So i've been meaning to tell these stories for a while. I'm a slacker and keep procrastinating, hoping in part maybe that something exciting will happen for me to write about. But alas, these are the most writable things in the last couple weeks, assuming not everyone wants to know every detail about my wedding plans or every single thing that comes out of my child's mouth (though it's all amazing & brilliant).
But I will tell one story about her. We were visiting my friend and her family in the hospital where her dad had just had heart surgery. My friend, babyla and I were sitting in the room coloring. Babyla picks up a greenish yellow crayon and says, "this looks like chartreuse!" My friend and her mom looked at me with big eyes, totally impressed I;m sure by the fact that a 3-year-old knows what chartreuse is. Unfortunately, I could not take the credit for this. Rather, I must tip my hat, nod, whatever to Joe on Blues Clues. TV does do something for our kids! Thanks, Donovan Patton!
OK, so this next incident is totally all me. A group of us went to see A Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D. FH and I were the last to get there, so we were on the end of the row next to ATeam. There were maybe 8-10 other peeps there. So before the movie starts I stand up to look down the row to see who else was there. Next to one guy was a girl I had never met before. The guy (let's call him... Ben. Sounds like a good name!) calls to me, "This is my!" I paused, waiting for him to follow with something like friend, coworker, cousins, something! When nothing was forthcoming, I said, "Your what?" He said, "No, My!" I said, realizing he must be telling me her name, "Mia?" "No," he said, "Mai!" Ahhh. I said hi to Mai (who's apparently from Vietnam and is one of those friendly tiny beautiful people that you automatically want to be friends with, if only to up your public image). I imagine the people in the rows around us had fun with my brain fart.
So that's about it. We have had no instances of any poop eating, which is reassuring.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The Candyman Can Cause He Mixes It With Love
We all have our places in life. Some of us are destined to be graceful, cool, and lucky. Some off us are destined to be fun-loving, silly and witty. Then, some of us are destined to be... as my mother put it... klutzy doofs. Which sums me up pretty well, I think.
The first story I had to blog pales in comparison to the second, but it none-the-less does have a gross-out factor. I was running in my neighborhood in an attempt to get back in shape for the Race for the Cure at the end of the month. Toward the end of my run, I was almost back home and covered in sweat. Like I had been swimming sweat. Which is when I ran through a cloud of gnats. You know those little clouds where the gnats just swirl around each other? Yeah, that one. I ran through it. And any half-intelligent person can figure out what happened. To make a long story short, when I got home I had to go to the bathroom to clean all the gnats off my face.
On Sunday in between conference sessions our singles branch met at the president's house for lunch. After we had all eaten, some people started to trickle out. Toward the end, there were about 15 or so people still there. I was sitting in a chair, some random guy I didn't know was next to me, and FH and babyla were sitting on the piano bench playing on the piano. I noticed my friend A-team taking a pic of 2 other friends, so I thought it would be fun to hop over to where that pic was being taken, on the other side of a Love Sac, and stick my face in. I did. So I decided to hop back. But it didn't work out so well. I was told later that my foot got caught on the Love Sac, causing me to trip. Whatever happened, all of a sudden I was on the floor, mortified. I got up, grossly aware of the silence in the room as everyone had stopped to watch. I sat back down in my chair, and slowly converstaion resumed. I became aware of babyla asking over and over, "Mommy, are you ok?" FH was concerned. Apparently I had hit the piano bench on my way down. I said I was fine. It wasn't til we were leaving that I told FH my wrist REALLY hurt.
So we watched the second session, my wrist getting worse the whole time. By the evening, I conceded to my parents wishes and went to the ER. Long story short--fortunately, my wrist is not broken, just severely bruised. The bruising and swelling causes the pain and lack of movement. I have a splint to wear for the week. klutzy doof, eh? What's even better is the pic I hopped into had a delayed flash, and I didn't know. Only my ear made it into the photo.
The first story I had to blog pales in comparison to the second, but it none-the-less does have a gross-out factor. I was running in my neighborhood in an attempt to get back in shape for the Race for the Cure at the end of the month. Toward the end of my run, I was almost back home and covered in sweat. Like I had been swimming sweat. Which is when I ran through a cloud of gnats. You know those little clouds where the gnats just swirl around each other? Yeah, that one. I ran through it. And any half-intelligent person can figure out what happened. To make a long story short, when I got home I had to go to the bathroom to clean all the gnats off my face.
On Sunday in between conference sessions our singles branch met at the president's house for lunch. After we had all eaten, some people started to trickle out. Toward the end, there were about 15 or so people still there. I was sitting in a chair, some random guy I didn't know was next to me, and FH and babyla were sitting on the piano bench playing on the piano. I noticed my friend A-team taking a pic of 2 other friends, so I thought it would be fun to hop over to where that pic was being taken, on the other side of a Love Sac, and stick my face in. I did. So I decided to hop back. But it didn't work out so well. I was told later that my foot got caught on the Love Sac, causing me to trip. Whatever happened, all of a sudden I was on the floor, mortified. I got up, grossly aware of the silence in the room as everyone had stopped to watch. I sat back down in my chair, and slowly converstaion resumed. I became aware of babyla asking over and over, "Mommy, are you ok?" FH was concerned. Apparently I had hit the piano bench on my way down. I said I was fine. It wasn't til we were leaving that I told FH my wrist REALLY hurt.
So we watched the second session, my wrist getting worse the whole time. By the evening, I conceded to my parents wishes and went to the ER. Long story short--fortunately, my wrist is not broken, just severely bruised. The bruising and swelling causes the pain and lack of movement. I have a splint to wear for the week. klutzy doof, eh? What's even better is the pic I hopped into had a delayed flash, and I didn't know. Only my ear made it into the photo.
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