Monday, August 20, 2012

Welcome to the Twilight Zone

Just a few random thoughts for the week.

One, as of today, my oldest daughter is in high school. Crazy. I don't believe I'm the mom of a high school student. I swear she was just a tiny baby yesterday. If I were a mom who liked to embarrass my kids, now would be the time where I would post cute little naked-bottom pictures of her. Wait, I am a mom who likes to embarrass my kids. But, she refrained from posting a picture on facebook yesterday of me looking like a weirdo, so I will refrain as well. If we start getting all crazy with posting pictures, this could end very badly for me.

Second, I was driving my car last week.......well, let me start a little earlier. I got a new cell phone recently and in so doing haven't yet transferred all my songs from iTunes onto my new phone. I happen to have one song on my phone that I downloaded and used for a girls' camp skit. So no joke, I was in the car the other day by myself, minding my own business. I had been driving for at least five minutes, when my car decided it was going to start playing the one and only song on my phone--the theme music to The Twilight Zone. It scared the crap out of me. It took me a few seconds to realize where the music was coming from too and that freaked me out even more. It felt like the scene in a scary movie right before some masked man popped up from the back seat wielding a knife. It obviously wasn't, but I am very suspicious of my car and its intentions now. I think we may be enemies.

Lastly, now that the kids are back in school, I declare this to be the week of writing. I have a deadline looming. I'm excited though because I finally (FINALLY) know which story I'm going to write and I can't wait to get into it.

Monday, August 13, 2012

ER visits are fun

So last night as my daughter was moving some things around in the garage, a weight dropped onto her foot. She said (very calmly, I might add), "Ouch, I just dropped that on my foot. It hurt."

I said, "You'll be fine. Shake it off."

She said, "It hurt really bad." (again, in a very even, calm voice)

I said, "Okay, I'll get you some ice."

I went in the house, grabbed some ice, then came back to my husband saying, "I don't think ice is going to cut it."

That's when I saw this (only with a lot more blood):

(Sorry if you're grossed out but I actually had to see that thing in real life.)

And he was right. That was definitely not anything ice could fix. So off we went to the ER. (where the tears finally came) I almost cried too when I saw the size of the needle the doctor used to numb her. It was massive. But anyway, she's fine. An x-ray, 3 shots, antibiotics, and 8 stitches--just the way we all like to spend a Sunday evening. 

This is just another piece of evidence to add to the very long list of Why Weights Are Evil.