Birthday's and Stupid People

I turned 28 on Wednesday.  There are some days I look at this and think "ugh, I'm really, really old." and then other days I really just think my life has just begun.  All I know is my body can't do things that it could do 10 years ago, that's for sure.

Ryan spoiled me like the good husband he is.  I didn't have any big requests....I just wanted a cookie or ice cream cake and I wanted to eat at Mexico Restaurant.  We did both.  He also got me the new computer I'm typing on now :) :) I haven't liked my Macbook for quite some time and I've had it for about 4 years, so he figured it was time for a new one.  Thank God I have some Windows back in my life!

Num num!

My week was going great until last night.  We had a regional meeting kickoff at Dave & Busters for work on Friday where we got iPads (going to make my life soooo much easier) and had a pretty easy day.  I was driving back to the office to get something where the next thing I know a car slams on their brakes in front of me, which made me obviously slam on mine.

I heard a soft thud and my first thought was "OMG I hit the car in front of me and I hope there isn't any damage and I don't even really know if I hit the car b/c we were going too slow but I thought I heard a thud but maybe it was just coming from somewhere else and I really wish we weren't in the middle of Belvidere St and I hope Ryan doesn't get mad."  (Yes, lots of thoughts go through my mind at one time in this brain of mine.) 

I put my flashers on, get out of my car, and take a big sigh of relief that there isn't any damage on my car or theirs.  The driver doesn't get out of his car so I'm thinking he must be fine with just driving away.  As I get back in my car, he gets out and lets me know that his lady friend in his car got whiplash.

Yes, whiplash. 

From alllllllllllllll that damage:

Are you laughing hysterically right now?  You should be.  If you aren't laughing, you should be crying that some people that live in our society are so ignorant that they feel the need to call 911 and have paramedics come because of their "whiplash", and then refuse medical attention when the paramedics actually arrive. Tax dollars at use here, people.

Here's what the front of my car looked like after that terrible whiplash-causing accident:

I had 4 or 5 cops and paramedics coming up to me asking if I had any injuries.  My response to all of them, "I'm absolutely 100% fine, thank you for asking." and then I would get a little snicker from them.

The cop was super nice and just gave us both an Exchange of Information form.  He even told me Happy belated Birthday. I had to spend an hour on the phone with Geico after leaving the scene of the worst crash of the century, explaining what happened in case the driver decides to file a claim. 

This may sound negative (probably because it is) but I'm just waiting for them to tell me that the passenger woke up with neck injuries today and they're seeking money. 

All I know is that when Ryan and I have children, we will raise them to be honest people who need to work for their money rather than try to make a dime off of someone else.  Our children will not grow up to be like Mr. Kia Spectra and his little lady passenger friend. Hmph.