My family had planned on taking a trip this past weekend, but with a drastic change in temps...
from the 80's to 40's, we had a change of heart.
I'll take a sundress over a sweater any day! Even with daily alterations to what had been on the
agenda, it somehow came together without any whining or whimpering.
Today, we had another change in plans
due to rain. My son wanted to make homemade buttermilk biscuits. Well...you don't have to twist my arm to bake in the kitchen. We ate a big breakfast, and got busy doing some
spring cleaning. We were like a fine tuned machine...working together, helping one another.
For whatever reason, we pretended to speak with italian accents. Rolling r's and using
emphatic hand gestures. My son heard all day how crrrrrrazy he was..."such a crrrrazy boy-a" We were absolutely cracking each other up!
I found an opportunity to play a little joke on the unsuspecting children. While removing
the feather trim from some lampshades (eww, I know...I used to think it looked pretty),
I thought....hmmmm, this will be good. The copper and black colored feathers resembled a
crumpled up hawk that had met a violent end. I noticed the house was rather hushed, so my evil
plan took shape. I quietly closed the door, then pulled up the blinds...opened a window, and
wildly bumped and banged around the room while making a few convincing squeals. One of my
daughters (apparently the only child of mine that felt concern) came running. "WHAT WAS THAT??!!" she yelled while flinging open the door. I was waiting panting with untamed hair.
"Oh my gosh...this bird flew in....and....and....AND..." then she spotted the feathers.
"OHHHH NOOOOO!!!! The poooor birdy!!!!" then just as quick realized what it was, and
what a roaring laugh we had (after shoving me I might add). She then ran to tell the others to come see what was in my room, and she gave them the same story!
Strange how a rainy day of cleaning can turn into a sweet bonding experience. The hugs were full of extra squeeze tonight.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Freaky Friday
Life was as usual yesterday. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for receiving something delightful from a friend for my garden.
The alarm went off bright and early, with an old Glen Campbell song "Witchita Lineman"
playing (I do like the tune...but what the heck is that lineman still doing on the line??).
Sat up to turn off the radio, and felt a searing pain. Well...that's weird. I felt great last night,
slept pretty well...what's this? I thought I could just push through the discomfort, but it
increased to the point I became nauseous. Put a call in to the Dr., and she said those could be symptoms of a heart attack. Well for heaven's sake, I don't have time for this!! I went to an
emergency care clinic, and they felt I needed an E.K.G. and CAT scan. Are you serious?
So from there, on to the E.R. I felt crummy, but the folks in the waiting
room looked like they were in the first phase of becoming zombies. Pale, hunkered
over, and persistent moaning. 3 E.K.G's, xrays, and multiple blood draws later....I waited (in
a whole lotta pain mind you) for 3 more hours. When the results came in, I was placed in a private room. Gawwwwd....more waiting. In walks a Dr. with hands that had seen a recent
manicure...the nails were a bit too shiny for my taste. He pulled up one of those little rolling
stools, so close that our knees were touching, and his eyes were not 5 inches from my face.
Alrighty then. He looked me in the eye, and asks "Do you want to tell me how this happened?"
Um...what the heck??? Honestly, I wondered if he was with the wrong patient.
I asked about the E.K.G's (all was relatively normal) then he asks me again "How do you
think this happened? Impatiently I asked "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
Get this....no heart trouble, I have a broken rib! NO idea how it could have occurred.
Good thing the hubby has been behaving himself lately...I could have caused him some
serious trouble. Believe me....there have been times I would have considered throwing my
head back in a dramatic way, sighed heavily, and said with a southern drawl "OOOOhhh Docta...why you just don't know the trouble I've seeen....Lawwwwd have merrrcy...(then depending on the looks of the Dr. place his hand on my breast)...why feel my poor little heart beating with sorrow....my husband does hurt me sooo." Tee hee.
Now I have an answer to the pain, and the prescription is a little TLC from the family, and
a darn good excuse to take it easy this weekend.
The alarm went off bright and early, with an old Glen Campbell song "Witchita Lineman"
playing (I do like the tune...but what the heck is that lineman still doing on the line??).
Sat up to turn off the radio, and felt a searing pain. Well...that's weird. I felt great last night,
slept pretty well...what's this? I thought I could just push through the discomfort, but it
increased to the point I became nauseous. Put a call in to the Dr., and she said those could be symptoms of a heart attack. Well for heaven's sake, I don't have time for this!! I went to an
emergency care clinic, and they felt I needed an E.K.G. and CAT scan. Are you serious?
So from there, on to the E.R. I felt crummy, but the folks in the waiting
room looked like they were in the first phase of becoming zombies. Pale, hunkered
over, and persistent moaning. 3 E.K.G's, xrays, and multiple blood draws later....I waited (in
a whole lotta pain mind you) for 3 more hours. When the results came in, I was placed in a private room. Gawwwwd....more waiting. In walks a Dr. with hands that had seen a recent
manicure...the nails were a bit too shiny for my taste. He pulled up one of those little rolling
stools, so close that our knees were touching, and his eyes were not 5 inches from my face.
Alrighty then. He looked me in the eye, and asks "Do you want to tell me how this happened?"
Um...what the heck??? Honestly, I wondered if he was with the wrong patient.
I asked about the E.K.G's (all was relatively normal) then he asks me again "How do you
think this happened? Impatiently I asked "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
Get this....no heart trouble, I have a broken rib! NO idea how it could have occurred.
Good thing the hubby has been behaving himself lately...I could have caused him some
serious trouble. Believe me....there have been times I would have considered throwing my
head back in a dramatic way, sighed heavily, and said with a southern drawl "OOOOhhh Docta...why you just don't know the trouble I've seeen....Lawwwwd have merrrcy...(then depending on the looks of the Dr. place his hand on my breast)...why feel my poor little heart beating with sorrow....my husband does hurt me sooo." Tee hee.
Now I have an answer to the pain, and the prescription is a little TLC from the family, and
a darn good excuse to take it easy this weekend.
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