moanday.

Yes, that's right.  I said MOANday.  That's how I feel today.  I am tired.  I am hot, then cold, hot, then cold.  My foot hurts from my large blister from my new running shoes.  And you know what else? I don't feel like working out after work.  But, I know I will because I will feel guilty if not.  Blah.

Ok, enough with that self pitty laziness bologna.  So, now that I am up for talking about it, I have to tell you guys what happened to me and Bret this weekend.  This is not a happy story so if you would like to stop reading now then please do.  I am warning you now.  Not a happy story.

So Saturday after we had brunch and all our company left (that right there was sad enough!) Bret and I decided to go drive around to look at neighborhoods.  We are starting to house hunt and get ready to buy our first house together so we wanted to browse around.  We went through several neighborhoods and got a feel in for the areas we loved and the ones well, not so much.  Well, as we were driving through a pretty nice neighborhood, we began to round a corner and there, on my side of the road (the right side, I was not driving, I wanted to look) there was a man lying on his side in the grass with his legs sticking out into the road.  Bret didn't really see him and as we drove by but I looked at him and saw that his eyes were open so I thought he had fallen over.  He was an older man so I told Bret, he looked back to see him, and we swung around and came back to help him.  Bret pulled up, I got out of the car and called out to him to see if he was ok.  After no answer and taking a very hard look at him, I turned and called back to Bret, "I think he's dead."  Yes.  This poor man was laying halfway in the road, no longer living and Bret and I were the first people there.  He was already a shade of grey, he had drool coming from his mouth and you could tell he wet himself.  Poor guy was long gone.  So, Bret parked the car, I called across the street to a woman I saw outside, she came over, she didn't recognize him, Bret called 911, I bent down to feel his pulse on his wrist, nothing.  911 asked Bret if I should do CPR while waiting, sadly, there was no point.  I rolled him onto his back, straightened him out, he was already stiff, felt for a pulse and breath again, nothing.  I didn't move forward with CPR which, looking back, I feel horrible about.  It was obvious he had been out for a jog or a walk because he was in running shoes and clothes and poor guy, I just broke down bawling like a baby.  The ambulance, fire truck and police finally arrived, attempted CPR and tried to shock him but he wasn't coming back.  Since he had no ID on him the police had to go door-to-door and when Bret and I left he still hadn't been identified.  I cried the entire way home, threw up once I did get home, and continued to cry like crazy.  I kept thinking somewhere out there was this man's family and they had no idea where he was and what was going on.  The whole ordeal broke my heart.  Later that night I called the police station to make sure he had been identified, thank goodness he had.  Needless to say, I didn't get much rest Saturday and Sunday night from nightmares and disturbing images.  I spent the rest of Saturday and majority of the day Sunday just coloring for therapy purposes.  It really helps, thank goodness.  On Saturday night, to ease my pain a little though, I did find an article on our local news website:

A long time business partner with Gary Seaback tells News 3 Seaback died Saturday morning. Rockwells manager Jack McGregor said Seaback collapsed while he was jogging. Seaback was the owner of Hurricane Harry's, Rockwells, and former owner of The Tap in College Station. McGregor said Seaback also had dealings in real estate. Seaback also owned the Salty Dog at the Westgate Center in College Station before the bar closed in late 2009. Fighting back tears, McGregor told News 3 Rockwells and Hurricane Harry's would be open this weekend because "he wouldn't want to close."



McGregor said his best friend, Gary Seaback was 52.

It made me feel better to see that he was A) identified, B) had a good life and C) was loved and cared for.  So yeah, that's what Bret and I got to experience this past weekend? A little much huh?  Sorry, I know that story is very, very disturbing but I wanted to be able to talk about it some and now, I just hope to forget it.

Gloomy Katie is now gone and the real Katie will be returning tomorrow!  I will discuss my goals for 2010 and let you know what I think about Avatar since I told hubs I would go with him to see it tonight!