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Christmas is fast approaching and I've realized that I have a lot to be thankful for and joyous about this year. First of all, I'm thankful and joyous that my husband, my son, and I are alive. We almost got smooshed by a big UPS truck last year in December. I'm joyous that, even though my hubby is sort of out of commission, we got to attend a few killer shows this year. I'm grateful that we got to hang out with old buddies and meet some new ones. I'm ecstatic that Garrick and Kris asked me to write for them without knowing what kind of crap runs through my mind and without knowing that I can only write the "good stuff" when I am inspired. I'm eternally thankful for all of the friends that have kept Russell's spirits high over the last year (you know who you are). I'm equally joyous that my four year old will be five this month. He can write his ow! n name now. (I wish I had realized that before I put presents under the tree.) He can also work a switchbox as good as most newbies. I know that I've talked about our accident quite a lot this year but I haven't given a whole lot of details as to why I can't get it off my mind. Maybe this will help....... One year ago this month, I was busy making sure that everyone I knew was getting enough gifts and that Santa was ready to stuff the stockings. I was also contemplating divorcing my husband of 6 years. Before you immediately start calling me a bitch, hear me out. Russell was working 40 + hours at his day job and almost as many at his new evening job as a paint and body man. What lead to this was 2 years of working 40 + hours at his day job and 20 + hours of night school to get certified to be a paint and body man. Although he got his diploma, we skipped the ceremony to see Lenny Kravitz in concert. What I'm getting at is this....I felt like I was not nearly as important as I should have been. (Sounds selfish, doesn't it?) One night, four days before Christmas, I talked Russell into staying home with Nicholas and me for a family night to wrap presents and mail a package to his family. Without knowing this would be the night that changed the rest of our lives, we went about our merry way to the local UPS to mail our package. On the way there, we got run over by a very huge UPS truck. And our whole life stopped for about 10 seconds. At the end of this 10 seconds, I knew that not only was I very stupid for thinking of divorcing Russell, but that he loved me way more than I deserved. He was totally immobile and in severe pain and yelling for someone to help Nicholas and me. In the ambulance, he turned to me and said, "I love you. At least we are alive."
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Most of the last year is kind of a blur. What does remain in my memory is how much pain Russell has been in, how scared I was of losing him during both of his surgeries, and all of the time we've spent talking while he's been laid up. He hasn't been able to do much to the truck and we only made it to a few shows. Basically, I got what I wanted. My husband has all of the time in the world for me. What really sucks is that it is at his expense. My point is 'Be careful what you wish for.' You get what you want in really strange ways. I tell you all of this because a lot of people in our lifestyle have lost someone very close to them this year. A lot of people in our lifestyle have been severely hurt this year. This is the time of year when we all need to sit back and take stock of our lives and let the people we are thinking about know it...... Scrape the hate....Spread the love. While you are all spreading your love or whatever, remember that summer is only 3 or 4 months away and that means you must have your vehicle ready for all the mags to capture on film. Oh yeah, one more thing, someone please piss me off about something so I can quit writing about myself. I'm too boring. Love you guys,Brandi Diamonds are a ladies best friend. Comments to MinitruckerChic@aol.com
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