Fun at the Creek

Lilly has always been a swimmer. She has loved to get in water since the first time I took her to the lake.  Logan, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it.  I was convinced something was wrong with him because boxers love to swim.  While I was in a sling & Donna was walking Logan, she took him to the creek & made a water lover out of him.  He does not like to get in deep water like Lilly & swim, but he loves to splash around & fetch sticks.  Here are some pics she took yesterday.  You can see him trying to block Lilly from the deep water in one because he won’t go to “the deep end.”  He even tried to climb on her back & ride on her while she swam.  He is such a stinker.  I am waiting for the day that he is an almost perfect angel like my Lilly…

Burglary

This morning my “sweet” Logan was going crazy when he saw my neighbor, Donna, out the window.  My animals adore Donna.  If they had to choose between us, I’m not so sure they would pick me.  I went downstairs to give Donna a meal I had bought for her since she so gracously walked Logan while I couldn’t.  I am standing in the driveway in my pjs, which is not unusual for me, and Logan is jumping up and down against the door.  I turn to walk in the house & discover that Logan has locked me out.  He paws at the door while he is jumping and it locks the deadbolt.  This is not the first time this has happened, so I ask Donna to borrow her key to my house.    It still won’t open…today he took it a step further and locked the top lock which has no key.  So, I borrow Donna’s ladder and break into my own second story window.  Logan is going crazy and I have to throw treats (borrowed from who else, Donna) into the house to get him away from the window.  Lilly starts eating them so I am throwing them in two different directions to get both dogs out of my way.  I then pull myself with my good hand through the window and shimmy into my house.  I really should have my own reality show.  That is not the first Lucy/Ethel stunt Donna & I have pulled.  I would love to make some money off people gawking at my crazy life wih the boxers!

reporting for duty!

i worked two glorious days this week & they were both amazing tanning days.  i LOVE the sun   i am frozen on the tower rotation since i can’t jump in to rescue anyone, but that is better than nothing.  there is a new “karen rule” which states that no one is allowed to complain without talking to me first.  i am the epitome of lifeguard dedication, going back so soon & with my frankenstein scar.  today half the rides in the park were closed because of a pump being broken, but it was still packed! 

my two double takes today~a woman walking around in a bathing suit and her police ankle monitor and a girl in a two piece who had something tattooed on her belly right above her bikini.  i would love to tell you what it said, but because her belly was hanging over the bathing suit i couldn’t read it…

scar

my unpictured hand is at the top of the picture

well peeps, i went to the doctor today & the scar was revealed!  it is not too bad, only 2 inches, BUT i am ready to mederma it away.  i will make a full recovery & get 100% of my mobility back, yea!

bored…

well, it has been a week since my surgery & i am b-o-r-e-d.  i am so sick of my hand aching & being tired from my meds.  i get my soft cast & stitches out thursday & my parents are going home.  they keep telling me they will come back, but even if it is hard~i am ready to be alone.  i so appreciate them coming to stay and help me, i don’t know what i would have done without them.  i am just used to being alone & not having to explain why i do things the way i do them & i am ready for that time to come!  i am not sure how much mobility i will have in my hand & that scares me, but it is what it is & i will deal with it.

the dogs are my constant companions right now & they all sniff my wrist daily.  they follow me around all day; it is very sweet.  my neighbor has been walking logan & that has been a huge blessing because he is such a mess.  my dad walks the older girls, lilly & dallie, (she is the one i’m dogsitting) i refer to it as the geriatric walk.  they have grown up together & it is sad to see their aches as they age.  i have had several meals brought to the house & that has been a huge blessing & much appreciated.  i weighed yesterday & luckily have not gained any weight.  i can’t wait to start walking again, i feel like such a slug.  i’m about to watch last night’s bachelorette, so i am sure i will have many comments about that later!

Just My Luck!

Monday I was going to be working all day.  I went through 2 rotations (you spend roughly 30 minutes at each spot) then went to the break room for a snack.  On my way, Jared one of the lifeguard supervisors, stopped me to tell me there was Chipotle in the office.   **Let me pause a moment to point out that while Jared is one of my supervisors, he is only 20.  He looks just like Jack from Dawson’s Creek, but I have never told him that because he is too young to even know about the show.**  I went to the office, split a burrito with my friend Julie (who is my age~we used to teach together) and went on my way.  Life was good, the sun was out, I was living the dream.  I went to my next spot which was the bottom of a slide.  I was almost through with my rotation when someone’s mat went down the slide without them.  I walked to the bottom of the slide part and picked it up, then started walking to the end of the slide.  When I was almost to the end, I slipped & fell on my butt.  I looked over at my right hand to see it hit the bottom, slip, and go up the lane divider at a very bad angle.  I immediately knew it was broken.  Another supervisor, Dennis, was standing right there & asked if I was okay.  I told him no, I was pretty sure my wrist was broken & to call the EMT.

David, the 19 year old EMT, ran over to me & asked me where I was hurt.  He felt my wrist & said the bones felt in tact & asked if I could walk to First Aide or if I needed a wheelchair.  I told him I would walk, but to hurry because I was going to pass out.  I walked over & the last thing I remember was sitting in the chair & David asking me a question that I thought I answered, but he later told me I was saying words that didn’t make sense.  When I came to, I was lying on the floor and the other EMT, Kent was giving me oxygen while David checked my vitals.  **I would now like to point out that I was Kent’s 8th grade English teacher.**  The park manager was there and asking me if I needed an ambulance or if I wanted to be driven to the ER.  I tried to sit up, but I was really nauseous, so I said I’d go in an ambulance.  At this point, I was completely lucid.  I was talking to everyone, giving the Fire Dept. my blood pressure and pulse rate.  I think because of this and because my wrist wasn’t swelling yet & they were all able to touch my bones without my freaking out, they all thought I had a bad sprain.  So, off I go to the ER barefoot & in a swimsuit.

I sent Tiffany a text to see where she was & she called, but didn’t have the car that day.  While I was talking to her  Julie called to tell me she would leave work to go to the hospital as soon as she could.  Then Meg called & I told her I would call her later when I knew what was going on.  I was wheeled in a exam room & people came & went, but no one was giving me meds.  I finally got some nausea meds, but no pain killers.  At this point, I was getting calls & texts non stop from many very sweet friends.  When I was alone, I looked at my wrist & saw how swollen it was.  That is when I took the picture I posted.  At least an hour later I was wheeled off to get x-rays.  They asked if I could get out of the bed & I told them I wasn’t moving & not to touch me.  I would move my hand for the x-rays if they would just show me what they wanted.  I really thought I would pass out again when they were having me twist my hand around.  When the first pic came up, the technician said, “wow, I would have passed out too,” I knew it wasn’t a bad sprain.  10 minutes later the doctor came in & talked to me, then I finally got some pain meds.  She left to go look at my x-rays for a very, very long time.  I was calling Meg to tell her what time to meet me at home when the dr.  walked in and said that I would not be leaving.  She showed the ortho on call my x-ray & he told her I needed surgery ASAP & he could fit me in at 5.  It was 3:45 and I was just about to lose it as my friend Julie showed up.  She can always turn things around for me.  We had a good laugh at a sign on the wall that said, “Don’t fall, call.”  If only we had that sign at the park…Tiffany called and was sure I was high as a kite because I was laughing so hard, but really Julie brings that out in me.

It was at this point where I knew I would have to call my parents.  I had planned on telling them way later & only if I was going to see them.  They freaked out & said they would leave as soon as they could.  Julie went back to work as Meg was on her way.  She was going by my house to pick up clothes for me so I could take off my wet swimsuit.  This is where things get blurry.  I remember telling everyone who came in not to touch me unless they talked to me first.  Meg got there right before they wheeled me to surgery.  She got to help me pee in a cup so they could make sure I wasn’t pregnant.  The ortho put a plate & 3 or 4 screws in my wrist which was broken in 5 pieces. (x-rays attached)  I vaguely remember telling the anesthesiologist, not to knock me out until I had time to pray, then being wheeled in the operating room.  Recovery is very hazy, but I know Julie & Meg were both there.  They were awesome & Meg made tons of phone calls keeping everyone informed.  I was sent to a room & slept until my parents showed up then checked out.  I got home around midnight and slept on & off for the next 2 days.  The pain is pretty bad, but I’ll survive as long as I have my hydrocodone.  Thanks for all the emails, calls, prayers, and food!

 

 

http://www.foundmagazine.com/

I don’t know if anyone else gets on this website regularly like I do.  If you don’t, you should.  People find lists, letters, pictures, etc. on the ground and then send them in telling where they found them and usually a sarcastic sentence of explanation as to what they think was going on.  Today while I was surfing the site I stumbled upon the note I have attached to this post.  It struck me as incredibly funny because my friend, Jana, has said this same thing to me on multiple occasions about the soprano section at our church.  We are in a choir of like 500 people, but there are only a handful of young sopranos.  It hasn’t always been like this, so where did they go?  I wonder if the writer of this note ever came to a conclusion…<cue Paula Cole~where have all the young so-pra-nos go-ne?>    

Wives submit to your husbands…

Tonight at work from 6-9 it was a private church party.  I was at the top of our smallest slide.  You lay on a mat & push yourself off and slide down a couple of waves.  A middle aged married couple come up with no mats.  They did not realize they needed to bring their own.  We had 2 extra mats at the top and I gave them to the couple.  There are 2 jets spraying water from the back of each lane.  So you have to step on your mat as soon as you put it down because it will shoot down the slide without you.  That escaped the man and as soon as he put down his mat, off it went.  He told his wife you go ahead.  I thought it was really sweet.  Then he watched her go down the slide and I assumed he would walk down the stairs to meet her, but NO.  He stood there while she got 2 more mats and lugged them up the stairs so they could then ride together.  Chivalry is dead and that man is why I am still single!!

For Katey…

My friend Katey is a hard core Yankee.  She is from Michigan & when you ask her anything about it she throws up her hand to point out where she is from.  I saw that once on “The States” on A&E, so I know that makes her hard core.  At dinner Wednesday she brought over 100 pictures she had taken on her recent trip home.  But because she is also a good friend, she did not make us look at all of them.  Just 10 or so of her family & then some of “nature” because she is convinced we have never seen it in Plano/Frisco.  I told her I live in the middle of nature.  There are nature preserves & ranches all around my house & today I was one with nature.  I was walking my puppy (I use that term loosely because he is already larger than most grown dogs) and I saw a strange bird on the trail ahead of us.  It was…a roadrunner!  Yes, an actual roadrunner in Plano!  When it saw us, it ran up the path until it got closer to the residential area, then it ran across the street, up to someone’s front door, and then jumped on the roof & started running back and forth across their roof.  Logan was mesmerized, which says a lot because he is a total spaz.  So, there you go Katey, NATURE!

P.S. My fav kid on Jon & Kate is probably “the professor”

 

June 20, 2008

Ok, I admit it, I watch Y&R.  I have been watching it since I was a little girl and now that there is SOAP Net, why stop?  Today Victor Newman married Sabrina, his daughter’s best friend, or would ex-best friend be the better term… Seriously?  This is the best storyline they could come up with?  And I love Jana as much as the next person, (despite the attempt to kill Kevin and Colleen, her killing Carmen, her running off and breaking Kevin’s heart (who also has a sordid past, he tried to kill Colleen too) but she had a brain tumor that made her crazy), but making her the maid of honor?  Sabrina has only known her for about 2 seconds.  I feel like Y&R is getting a little Days on me.  Days can get away with crazy story lines, I mean, Marlena was possessed by the devil! 

Too bad there is not a Jon & Kate Plus 8 on right now, I could stand to see Jon get plugs again.  I was on a Jon & Kate message board last night trying to answer a question for a friend & there were all these “men” on there posting comments about how Kate is such a nag and they don’t know how Jon can stand her.  Then all these woman were all up in arms because they are “pimping” out the kids.  First of all, if you don’t like what you see there is this nifty button on your remote that turns the TV off and another one that changes the channel.  Second of all, if you are a man & you are spending your time on message boards about Jon & Kate, you need to start taking some testosterone because that ain’t nomal.  Last, for all these women who are mad at Kate, you try to raise 8 kids on an IT Analysts salary.  It is not like she is putting her kids in freakish pagents where they wear false teeth, fake eyelashes, and put on enough make-up to be a TV Evangelist’s wife.  I love Jon & Kate Plus 8!  I wish I had my own show.  Who wouldn’t want to watch a show about me & my 2 boxers?