The other day I had a conversation about Justin Bieber, actually I had a few conversations about him. When he started out, I thought he seemed like a little punk. Over the last year or so I have seen what a good kid he really seems to be. If you ever turn the T.V I am sure you have heard about it the good things he does. He really loves his fans and knows that without them he is nothing. He's just a good kid. Well the good kid turned 18 now so it's ok for me to say that he is cutie. I couldn't decide if I was a perv or not for thinking he was cute. He has that " boyish" charm so I 'm not all like OMG he is so HOT. I just think he's cute. I heard on the radio the other day that he made a comment that he saw all the comments he got from " the cougars". I felt instantly better.
I also watched the news on the same day of my conversations about Justin. They were talking about a high school in New Jersey that is trying to raise the money to remain open ( I know there are several of those around here right now).
Last night I realized that I missed American Idol.. I never do that.. but I did. I also knew that Mary J.Blige was the mentor. I wanted to see that.
My dryer is not working properly and we went to the laundromat the other day to do a few loads to "tide" us over. Get it? " Tide"? anyway, it was a Sunday and there was no time to get it looked out and I was almost out of clean clothes. I had on a very comfy but very worn sweatshirt on. I had not yet showered. I made sure I wore a coat because the sweatshirt had holes in it and I looked like no one loved me.
I am also trying to be on a diet. It sucks. I was hungry last night when I went to bed. It was late. I really wanted cheese but I did not eat.
This will all make sense in a minute.
I have now already given you the reasons for the following dream I had last night:
I met Justin Beiber. He was drinking a soda and we were talking about T.V. halfway through the conversation, I realized that I had on my holey sweatshirt. But Justin didn't care, he just kept on talking and we decided that we were going to have dinner that night, just as friends (fan lover). Then he disappeared. I went to look for him and I walked outside to a big football field. There were thousands of people everywhere.
Jennifer Lopez was in the middle of the field singing with lights and all her dancers. Mary J. Blige and Justin were due to perform after (which is obviously why he was there in the first place). I was mad because I couldn't find him and I was hungry (diet).
I asked someone what was going on. They told me that they were all performing to help raise money to save two schools. That's all I remember.
So you can't tell me that dreams don't make sense. It was a stupid dream but it took alot of my thoughts and ran them all together.
I am guessing we never made it to dinner because I was very hungry when I woke up.
My thoughts today were mostly about being excited to lay in bed tonight since I air dried my sheets (along with several other loads of wash because the dryer isn't fixed yet). I ran around all day and didn't stop so I kept thinking about my fresh smelling sheets. I am guessing I may dream of being eaten alive by a gigantic sheet of fabric softener. Yes I need a life.
Your thoughts on the Bieb?
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Honesty is NOT always the best policy
Honesty is the best policy...so they say. It's true if it's necessary or done with good intentions. However, sometimes you need to just keep your big "fat" mouth shut and mind your business.
A friend of mine from work and I sometimes drive into work together. I pass his house on my way to work and sometimes pick him up on the way. There is a gas station right by work that we stop by frequently either because I need cigarettes or he needs whatever he may need. If he is the one running in , the man who works there talks his ear off, compliments him and smiles alot. We can't decide if he likes him or is just being friendly. It's cute (at least I think so.. well thought so). He talks to me sometimes but he is difficult to understand because he has a very heavy accent so I try to follow along and other times he seems to be half asleep ( it is about 6:45 a.m when we go there).
Anyway, I went in a few weeks ago and he asked me where I work. Now, many of us from there stop there in the morning because it's on the way and it's open early so many people know him and have discussed where we work. Alot of have also run into each other in there in the morning and he knows we all know each other. So I tell him where I work (which is 2 seconds away) and he looks at me like I just spoke to him in Russian. So I say " it's a weight loss company". So he looks at me and points and says " well you don't eat the food.". Really???? Really? It's 6:45 a.m, I haven't had my coffee yet and you so just called me fat. I know I need to lose 20 ( really 25) lbs BUT is it really necessary to do that? I know the look on my face surprised him. He looked at me like "what???" Then he tried to play it off by asking questions about the company. Dude, this fat girl needs to get to work so this conversation is over.
Now it used to be that if anyone ever said anything insulting I wouldn't want to tell anyone because it's embarrassing but now that I am older... it is what it is. I couldn't wait to get in the car and tell him what he just said. I get in the car and he asks me if I am trying to steal his man. I said No and told him what he just said to me. His response "What an asshole." Umm yea.
I don't judge people. They are what they are. Most people are NOT a perfect weight and while some may not say it out loud, people are very aware of their flaws. It's not my place to tell you what is wrong with you. Quite frankly, I don't even see it as there is something wrong with you. You are who you are. I can't stand people who think they are perfect .. or strive to be. Most of those are the most insecure anyway.
Point is.... the truth hurts however you still suck Mr. Gas Station man.
A friend of mine from work and I sometimes drive into work together. I pass his house on my way to work and sometimes pick him up on the way. There is a gas station right by work that we stop by frequently either because I need cigarettes or he needs whatever he may need. If he is the one running in , the man who works there talks his ear off, compliments him and smiles alot. We can't decide if he likes him or is just being friendly. It's cute (at least I think so.. well thought so). He talks to me sometimes but he is difficult to understand because he has a very heavy accent so I try to follow along and other times he seems to be half asleep ( it is about 6:45 a.m when we go there).
Anyway, I went in a few weeks ago and he asked me where I work. Now, many of us from there stop there in the morning because it's on the way and it's open early so many people know him and have discussed where we work. Alot of have also run into each other in there in the morning and he knows we all know each other. So I tell him where I work (which is 2 seconds away) and he looks at me like I just spoke to him in Russian. So I say " it's a weight loss company". So he looks at me and points and says " well you don't eat the food.". Really???? Really? It's 6:45 a.m, I haven't had my coffee yet and you so just called me fat. I know I need to lose 20 ( really 25) lbs BUT is it really necessary to do that? I know the look on my face surprised him. He looked at me like "what???" Then he tried to play it off by asking questions about the company. Dude, this fat girl needs to get to work so this conversation is over.
Now it used to be that if anyone ever said anything insulting I wouldn't want to tell anyone because it's embarrassing but now that I am older... it is what it is. I couldn't wait to get in the car and tell him what he just said. I get in the car and he asks me if I am trying to steal his man. I said No and told him what he just said to me. His response "What an asshole." Umm yea.
I don't judge people. They are what they are. Most people are NOT a perfect weight and while some may not say it out loud, people are very aware of their flaws. It's not my place to tell you what is wrong with you. Quite frankly, I don't even see it as there is something wrong with you. You are who you are. I can't stand people who think they are perfect .. or strive to be. Most of those are the most insecure anyway.
Point is.... the truth hurts however you still suck Mr. Gas Station man.
Monday, February 6, 2012
My Happy Dork News!!!
I created my blog in 2009. I didn't really keep up with posting too often. I am still not as good about it as I want to be.
Some of my blogs are funny, some are SUPPOSED to be funny but aren't and some aren't supposed to be funny at all. I write whatever comes to mind when I open the blank page. My intention with this blog was (and still is) to make you laugh (or sometimes cry).
You have read about Stranger Cat, my clumsiness, my stupidity, my thoughts and my poop. Who doesn't love a good story about poop???
I wasn't too sure that people were reading when I started writing and it took me awhile to figure out how to even find that information out. Now that I have it all figured out, they seem to have changed it all around on me. But because not many people comment (at least not on the blog itself) I just figured I was talking to myself. That is not any different than normal because I do spend a lot of time talking to myself. I also talk to Tommy all the time and half the time he isn't even here. Don't ask.
I have been told, on several occasions, that you don't comment because you have to sign in. I PROMISE you that if you log in to comment , you will NOT die. Your head will NOT spin and you will NOT start to speak in demonic voices. If this does happen, take a video and I will gladly post it here for all to see!
During the last year, I have been more consistent (sometimes) with my posting. It's been over the past year that most of my blogs have been written. They have also apparently been read. Yesterday, I hit 10,000 views to my page. 10,000! May not sound like alot to those have a large following but for me, it's awesome. Why? Because I ROCK! and YOU ROCK TOO!
So comment, share my link , pass what you want along and help me keep this going! Thank you for reading and I promise to continue being stupid!!!!
Some of my blogs are funny, some are SUPPOSED to be funny but aren't and some aren't supposed to be funny at all. I write whatever comes to mind when I open the blank page. My intention with this blog was (and still is) to make you laugh (or sometimes cry).
You have read about Stranger Cat, my clumsiness, my stupidity, my thoughts and my poop. Who doesn't love a good story about poop???
I wasn't too sure that people were reading when I started writing and it took me awhile to figure out how to even find that information out. Now that I have it all figured out, they seem to have changed it all around on me. But because not many people comment (at least not on the blog itself) I just figured I was talking to myself. That is not any different than normal because I do spend a lot of time talking to myself. I also talk to Tommy all the time and half the time he isn't even here. Don't ask.
I have been told, on several occasions, that you don't comment because you have to sign in. I PROMISE you that if you log in to comment , you will NOT die. Your head will NOT spin and you will NOT start to speak in demonic voices. If this does happen, take a video and I will gladly post it here for all to see!
During the last year, I have been more consistent (sometimes) with my posting. It's been over the past year that most of my blogs have been written. They have also apparently been read. Yesterday, I hit 10,000 views to my page. 10,000! May not sound like alot to those have a large following but for me, it's awesome. Why? Because I ROCK! and YOU ROCK TOO!
So comment, share my link , pass what you want along and help me keep this going! Thank you for reading and I promise to continue being stupid!!!!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
WE ARE......
Truth be told, I am not a fan of college football. However, hearing the news of Joe Paterno's death left me with a heavy heart. I am not alone. While some of us might not be "fans" of Penn State, we have learned things about "JoePa" that we otherwise would never have taken the time to learn.
He was fired after 46 years at Penn State. Everyone associated Penn State with Joe Paterno, even those of us who weren't necessarily "fans". There was no wrongdoing, he reported the incident immediately. As always, he did his job. He can not be held accountable for the negligence of those who didn't.
We have learned over the past few months who Joe Paterno really was. He was a father , a son, a husband, a coach and a legend. He is celebrated for his generous charitable contributions to academics at Penn State.
He was diagnosed with lung cancer just days after he was fired and died after a courageous fight from complications. I believe that a broken heart makes the struggle more difficult to conquer.
JoePa spent 46 years holding the love of millions in his heart. I have no doubt that the unfortunate events of the past few months will be a dim shadow over the light that he brought to so many lives.
Whether you went to Penn State, are a college football fan or have grown to learn the man behind the legend, always remember WE ARE PENN STATE!
He was fired after 46 years at Penn State. Everyone associated Penn State with Joe Paterno, even those of us who weren't necessarily "fans". There was no wrongdoing, he reported the incident immediately. As always, he did his job. He can not be held accountable for the negligence of those who didn't.
We have learned over the past few months who Joe Paterno really was. He was a father , a son, a husband, a coach and a legend. He is celebrated for his generous charitable contributions to academics at Penn State.
He was diagnosed with lung cancer just days after he was fired and died after a courageous fight from complications. I believe that a broken heart makes the struggle more difficult to conquer.
JoePa spent 46 years holding the love of millions in his heart. I have no doubt that the unfortunate events of the past few months will be a dim shadow over the light that he brought to so many lives.
Whether you went to Penn State, are a college football fan or have grown to learn the man behind the legend, always remember WE ARE PENN STATE!
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Diary of a Bullied Kid
November 2, 2005
Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you? I knelt at my bed tonight and prayed. I prayed that I don't wake up. I close my eyes thankful to be alone and scared for what tomorrow will bring.
November 2, 2006
When will it end? I don't sleep. I don't eat. I cry alone. I don't want anyone to see my pain. I have no friends. I am too embarrassed to tell. I don't understand what I ever did to make you hate me. There is nothing I can do. I get on the bus and sit in the front. I clutch my bookbag and count the minutes until the door opens so that I can get away before you can get to me. I spend my lunch at a table alone and wait for you. I don't have to wait long.
November 7, 2006
I make excuses. My bruises are from dodgeball. I left my books at school. The birthday party (that I was never really invited to) was canceled. Eventually, they will know the truth. I will leave a note. Soon I will close my eyes one last time.
November 15, 2006
A new student started at school today. His name is Josh. He saw me sitting alone at lunch . He asked me if he could eat with me. Finally, I have a friend.
November 21, 2006
Today I got pushed into the lockers. Josh stood up to him!!! And guess what? He backed off. All the kids were laughing at HIM!!!!
December 3, 2006
I got invited to a party tonight!! A real party!! It was the best night of my life.
December 15, 2006
With Josh's encouragement, I talked to my parents tonight. I told them what I have been going through for the past few years. I was so worried that I was going to disappoint them. But guess what? They cried. They said that if Joe even comes near me to tell someone right away. They said that they were sorry!! THEY were sorry! I told them that the past few weeks have been so great. They told me that I matter and I am not alone. I MATTER! They said that bullies are insecure and need to act that way to make them feel worth something. It's not about me. It's about them needing attention. I don't understand. I wish I hadn't waited so long to tell them. I am starting to feel sorry for Joe.
November 10, 2011
Today I was nominated Homecoming King! We now have an anti-bullying policy in school. Joe, (imagine that!) Josh and I lead the campaign. I have learned that everyone matters. There is always someone out there who cares whether they are in the master bedroom upstairs or show up at your lunch table. Find them. Speak up. Make a difference.
*share this link..you never know who you might help.
Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you? I knelt at my bed tonight and prayed. I prayed that I don't wake up. I close my eyes thankful to be alone and scared for what tomorrow will bring.
November 2, 2006
When will it end? I don't sleep. I don't eat. I cry alone. I don't want anyone to see my pain. I have no friends. I am too embarrassed to tell. I don't understand what I ever did to make you hate me. There is nothing I can do. I get on the bus and sit in the front. I clutch my bookbag and count the minutes until the door opens so that I can get away before you can get to me. I spend my lunch at a table alone and wait for you. I don't have to wait long.
November 7, 2006
I make excuses. My bruises are from dodgeball. I left my books at school. The birthday party (that I was never really invited to) was canceled. Eventually, they will know the truth. I will leave a note. Soon I will close my eyes one last time.
November 15, 2006
A new student started at school today. His name is Josh. He saw me sitting alone at lunch . He asked me if he could eat with me. Finally, I have a friend.
November 21, 2006
Today I got pushed into the lockers. Josh stood up to him!!! And guess what? He backed off. All the kids were laughing at HIM!!!!
December 3, 2006
I got invited to a party tonight!! A real party!! It was the best night of my life.
December 15, 2006
With Josh's encouragement, I talked to my parents tonight. I told them what I have been going through for the past few years. I was so worried that I was going to disappoint them. But guess what? They cried. They said that if Joe even comes near me to tell someone right away. They said that they were sorry!! THEY were sorry! I told them that the past few weeks have been so great. They told me that I matter and I am not alone. I MATTER! They said that bullies are insecure and need to act that way to make them feel worth something. It's not about me. It's about them needing attention. I don't understand. I wish I hadn't waited so long to tell them. I am starting to feel sorry for Joe.
November 10, 2011
Today I was nominated Homecoming King! We now have an anti-bullying policy in school. Joe, (imagine that!) Josh and I lead the campaign. I have learned that everyone matters. There is always someone out there who cares whether they are in the master bedroom upstairs or show up at your lunch table. Find them. Speak up. Make a difference.
*share this link..you never know who you might help.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
My review of The Bachelor :)
Ok this one is for those of you watching The Bachelor. I have been watching the show for years. I don't know why because the track record of lasting relationships isn't so hot. Actually, I watch it because it's a train wreck. Looks like this season will be the most devastating wreck to date.
Let's talk about Ben... He's kinda cute. Someone (thank you , you know who you are) pointed out who he reminds them of. I hate to pick on him but it's so easy, a caveman can do it.
Sorry Ben. I will think you are cute again once I get that image out of my head. Maybe...
Let's talk about the girls.
Jenna: If she didn't go this week, we would know that it was a ratings thing. She is a blogger. I hope she doesn't see this BUT it is what it is! Um seriously? You were in the bathroom the first night sobbing like the world banned cheese. There is something wrong with you. I was trying to figure out if was an act to get people to read her blog or she is really nuts. Apparently, she is an overanalyzer. I guess that's what they call those who exhibit that type of behavior these days?? I am glad she is gone because as she said she is really like a guy and Ben isn't looking for a dude.
Blakely: Really? I get your approach. Be one of the first to stick your tongue down his throat so you get his attention. It worked. He gave you a rose because of the great "conversation" you had throughout the date. So apparently "conversation" is another word for " hard on". I wonder if you would have gotten a rose if Ben saw you sitting curled up in the corner all night before he gave it to you. Why were you following him all over the house? It was a little stalkerish. He is looking for a wife not a pet.
Courtney: You are a model. We get it . You are pretty (a little oily) but pretty. You need to get over yourself though . This will be hard because Ben kept saying how dumbfounded he was that you are single. Mind you , I am single but I am also not a model. You spend alot of time on camera talking about how you are better than everyone else. My guess is that is WHY you are still single. I hope you don't win. You get on my nerves and you need to go away. Maybe you can go visit Jenna. You may have different issues but I am guessing the same place could help you both.
Kacie B: As of now I want you to win. You guys are really cute together and you seem pretty normal. You had a great date. Don't do what the rest of them do and just sit back and wait for him to propose. Be a little proactive. Don't pull a Blakely but make yourself known. The baton was really cute but I hope you don't bring it out again. You made your point. This is the Bachelor not a marching band. One day at band camp..... (no offense marching band people).
As always, most of the other girls don't get too much camera time. This usually means either that one will pull ahead at the last minute or they are just boring and will be sent home.
This season is awkward, embarrassing and uncomfortable. I can't wait for next Monday!!!
Let's talk about Ben... He's kinda cute. Someone (thank you , you know who you are) pointed out who he reminds them of. I hate to pick on him but it's so easy, a caveman can do it.
Sorry Ben. I will think you are cute again once I get that image out of my head. Maybe...
Let's talk about the girls.
Jenna: If she didn't go this week, we would know that it was a ratings thing. She is a blogger. I hope she doesn't see this BUT it is what it is! Um seriously? You were in the bathroom the first night sobbing like the world banned cheese. There is something wrong with you. I was trying to figure out if was an act to get people to read her blog or she is really nuts. Apparently, she is an overanalyzer. I guess that's what they call those who exhibit that type of behavior these days?? I am glad she is gone because as she said she is really like a guy and Ben isn't looking for a dude.
Blakely: Really? I get your approach. Be one of the first to stick your tongue down his throat so you get his attention. It worked. He gave you a rose because of the great "conversation" you had throughout the date. So apparently "conversation" is another word for " hard on". I wonder if you would have gotten a rose if Ben saw you sitting curled up in the corner all night before he gave it to you. Why were you following him all over the house? It was a little stalkerish. He is looking for a wife not a pet.
Courtney: You are a model. We get it . You are pretty (a little oily) but pretty. You need to get over yourself though . This will be hard because Ben kept saying how dumbfounded he was that you are single. Mind you , I am single but I am also not a model. You spend alot of time on camera talking about how you are better than everyone else. My guess is that is WHY you are still single. I hope you don't win. You get on my nerves and you need to go away. Maybe you can go visit Jenna. You may have different issues but I am guessing the same place could help you both.
Kacie B: As of now I want you to win. You guys are really cute together and you seem pretty normal. You had a great date. Don't do what the rest of them do and just sit back and wait for him to propose. Be a little proactive. Don't pull a Blakely but make yourself known. The baton was really cute but I hope you don't bring it out again. You made your point. This is the Bachelor not a marching band. One day at band camp..... (no offense marching band people).
As always, most of the other girls don't get too much camera time. This usually means either that one will pull ahead at the last minute or they are just boring and will be sent home.
This season is awkward, embarrassing and uncomfortable. I can't wait for next Monday!!!
Friday, December 9, 2011
Day 9- Blame it on the Rain
Ok so today is actually day 11. A little depressing that I am almost halfway through but we won't talk about that. I am behind on my "days off "blogging but nothing too exciting happened. I cleaned, cleaned and cleaned some more. The only thing I haven't finished is the basement. I have half of it finished. So let's talk about that "other half". This whole story is Stranger Cat's fault because she broke my basement window. I blame it on the cat. I could blame in on the rain but I am sticking with the cat.
The basement is unfinished and gross. I got most of the hard part done. Excuse me.. I got most of the hard part "finished." ( My teacher, Ms. Faherty always said "Cookies are done , People are finished".) I have a refrigerator down there that I got from my wonderful aunt when she moved. I know that mine is going to break soon so it's nice to have a back up. Now if I didn't have a back up , my fridge would have broken two years ago. The metal shelf holder thing for the fridge is on the floor. I have moved it out of my way several times.
Two nights ago, the house felt cold. I went down the basement figuring that the plywood ( from Stranger Cat breaking my basement window) had fallen and the cold air was swiftly moving in. I was right (I need to get glue that adheres metal to wood so this no longer happens). So it's really dark down there and the light for the basement has to be turned on from the other end of the basement.
I walk down, in the dark (the light from the kitchen was on but I still couldn't see). I get to the bottom step and it is COLD . I stepped right into water. Flooded .. again. Since my cousin fixed the sump pump (thank you again) I haven't had too many issues so I wasn't expecting that but because of the amount of rain (and high winds that knocked that board out) it flooded. Not just a little flood, a big one. Two days later, the sump pump and my mom's borrowed pool pump are still pumping out the water (almost finished though). So I roll up my pants and turn on the light and wade my way over to the window (the window is on the uncleaned end along with the fridge). I still can't see too well but I see the metal shelf holder thingy and move it (again) out of my way. I put the wood back on the window and try to use tape to secure it. Ok done. Now I will make my way over to the sump pump to see if it's working. Not the end of the world.
As I start to walk, I step on the metal shelf thingy. Then I trip and fall. In my cement basement, in about 6 inches of water. It all happened really fast BUT what I do remember is that the metal shelf thingy was still in my foot , I was soaked and I crashed into the washer. I got up and cursed like a horny sailor and immediately took my clothes off. I hit my knee and it hurt. I tossed the metal thingy out of my way and limped (naked) up the stairs and got changed. My knee hurt for a few minutes then I forgot about it.
Knee bruise. Actually right under my knee bruise.
Then I realized that my back , my finger , my foot and my wrists all hurt. I looked at my foot and it was just throbbing. Usually a piece of metal will do that to you. So naturally, I did what any adult who fell and got a boo boo does. I texted my mommy to tell her I was about to die. She told me to soak my foot and I did. But it still hurt like hell. I also texted my sisters because they needed to know that their clumsy sister was in pain. My sister Kristi, who lives with me and was at work called me to tell me she was taking me to the hospital. Nope not going. By this point I was laying in bed sulking.
She did bring home some peroxide and gauze and I soaked my foot in that (she's nice sometimes). Then started to sleep. As I am about to drift away, I hear a loud bang. The plywood fell again. Really?? I was done. She went down and put it back up. My mom and both my sisters said I probably need a tetanus shot. They were right. So I did go to the doctor yesterday. My foot still hurt and was all puffy.
I must have caught myself with my finger because I jammed it. I still can't really use it too much. I have chubby fingers but my finger looks like I stole it from the Marshmallow Man. No one should have a finger that looks like that.
Yes, I carry the gun at the doctors. If they are going to give me a shot, they are getting one too.
So far the arm isn't too bad but I am waiting. They called this morning. Nothing is broken I just have muscle tear in my foot and my finger is jammed. I have tissue swelling blah blah blah and was told that those things will take longer to heal than if I had broken something. Merry Christmas to you too. If I had a video of that fall and the cursing episode that followed I would have my 15 minutes of fame on You Tube. But I don't.
Gotta go. The Price is Right is on. Have a Happy Friday!
The basement is unfinished and gross. I got most of the hard part done. Excuse me.. I got most of the hard part "finished." ( My teacher, Ms. Faherty always said "Cookies are done , People are finished".) I have a refrigerator down there that I got from my wonderful aunt when she moved. I know that mine is going to break soon so it's nice to have a back up. Now if I didn't have a back up , my fridge would have broken two years ago. The metal shelf holder thing for the fridge is on the floor. I have moved it out of my way several times.
Two nights ago, the house felt cold. I went down the basement figuring that the plywood ( from Stranger Cat breaking my basement window) had fallen and the cold air was swiftly moving in. I was right (I need to get glue that adheres metal to wood so this no longer happens). So it's really dark down there and the light for the basement has to be turned on from the other end of the basement.
I walk down, in the dark (the light from the kitchen was on but I still couldn't see). I get to the bottom step and it is COLD . I stepped right into water. Flooded .. again. Since my cousin fixed the sump pump (thank you again) I haven't had too many issues so I wasn't expecting that but because of the amount of rain (and high winds that knocked that board out) it flooded. Not just a little flood, a big one. Two days later, the sump pump and my mom's borrowed pool pump are still pumping out the water (almost finished though). So I roll up my pants and turn on the light and wade my way over to the window (the window is on the uncleaned end along with the fridge). I still can't see too well but I see the metal shelf holder thingy and move it (again) out of my way. I put the wood back on the window and try to use tape to secure it. Ok done. Now I will make my way over to the sump pump to see if it's working. Not the end of the world.
As I start to walk, I step on the metal shelf thingy. Then I trip and fall. In my cement basement, in about 6 inches of water. It all happened really fast BUT what I do remember is that the metal shelf thingy was still in my foot , I was soaked and I crashed into the washer. I got up and cursed like a horny sailor and immediately took my clothes off. I hit my knee and it hurt. I tossed the metal thingy out of my way and limped (naked) up the stairs and got changed. My knee hurt for a few minutes then I forgot about it.
Then I realized that my back , my finger , my foot and my wrists all hurt. I looked at my foot and it was just throbbing. Usually a piece of metal will do that to you. So naturally, I did what any adult who fell and got a boo boo does. I texted my mommy to tell her I was about to die. She told me to soak my foot and I did. But it still hurt like hell. I also texted my sisters because they needed to know that their clumsy sister was in pain. My sister Kristi, who lives with me and was at work called me to tell me she was taking me to the hospital. Nope not going. By this point I was laying in bed sulking.
I must have caught myself with my finger because I jammed it. I still can't really use it too much. I have chubby fingers but my finger looks like I stole it from the Marshmallow Man. No one should have a finger that looks like that.
Ok so now you have seen some body parts. Don't you feel better? So I get up the next morning , go to my mom's and get her pool pump. I hurt, the basement looks like the Atlantic (lots of dirty water) and I am down there hooking up the pump and hose. Then I go to the doctor and they give me a tetanus shot and tell me I won't be able to lift my arm today. Well, that's just great. I was intending to do some chin ups today so I guess that's out of the question. She pokes all over my achy foot and finger , I say OW about 10 times and she says I need xrays. Now I figure nothing is broken because my bones are made of steel and I never break anything. But I don't have a choice. They give me my shot, I ask for a lollipop and they laugh. Um that's not funny. I want my lollipop. I don't get one. I go over and get the xrays and have about a half hour conversation with the checker inner lady about Christmas and how her grandson has issues with textures
(I can appreciate that , I am that way with food) and she buys him the same kind of jacket every year because it's soft and fluffy. She can't find one this year. So if anyone knows where you can buy the kind of fluffy, soft jacket that her 10 year old grandson likes, let me know. I will relay the info to Mrs. Checker Inner. I go home to rest because I ache and instead vaccuum and clean up because that's what resting means. They called this morning. Nothing is broken (I knew that.. remember me? Steel Bones??) This is what my xray looked like:
So far the arm isn't too bad but I am waiting. They called this morning. Nothing is broken I just have muscle tear in my foot and my finger is jammed. I have tissue swelling blah blah blah and was told that those things will take longer to heal than if I had broken something. Merry Christmas to you too. If I had a video of that fall and the cursing episode that followed I would have my 15 minutes of fame on You Tube. But I don't.
Gotta go. The Price is Right is on. Have a Happy Friday!
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