Fred Meyer...

Ok, so tonight I had the worst experience at Fred Meyer. I was at the check out stand, I had Payton in front of me, and in front of both of us was our cart full of pumpkins for preschool. Behind me was my husband and our cart full of groceries for our family. I walk up to pay and out of nowhere comes this smell, so stinky that I am about to vomit. I am trapped and begin going into a small panic. This check out lady has farted and continues to fart in front of me. It was worse than a skunk, a baby diaper, and really anything I have ever smelled. I look behind me to escape but realize that York too is about to vomit and finds a way to exit the aisle with Caden. I am left with Payton who politely does not want to say anything but is covering her nose with her shirt. The women kept on repeating herself by saying, "so, it looks like you are decorating for Halloween? I said, "No, this is all for my job." One minute later as I try to gasp for air, she says again, "So, it looks like you are decorating for Halloween." I wanted to say, "Look lady, you just asked me that question one minute ago, but clearly your brain is now fried because your gas problem is causing you to hallucinate. I quickly turn back and look at the spearmint gum and stick my nose up against it. She is looking at me funny now, but come on, are you serious! My clothes are starting to smell like this ladies gas...so I try to push my cart forward. She stops me! She says she needs to do a price check on something and then let's another one fly as she is leaving. I find myself almost hitting the floor, I can foresee the obituaries now, "Women dies from nasty fart from the Fred Meyer lady" I find courage to get back up and notice that the entire aisle has cleared out and my husband is sitting down about to vomit with Caden. (Who is plugging his nose)

One, two , four minutes pass, and finally we are done. As we leave another person gets into line looking at us like we were the culprit. I look back at the 25 year old man, and give him the look with my eyes that say, "sorry old buddy, but it wasn't us. Good luck breathing the next five minutes." I notice his eyes start to water, and soon, he says to the lady, "keep the change" and makes a B-line out the door.

I am not sure what that lady ate, nor if she was aware of her gas issue, but it now has been four hours since I was at Fred Meyer. I had to put Vicks vapor rub up my nose to get the semi-permanent stench out of my nose.

My struggle

On Saturday, as we were celebrating the OSU victory, my sister in law received a phone call that would change her life forever. Her 25 year old brother (who has a baby on the way) was in a major accident. After two life flights, and 6 specialists, they told Sandra's family he has a zero percent chance of living. He is brain dead.

I consider myself a person of strong faith..heck my husband almost died last year and I knew I had to put everything in God's hands. I hear people say, God allows us to experience rain once in a while so we can appreciate the sun. Sometimes I think I have experienced a few thunderstorms when it comes to death and my family. I am really struggling with this particular "death." Someone whom is 25 years old..really just a kid himself, happily married to the love of his life, excited to become a father for the first time, gone from our earth to head home. It's hard to understand, although I have read the bible and understand death..or at least I thought I understood death. I guess it's time to really take a look at my own faith, and put life into perspective again.

GO OSU!

Although it was HOT, it was worth the trip down to Corvallis! Go BEAVERS!