Today for the “30 Days About Me” challenge from A Daily Dose of Toni is to list a few of my favorite websites... Seeing how I am quite boring and don’t really “surf the net” all that much, my list will be short.

1. Swampbrat-  Duh.
2. Google- because I can pretty much find any answer I need to for anything…
3. Facebook- because it makes me feel like I have friends.
4. Craigslist- Because it has helped furnish my house on a tight budget.
5. Youtube – I love how I can talk about a movie clip and then actually FIND that clip to show whoever I was talking to! Yay!
6. Officer Down Memorial Page – I think saying it’s a “favorite” would be weird since it lists fallen officers, but I visit it on a regular basis.
7. Internet Movie Database- Because I’m weird and like to look up movie stuff.

Those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. What’s your favorite website?

I can’t sleep. So I am up while everyone else is sleeping.

Remember when I posted about not liking this tag on Sei’s bulletproof vest?

Well, I was going thru his bag of stuff from the hospital and his vest was in there. I had forgotten when I saw what he had written on his vest tag, that I had written this on the other side:

If you’re my friend on Facebook you already know this, but if not, this is the story of a miracle that happened in our family this weekend.

Saturday evening before my husband left for work I grabbed him to take a picture. He just bought me a new iPod Touch and I didn’t have any pics of him on it. I took this picture:

At 12:50am my phone started vibrating. I said hello and this is what I heard on the other end of the line, “Tori? This is Sgt. Jesse Hunter from LPD…”

Yep- it was my nightmare coming true. The police department was calling me in the middle of the night to tell me something had happened to my husband. I am thankful for several things: 1) We say a family prayer every night before Sei leaves for work to pray for his safety. 2) I have run thru so many scenarios in my head over and over just in case I got “the call.” I wanted to make sure I stayed calm so I could get all the facts and information I needed. And I did.

Sgt. Hunter went on to tell me Seiuli was involved in a “pretty significant accident” but was going to be “ok.” He didn’t know his injuries yet, definitely a hurt arm and possibly a busted nose “from the airbag.” I just tried to pay attention to all he was telling me, think clearly and figure out what to do. I called my dad who called my brother. When I called my dad that was the 1st time I had to say out loud “Seiuli was in an accident…” The words caught in my throat. I think it was a mixture of being relieved that the call wasn’t that he was dead and also because I hadn’t had to speak about it yet. It was weird.

My brother came to stay with Taj and Liv (the older kids were with the ex in Galveston.) My dad drove me to the PD where another officer escorted us to the hospital in another town. It seemed to take forever to get there. When we arrived it was kind of surreal. He was in the ER and as I walked in there were probably 8 fellow officers who weren’t even on shift who had crawled out of their beds to come check on their “brother in blue.” That was awesome. One of them gave me the low down on his condition so far. He had lung contusions and his arm was in pretty bad shape. By the time the dr saw him again and all the xrays were back, etc… he was diagnosed with a concussion, 2 lung contusions, 6 stitches in his elbow, bruising all up his arm, cuts and scrapes, busted lips, bit tongue and an imprint of his computer keyboard on his head.

He had to stay in the hospital until Monday around noon for observation. He is super sore and tired. But he is ALIVE. Apparently what happened was he was running lights and sirens to catch up with a car without any tail lights. He was going about 60mph. He had a green light at an intersection. A 62 yr old woman with 2 kids with her was going the opposite direction and turned left into him. She T-boned his driver side and threw the car into a pole. This is the 1st pic I saw from the scene:

The woman and kids were not injured. She also did not to run to the aid of the unconscious police officer packed inside his squad car. She was more worried about figuring out how to make the City pay.   Anyway, 6 or 7 witnesses placed her at fault. They were all looking because they heard the sirens. Apparently she wasn’t as observant as every one else. She received a ticket and she still hasn’t made any contact to see if she killed a man that night. Nice. Some people suck.

Anyway, I knew we were blessed that he wasn’t injured extensively. But when I actually went to see the car in person… Wow. Angels were watching over my husband and our family. How he came thru this mess with only the injuries he did is nothing short of a miracle.

I am still waiting for it to “hit me.” I haven’t even cried. I think I’m afraid if I let it all sink in that I will be a mess. My defense mechanisms have taken over. I am glad I wasn’t a total loony spaz when Sgt. Hunter called. I know that is because I had prepared myself. I could tell the officers I saw and spoke with were stressin’ it. I am thankful for all their help in getting me to the hospital and checkin’ in on Sei, me and the kids. I am grateful for the paramedics and fire fighters on the scene who used the jaws of life to get my husband out of his sardine can and took good care of him.  I am thankful for the LPD Family Association setting up meals and my church setting up play dates for Taj and Liv for the entire week. We were suppose to be going to see my sister’s family this week– Taj and Liv have been counting down the days. The playdates will help make their spring break fun.  My little sister, Ali, watched Taj and Liv all day Sunday and cleaned my kitchen. That’s not an easy task. Our family has been blessed in so many ways. I know my Heavenly Father sent guardian angels to surround my husband that night. There is no real explanation as to why only the small section of the driver’s area was left unharmed. It’s like the metal was bent around him to protect him. I will be forever grateful for all the many blessings. Most of all, I am so thankful my husband is home with me tonight.

Seiuli was getting dressed for work tonite… a regular weekend thing. But this time as I watched him (heh- I watched him get dressed. Jealous??) I noticed a few things that I DO NOT like.

Exhibit #1:  A tourniquet that is carried “on his person” in the event one is needed for him or even for another fellow officer.

Exhibit #2: 1st of all, ignore the background. Note the black band across his badge? Yes, that is because yet another officer in Texas was killed in the line of duty. They wear the black until after the funeral. Today an officer in San Antonio died after being hit by a drunk driver 2 weeks ago. He had been out of the academy for 7 weeks. That’s the 14th fallen officer in Texas this year and the 3rd in October.

Exhibit #3: The tag on Seiuli’s bullet proof vest lists his blood type (O-Neg) and the fact that he has no allergies.

However, I DO like this (if you don’t look at the messy closet background…)

Like my title? I think this may become a regular post…

Last nite my husband was on a call. He had to go to a gross motel where people were doing meth. The meth-heads let him and another cop into their room. There was baggies of meth everywhere. The male meth addict was sitting on the bed when out of no where he says, “Can I wipe my a$$?“  Sei was like, “WTH?” The guy repeated himself, “I was taking a sh** before you got here, so can I wipe my a$$?” Seiuli told him, “Too bad. Just stay there.”

The guy stands up, pulls his pants down, grabs a napkin off the table, bends over and wipes his friggin’ butt right there in front of 2 cops and a female meth-head. Then he tosses the napkin back on the table. OH.MY.HELL Y’all.  When Sei was telling me this I nearly threw up. How nasty is that? Sei was like, “Did you seriously just do that? You are such a meth addict. You’re a 45 year old man and you just wiped your butt in front of people...”

My poor husband. How the heck does he get images like that out of his head? I wasn’t there and I’m disgusted. This is why my husband tells gross jokes. You have to joke about crap otherwise it’ll eat you up. So, right after putting the image of a meth addict wiping his butt into my head, he told me a meth-head joke. I won’t repeat it here, but… eew.

On a more serious note… Meth is so bad. I’ve seen before and after pics from mugshots Sei would bring home in Utah. But here’s a video. It’s pretty unreal.