Hey Peeps, any minute now my bold blogging buddy could hit publish on a guest interview with yours truly. So how ’bout a few of my favorite lolcats until my songwriting interview goes live? Good idea!
As soon as my interview’s up I’ll post to let you know.
I’m going back to bed now. Kelly’s school has an in-service today. No school! No driving! Whoo-hoo!
Oh, speaking of that kid, we had the follow-up for her broken arm yesterday. X-rays look good, both bones are in place to knit well. They put fiberglass over her plaster cast — she’ll be 2 weeks in that. Then, that whole shebang gets replaced with an all-new fiberglass cast she’ll have on for an additonal 3-4 weeks. Oy. She’s in no pain tho, and is in great spirits.
If you read my last post, you know that Kelly won’t be doing any of that bouncy stuff for many weeks to come because…
… she broke her arm. Again! (Broke it in a bouncy house, not during gymnastics.)
Oy yoy.
In Other Major Woes… 🙂 … I’m hungry, VERY behind reading blogs,something’s gone wacko with my Comment Luv, my Windows Movie Maker program won’t recognize any of my iPhone videos, even tho they seem perfectly legit with the .MOV extension. And another video-related glitch has besieged me.
But I’m sure I’ll get it all worked out!
And there’s peanut butter and bread in the cupboard, so off I go.
Oh, and I’m closing in on my “Let’s Drink Up The Stars” lyrics — one of the 2 new songs I’ll enter in Kerrville Newfolk in 2011. So, whoo-hoo on that, People!!! Whoo-hoo!!!!!!!! 🙂
Her first broken arm happened when she was 18 months old. (No post on that yet.)
But I digress.
Already.
Getting back to this afternoon… (I mean yesterday afternoon,) I was at a coffeeshop slogging away having fun writing a song when I got the call that Kelly had just bounced clear off the birthday party bouncy house onto her arm. Poor baby.
Ten minutes and one morphine shot later, Kelly and I were running all kinds of red lights in a cute little bus with sirens and flashing lights.
Morphine for ME? I wish.
She took the attendant’s cue and smiled along for a parting shot as we landed at the wonderful wonderful Dell Childrens’ Hospital.
A flurry of loving attendants swooped upon us.
“You’ll need an i.v., honey. And more morphine.” Why not?
Morphine for Mom? Not a freakin’ chance!
Next photo — NOT for the faint of heart. So rush on past, if you must.
Nope — NOT good. Both the ulna and that other bone — what the heck is it called? Tibia? Fibia? Patella? Rotini? Fuselli? Funnybone? Nope. Oh, what IS it?? Oh, yeah, the RADIUS! Funny name for a bone that’s actually not round. I think. Maybe I missed that day in my orthopedic surgeon’s class.
But anyway.
She’d broken ’em both real nice. But luckily, not completely off — just kind of hanging together.
And some sleepy meds, and off to la-la land goes Kelly.
Luckily, she didn’t have to go to O.R. — they wheeled in all kinds of fancy machines and were able to “reconstitute” (or whatever term they used) her bones right there in her little E.R. room.
Jim and I were kindly asked to “step outside” for said reconstitution.
But we came back to see this…
Ahh, much better! Nice straight arm again.
Then were asked to “step outside” again when the firetruck x-ray machine came in.
I wanted the palm tree x-ray machine, but they were fresh out.
Back in we went.
Looking much MUCH better than her twisted “swan” wrist manoeuvre of above.
Then… they took a saw to my baby’s arm!!! Well, just a vibrating one. And just to the cast, to loosen it to allow for swelling. But still — I hate when they do the saw thing. I’ve been through it 3 times now, and it never gets any more pleasant.
Then… they brought out the blue swiss cheese elevation thing. I’d’ve preferred gorgonzola, but broken armed beggars can’t be choosers.
Wakey-wakey, Baby. And drink your blue Powerade, so you we all can go home.
Wake up, Sweetie!
Oh well. At least there’s Fox News to help bide the time.
Her feet are getting HUMONGOUS!! When did that happen!?
Then there was puking. (I was a little tied-up to catch those action shots, sorry.)
She woke, drank the blue Powerade, rested 10 minutes and puked. A lot of blue Powerade puking. All over. And on my jeans, socks and shoes.
But — into each life a little puke must volatiley project. Shakespeare said that, right?
Bedding changed, floor mopped, the Kelly snoozed a bit more.
Hey, that blue thing makes a great pillow!! She only has to have it on 2 days, then can sling it.
It’s ‘way after midnight as I post this. Heck! It’s way after 1:00 a.m.!
She’s sleeping here beside me, yes in the blue cheese thing.. And she’s okay. My baby is fine. No Kung Fu or gymnastics for 6 weeks or so. But plenty of cuddles, movies, books, who knows what else and such, will transpire.
I have drunk 2 glasses of wine as I uploaded these pics and wrote this. And eaten popcorn. Nice dinner!
And my baby is whole and healing.
All is well.
But should we give serious thought to — as Jim points out in the short video below — “take out a membership in the hospital” as in a Frequent Arm Breaker Program??
Here are lucky 7 of the at least 77,777 bloggers doing cool things.
ONE. Guess who’ll be laughing it up in NY, NY this coming Sunday morning?? Katie West and her Levity Project gang!! And guess who’s posting this teary-eyed because she won’t be joining them in the flesh? (Me.) If you’re gonna be in NY on May 2nd, go play for World Laughter Day at 10:00 a.m. for an hour and a half. Or if you have a brother, sister, aunt, friend, co-worker, blogging bud who lives in NYC? Tell them to register! The Levity Project is a global celebration of simple joy that’s big, Big, BIG fun — and growing.
TWO & THREE.I wasn’t even going to read Betsy Wuebker’s and Lori’s Hoeck’s co-authored “The Narcissist : A User’s Guide” because I didn’t know a narcissist (or so I thought.) But I read it for my daughter’s sake. And you know what?!! I learned I was allowing a certain narcissist to make themselves feel better by making me feel like less. Yuck. But, no more, baby!! I was absolutely gripped for the entire 50 minutes it took me to devour this free e-book. This guide is helpful, helpful, helpful with concrete ways to understand and move on from difficult people.
FOUR. Holy cow — has it really been one one full year plus a day since I first touted Ma Vie Folle Sheila’s magical vanilla kisses that instantly transport to forests of delights? Far far too long to go without raving about her natural, organic, handmade Aventine Hill wonders of the earth!! And you know what?? Her body products are not only gorgeous to soak in and to slather on — but when you’re reading and writing blogs you can keep her sun-saturated namaste wares right beside you to bask in the sight, smells — and yes — even the sounds of, like this…
Mothers’ day is coming up — perfect time for Aventine Hill!
FIVE. When I first crashed Jeanne’s old blog a year and a half ago she had maybe 47 signatures on her (tho she calls it “our”) Endometriosis e-petition. Now she has 578 signatures — and growing! If you haven’t yet signed it, PLEASE pop over to Jeanne’s Chronic Healing blog or straight to the Endometriosis Petition and take 1 or 2 minutes to sign and make a difference in the lives of millions of women (and the ones who love them) who are not getting the correct diagnoses and treatment they need. THANKS! Thanks SO much!!!
SIX. Laura Hegfield of the Shine The Divine blog! Her young daughter, Rosewillow — as part of her preparation for her Bat Mitzvah — has taken it upon herself to captain a team for the upcoming MS Journey Of Hope Walk in Hanover, NH on May 22nd. Please consider sponsoring Rosewillow with a small donation for this wonderful very worthy cause. It ALL adds up! With the support of her generous family and friends, Rosewillow has so far raised $1663.00 of her $2000.00 goal. (I plan to sponsor very soon!)
SEVEN.The Pioneer Woman — I LOVE The Pioneer Woman!!! If I had to choose between giving up her blog or giving up donuts and beer, I most definitely would get used to cake and wine. Ree doesn’t know me from Adam and possibly never will, but that matters not one whit. She is sweet, funny, giving, loving, and kind. Yes, she’s now THE top female blogger, and will most likely remain so, but that’s not why I read her, ’cause she’s all popular and such — I read her because of the sweet, funny, giving, loving, kind part. Oh yes — and she is wildly creative. And a little naughty on occasion! 😉
Posted with love by Jannie Muffin on a Friday afternoon.
1 … who learned that Keri bath oil tastes nothing like mouthwash? Not even remotely. Yuck. Took 2 days of brushing my tongue 10 times a day to get rid of that perfumey soapy residue.
2 … who has at least 3 pairs of scissors in the house and cannot find a fricking one of them!?!?
3 … who has at least 3 pairs of reading glasses in the house and cannot find a fricking one of them!?!? (Had I been wearing my glasses, I may not have mistaken the bath oil for mouthwash.)
4 … who has not painted my toenails in over 6 months? (Most of you men are excluded here.) With Texas now in the mid-80s every day, it’s gittin’ on time to shine up the olde toesies. (Maybe even go wild and shave my legs.)
5 … who sometimes actually kneels on the floor at my desktop computer to type, so I won’t disturb the cat sleeping on the chair?
6 … who spent my hair root dye money on champagne?
7 … who spent my running shoe money on gas and groceries?
8 … who can’t pass by a rosemary bush without smooshing some of that wonderful smell onto my fingers to enjoy all day? (Sometimes when no one’s around I rub my whole body on a rosemary bush.)
9 … who can’t pass by a set of wind chimes without giving them a good ol’ tinkle? (a lengthy process in the wind chime section of larger stores.)
speaking of tinkling…
10. Am I the only one who finds this having-to-pee-all-the-time business majorly inconvenient to my busy lifestyle? I mean, I’d be a much more productive blogger, kelp bikini knitter and songwriter without this constant running to the loo.
And a bonus…
11… Am I the only one who worries I might be getting lopsided because I often prop up my left leg on the armrest as I drive, like this…
And this…
I think my left leg is a teeny bit slimmer than my right because of all this flinging-up. More stretched out. Should I maybe spend the next 30 years in a right-hand-drive car, so I can fling my right leg up and get evened out?
Just wondering. On all. 🙂
P.S. The hand sanitizer in the top photo has nothing to do with this post, other than to make that nice appealing trio. (except darnit — it was crooked on the library scanner.) 🙂
