Naked Twister and the potential for getting pink eye.
Think about it.
Much straining, awkward positions and the possibility of your eye being in the direct path...
Say it with me now folks... ew.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Real life nightmare
From Sam's question "What's one thing you just can't forget?"
*bzzzzt* *bzzzzt* *bzzzzt*
The thick fog that slowed thoughts clung tightly to my brain as I tried to identify where the noise was coming from. Picking up my phone, I was momentarily blinded by the blue light that revealed a number I had never seen. Even though I recognized the area code, I could not for the life of me, ascertain who the hell would be calling me at such an hour.
"Hello?" I croaked, my voice still thick with sleep.
"Don't freak out. He's fine."
"What?!" I shouted as I sat straight up in bed, the chill of my bedroom hitting my body as the air was simultaneously sucked from my chest.
I didn't know who's phone was calling, but that was Rick on the other end. One sentence delivered a sucker punch to my gut that made my mouth water and gave me the urge to run for the toilet.
"We had a little accident."
"What kind of accident? Is everyone okay? What happened? What's hurt? Where are you?"
All of the questions tumbled out of my mouth as if it weren't even part of my body. My mind was already outlining a scenario that did not end well for me, or the Lieutenant.
"I don't know."
I stared dumbly at the phone. That was all he could tell me? I tried to figure out exactly what was 'hurt' but Rick could not offer me much more info than that. All he could confirm was the Lieutenant was at the hospital and they would call me back as soon as they knew what was wrong. Everyone else escaped unscathed.
I hung up the phone as the tears pierced my eyes. I didn't know what to say, what to think. I dialed the phone, my mother's voice filled my ear and all I could do was sob. Fear, pain, worry, anger, love and every thing in between filled me and poured out my eyes. My hands shook as I ran for the bathroom. I sobbed and screamed as I clung to the bowl as if I were drowning.
All I could do was sit. Sit and wait.
I moved about the house waiting for the phone to ring. The dogs barking woke me from my trance. My parents came over. And still, I waited.
The house got cleaned, the laundry washed and folded, the dishes were cycled through both sinks and finally assulted with a dish towel and put away. I was insistent on controling something, anything.
And then the news.
Both legs broken, he is in a lot of pain and they are arranging for the long drive home. That was when I called his parents. His dad was up north and couldn't understand me very well with the bad cell area. His mom started crying as I figured she would. I lied and assured her it wasn't a big deal.
That was the first of many lies I would tell in the next eight days. Little did I know, it would affect our lives for much, much longer.
*bzzzzt* *bzzzzt* *bzzzzt*
The thick fog that slowed thoughts clung tightly to my brain as I tried to identify where the noise was coming from. Picking up my phone, I was momentarily blinded by the blue light that revealed a number I had never seen. Even though I recognized the area code, I could not for the life of me, ascertain who the hell would be calling me at such an hour.
"Hello?" I croaked, my voice still thick with sleep.
"Don't freak out. He's fine."
"What?!" I shouted as I sat straight up in bed, the chill of my bedroom hitting my body as the air was simultaneously sucked from my chest.
I didn't know who's phone was calling, but that was Rick on the other end. One sentence delivered a sucker punch to my gut that made my mouth water and gave me the urge to run for the toilet.
"We had a little accident."
"What kind of accident? Is everyone okay? What happened? What's hurt? Where are you?"
All of the questions tumbled out of my mouth as if it weren't even part of my body. My mind was already outlining a scenario that did not end well for me, or the Lieutenant.
"I don't know."
I stared dumbly at the phone. That was all he could tell me? I tried to figure out exactly what was 'hurt' but Rick could not offer me much more info than that. All he could confirm was the Lieutenant was at the hospital and they would call me back as soon as they knew what was wrong. Everyone else escaped unscathed.
I hung up the phone as the tears pierced my eyes. I didn't know what to say, what to think. I dialed the phone, my mother's voice filled my ear and all I could do was sob. Fear, pain, worry, anger, love and every thing in between filled me and poured out my eyes. My hands shook as I ran for the bathroom. I sobbed and screamed as I clung to the bowl as if I were drowning.
All I could do was sit. Sit and wait.
I moved about the house waiting for the phone to ring. The dogs barking woke me from my trance. My parents came over. And still, I waited.
The house got cleaned, the laundry washed and folded, the dishes were cycled through both sinks and finally assulted with a dish towel and put away. I was insistent on controling something, anything.
And then the news.
Both legs broken, he is in a lot of pain and they are arranging for the long drive home. That was when I called his parents. His dad was up north and couldn't understand me very well with the bad cell area. His mom started crying as I figured she would. I lied and assured her it wasn't a big deal.
That was the first of many lies I would tell in the next eight days. Little did I know, it would affect our lives for much, much longer.
That Sam-a-lama
I'm talking about this Sam, the one I know you all love as much I as do. Well she is playing along and asked me a few questions. Thanks again for helping me fill my Friday! :o)
If money were no limit, I think I would need a whole different house just for my shoes. Not only am I addicted to heels, any pair of running shoes that make my feet comfy are whisked away to my closet. There are FAR too many cute shoes in this world. Just don't click here...
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 20?
Besides being happy with a closet full of cute shoes?
I can tell you that if you asked me this question five years ago, I would have never guessed I would be right here and I'm sure that applies to me today as I look ahead and guess as to what my future holds.
Actually, I have been sitting here thinking about what my life will be like in five years. I will definitely still be in Podunk Town loving every minute with the Lieutenant, but honestly, the only thing I can think about is having children of our own screaming, yelling, torturing the dogs and making my heart smile.
Five years ago, I would have thought I would have at least two kids by now, be staying at home with them and driving my mini van to play dates and soccer practice. The amount that I have changed mentally and physically in the last five years really makes me wonder truly where I will be five years from today. If I close my eyes and let my mind go, this is what I see. I don't think it is actually an exact five year time slot, but it is in the ballpark.
I lay in bed and listen to the giggles coming from down the hall. I contemplate cereal or pancakes for breakfast and quickly dismiss the sticky mess that would end up on the school clothes. Stretching and yawning, I throw the blanket back and head out of the room. The squeals of delight intensify as I hear the Lieutenant's laughter join the giggles. The Little Man is standing on his bed in his footie PJs as he bravely puts out the fire in the closet; his daddy backing him up as the second man on the line. His younger sister coos and drools happily as she sucks on her fingers in her crib. I laugh as I sternly play Chief and send my firefighters to rehab, also known as the breakfast table. I scoop up the happy baby only to be greeted with a full diaper. After a quick change, we head to the kitchen to find the Lieutenant showing the Little Man proper parking techniques with all the toy trucks that have ended up on the table.
The cereal is poured and eaten and faces are cleaned. The morning routine is hectic but it is MY morning routine. We all kiss daddy goodbye as he heads out to the field. Clothes are put on, the school bag is packed. We make our way across the proch to start the walk to the bus. Knowing we are a little behind, I make a game of racing down the gravel driveway. I smother the Little Man in kisses and wave as his clumbsily climbs the steps onto the bus. I watch as he runs down the isle to sit in his usual seat. We head back to the house to clean up breakfast and finish our day.
As for 20 years from now, a shorter version... still insanely in love with the Lieutenant, if not more than the day that I married him with the prospect of my kids starting the next phases of their lives. Encouraging them to chase their dreams, no matter how out of reach they seem.
JUST GO TO NURSING SCHOOL IF YOU WANT TO! ;o) Heh.
Actually, this includes Sam's question of "What's the #1 thing you want to do in your life?" I can say easily that I want to be a mom. Since I was little, all I ever wanted to do was be a mom. For a short while, I got to fill that role. Even though T-bird wasn't biologically my child, he had my heart. To this day, a little piece of it is still out there, somewhere, walking this Earth without a clue that someone he barely remembers anymore, loves him this much.
And now that I am a little sad remembering T-bird...
What gets you out of a bad mood?
Which is actually kind of funny that you asked, you know, since I have been a black cloud of crank lately. Really, I am such a finicky person, what works one day, doesn't the next. I must say though, that I LOVE when you can ride in the car, windows down with the sun out, the breeze in your hair and this song on the radio. Complete the moment by sticking your hand out the window and "riding" the wind.
Thanks Sam for the great questions. It was fun thinking about all of them and all the possibilites the future holds!
If money were no limit, I think I would need a whole different house just for my shoes. Not only am I addicted to heels, any pair of running shoes that make my feet comfy are whisked away to my closet. There are FAR too many cute shoes in this world. Just don't click here...
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 20?
Besides being happy with a closet full of cute shoes?
I can tell you that if you asked me this question five years ago, I would have never guessed I would be right here and I'm sure that applies to me today as I look ahead and guess as to what my future holds.
Actually, I have been sitting here thinking about what my life will be like in five years. I will definitely still be in Podunk Town loving every minute with the Lieutenant, but honestly, the only thing I can think about is having children of our own screaming, yelling, torturing the dogs and making my heart smile.
Five years ago, I would have thought I would have at least two kids by now, be staying at home with them and driving my mini van to play dates and soccer practice. The amount that I have changed mentally and physically in the last five years really makes me wonder truly where I will be five years from today. If I close my eyes and let my mind go, this is what I see. I don't think it is actually an exact five year time slot, but it is in the ballpark.
I lay in bed and listen to the giggles coming from down the hall. I contemplate cereal or pancakes for breakfast and quickly dismiss the sticky mess that would end up on the school clothes. Stretching and yawning, I throw the blanket back and head out of the room. The squeals of delight intensify as I hear the Lieutenant's laughter join the giggles. The Little Man is standing on his bed in his footie PJs as he bravely puts out the fire in the closet; his daddy backing him up as the second man on the line. His younger sister coos and drools happily as she sucks on her fingers in her crib. I laugh as I sternly play Chief and send my firefighters to rehab, also known as the breakfast table. I scoop up the happy baby only to be greeted with a full diaper. After a quick change, we head to the kitchen to find the Lieutenant showing the Little Man proper parking techniques with all the toy trucks that have ended up on the table.
The cereal is poured and eaten and faces are cleaned. The morning routine is hectic but it is MY morning routine. We all kiss daddy goodbye as he heads out to the field. Clothes are put on, the school bag is packed. We make our way across the proch to start the walk to the bus. Knowing we are a little behind, I make a game of racing down the gravel driveway. I smother the Little Man in kisses and wave as his clumbsily climbs the steps onto the bus. I watch as he runs down the isle to sit in his usual seat. We head back to the house to clean up breakfast and finish our day.
As for 20 years from now, a shorter version... still insanely in love with the Lieutenant, if not more than the day that I married him with the prospect of my kids starting the next phases of their lives. Encouraging them to chase their dreams, no matter how out of reach they seem.
JUST GO TO NURSING SCHOOL IF YOU WANT TO! ;o) Heh.
Actually, this includes Sam's question of "What's the #1 thing you want to do in your life?" I can say easily that I want to be a mom. Since I was little, all I ever wanted to do was be a mom. For a short while, I got to fill that role. Even though T-bird wasn't biologically my child, he had my heart. To this day, a little piece of it is still out there, somewhere, walking this Earth without a clue that someone he barely remembers anymore, loves him this much.
And now that I am a little sad remembering T-bird...
What gets you out of a bad mood?
Which is actually kind of funny that you asked, you know, since I have been a black cloud of crank lately. Really, I am such a finicky person, what works one day, doesn't the next. I must say though, that I LOVE when you can ride in the car, windows down with the sun out, the breeze in your hair and this song on the radio. Complete the moment by sticking your hand out the window and "riding" the wind.
Thanks Sam for the great questions. It was fun thinking about all of them and all the possibilites the future holds!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I'm Feeling Frisky
In an effort to get some of you readers to comment... Here is your once in a lifetime chance to ask me something. I will answer if I feel I want to! Ha! Kidding.
No really, I need something to talk about and distract me. I am in super over analyze mode and I need to not be.
I know you are all up to the task...
No really, I need something to talk about and distract me. I am in super over analyze mode and I need to not be.
I know you are all up to the task...
Weakness
I love shoes.
I made that perfectly clear last night as I danced around my living room just because the FedEx delivered my brand new shoes.
I swear to you, it was like Christmas. Four new pairs of shoes and I had no idea which ones to put on first.
I danced. I sang. I think I even frightened the dogs.
And then I cooked dinner in my new red patent leather mary jane heels.
You know you are super jealous.
Edit: Here is the shoe for today. (I am starting to realize that you people see my feet a lot. Sorry about that - but at least my toes are covered this time!)
I made that perfectly clear last night as I danced around my living room just because the FedEx delivered my brand new shoes.
I swear to you, it was like Christmas. Four new pairs of shoes and I had no idea which ones to put on first.
I danced. I sang. I think I even frightened the dogs.
And then I cooked dinner in my new red patent leather mary jane heels.
You know you are super jealous.
Edit: Here is the shoe for today. (I am starting to realize that you people see my feet a lot. Sorry about that - but at least my toes are covered this time!)
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