Unless you've been living in a biosphere, everyone knows that the Olympic Opening Ceremonies were last Friday. I like the Olympics and can admire the dedication and determination of the athletes, but I've never really sat down to watch the opening ceremonies.
This year was no different. There was no time to watch anything: we had shopping to do at Wal-Mart and had to go to the Olive Garden for dinner! The food was so good, and Brie loves their Roscato wine. She had a couple of glasses of it at dinner, so she was feeling pretty good because red wine hits her more than white.
Anyhoo, we finally got home and she decided to have one more glass (yes, she had a bottle at home). We were pretending we were watching WWE Smackdown: I was in the kitchen on the computer and Brie was just talking and enjoying her wine. When she was finished, and wrestling was over, we flipped through channels and the Olympics were still on. They had talked earlier about how the Queen had jumped out of a plane and parachuted into the ceremonies, even though it was a hoax.
So...this made Brie decide that she needed to do something to commemorate the opening ceremonies of the Olympics as well. She decides, after 3 glasses of wine, to do a cheer in the kitchen. I looked up from the computer to see exactly how she was going to do this. She gets in the middle of the floor, says a little cheer, and then jumps up to do a split in the air. As I watched her leap, I realized 2 things: 1) she can't do a split; and 2) she was going to hit the lowered part of the ceiling.
Sure enough: her hands went up and it was like slow-motion: her right hand hit the ceiling. She yelped in pain as she came back down and bent over. I didn't dare laugh: what if she'd broken something? She kept saying, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow" over and over and I felt really bad for her. She finally lifted up her head and said, "Are you laughing?" "No! Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the emergency room?" "I'm okay," she said, holding her hand and pouting. She looked up again and there were tears in my eyes. "Oh go ahead and laugh: I know you want to mom!" and I burst out laughing. I'm sorry but that was one of the funniest things I'd seen in a long time, and I had tears in my eyes from trying to hold back the laughter. Don't worry: she laughed too. I felt bad for 2 reasons: 1) I know it hurt; and 2) I know it blew her wine buzz.
So that's how we celebrated the opening of the Olympics. I wonder what she's going to do for the closing ceremonies????
😀
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Next Time We'll Do Lunch
I was really optimistic that today was going to be a good day. My sister decided that she wasn't going to go to the salon this morning, so it was just me and Kitty. I thought we'd be done in time to go to the Peppermill for breakfast, but Annette was a little backed up so we missed breakfast there. Brie called to see what we were doing, so we decided to go have breakfast at Denny's.
Don't get me wrong: we like Denny's. Judging by my waistline, you can tell I really like their dinner rolls. But it was noon without a roll in sight, so we settled on breakfast. But I knew we were in trouble as soon as the waitress got to our table. Let's just say I could tell she wasn't part of the "A" team. She brought our drinks and managed to slosh Kitty's on the table and my hand, and forgetting my drink. Then she comes to mop it up and misses half of it. I give her my simple order of an original grand slam and she asks what I want in it. Um...whatever it says on the menu it comes with, thanks. Then Brie asked her about the cheese sauce for her omelette, and she kept talking about the cheese inside. When Brie got tired of trying to explain her question, she just said to fix it however it said on the menu.
When she comes back with our food, Kitty's is perfect. My eggs are overcooked and Brie can't identify the meats in her omelette. Plus she didn't even get the cheese sauce! When she mentions this the girl goes back and comes out with a saucer of spicy cheese and jalepeno. Nope: Brie can't eat that! So while Kitty enjoyed her picture-perfect meal, I could only eat part of my pancakes and Brie ate part of her not-totally-cooked hash browns and played the game of is it prime rib? chorizo? or bacon in my mouth? The world may never know, and we sure didn't want to ask!
The second best part was when the girl was vacuuming around us and told Brie how much she liked her designer bag. "Was it expensive?" she asked. "I got it for a good price." "Where?" "New York City." "Oh it's fake, huh?" The indignant look on Brie's face was priceless, as was the fact she was speechless.
The girl came around again and noticed Kitty's footwear. "Those are cool sandals. Did you get them at TJ Maxx?" "No, at Wal-Mart." "Do they come in black?" "I'm sure they come in many assorted colors." "Does the thing between your toes hurt?" "No." "I'd like to get a pair if they're not going to hurt my toes." For heaven's sake: they were flip flops!
Finally we couldn't stand it anymore and went to pay and leave: not that I wanted to pay for Brie's debacle of an omelette! But here's the best part of all: we got up to leave and were heading for the register. This older couple had just come in and the hostess was getting ready to show them to their table. The woman stops and says, "Excuse me, but I have to ask a question. Are you two twins?" She was indicating me and Brie!!!
Well I felt like a million bucks as Brie fumed, and I said, "No we're not twins because she's older." Then the lady and I shared a laugh, which Brie did not. How awesome was that for me?? It made up for the less than stellar late breakfast. For me, at least!
As Brie stomped to the car she said, "Next time I don't care what time it is. We're going to the Peppermill!"
>--<
Don't get me wrong: we like Denny's. Judging by my waistline, you can tell I really like their dinner rolls. But it was noon without a roll in sight, so we settled on breakfast. But I knew we were in trouble as soon as the waitress got to our table. Let's just say I could tell she wasn't part of the "A" team. She brought our drinks and managed to slosh Kitty's on the table and my hand, and forgetting my drink. Then she comes to mop it up and misses half of it. I give her my simple order of an original grand slam and she asks what I want in it. Um...whatever it says on the menu it comes with, thanks. Then Brie asked her about the cheese sauce for her omelette, and she kept talking about the cheese inside. When Brie got tired of trying to explain her question, she just said to fix it however it said on the menu.
When she comes back with our food, Kitty's is perfect. My eggs are overcooked and Brie can't identify the meats in her omelette. Plus she didn't even get the cheese sauce! When she mentions this the girl goes back and comes out with a saucer of spicy cheese and jalepeno. Nope: Brie can't eat that! So while Kitty enjoyed her picture-perfect meal, I could only eat part of my pancakes and Brie ate part of her not-totally-cooked hash browns and played the game of is it prime rib? chorizo? or bacon in my mouth? The world may never know, and we sure didn't want to ask!
The second best part was when the girl was vacuuming around us and told Brie how much she liked her designer bag. "Was it expensive?" she asked. "I got it for a good price." "Where?" "New York City." "Oh it's fake, huh?" The indignant look on Brie's face was priceless, as was the fact she was speechless.
The girl came around again and noticed Kitty's footwear. "Those are cool sandals. Did you get them at TJ Maxx?" "No, at Wal-Mart." "Do they come in black?" "I'm sure they come in many assorted colors." "Does the thing between your toes hurt?" "No." "I'd like to get a pair if they're not going to hurt my toes." For heaven's sake: they were flip flops!
Finally we couldn't stand it anymore and went to pay and leave: not that I wanted to pay for Brie's debacle of an omelette! But here's the best part of all: we got up to leave and were heading for the register. This older couple had just come in and the hostess was getting ready to show them to their table. The woman stops and says, "Excuse me, but I have to ask a question. Are you two twins?" She was indicating me and Brie!!!
Well I felt like a million bucks as Brie fumed, and I said, "No we're not twins because she's older." Then the lady and I shared a laugh, which Brie did not. How awesome was that for me?? It made up for the less than stellar late breakfast. For me, at least!
As Brie stomped to the car she said, "Next time I don't care what time it is. We're going to the Peppermill!"
>--<
Sunday, July 15, 2012
July 20th
I was sitting here at my computer pretending that I was working on my new manuscript, when in reality I was playing 5 roll. I really thought that this was the year that I would have my Saratoga Track/love story finished by opening day of the Flat track, but since I just found out 2 days ago that the track will be open July 20th, I don't think that's going to happen. Granted, I only have 3 chapters left to write, but I know my limitations and between working overtime, house stuff, trying to find time to sleep, catching up on shows that are DVR'ed: there's just not going to be enough time. Sigh...
Anyhoo, as I was sitting here playing 5 Roll, I also have my Windows Media Player playing. Suddenly, the song "Running Away" by Roy Ayers Ubiquity came on, and I was immediately transported back to the year 1978. It was August, I was in Saratoga at the Golden Grill Disco, and I was always on the dance floor. I remember it like it was yesterday: the heat of the place since it was summer, what "fashions" we were wearing, who I was dancing with and even some of the people that were there. When I say we, I'm referring to my cousins Denise and Ivy, my very good friend Vicky and her cousins Joan and Nancy. During August, all of the track people from Belmont came up and you'd meet people that you knew you'd only see again if they showed up in Saratoga the next year.
The song by Roy Ayers always reminds me of a tracker that we called "Billy the White Negro." We called him this because although he had black features, his skin was white and he had gray eyes. He was cute and he was a good dancer. But honest to goodness we could never understand a word he said. Perhaps he was latino and we were too young and sheltered to realize, or maybe he was just drunk or stoned and slurring his words. Regardless, we'd always dance with him and smile and nod if he said anything. I wonder what ever happened to him? The last time I saw him was probably 1981...and with the way that drugs were growing rampant among the track crowd, I'm pretty sure Billy was a casualty...
But other people that I remember from that year were the 3 Butches: Big Butch, Little Butch, and Tiny Tot Butch. Tiny Tot Butch was this little groom who worked at the track, and he couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall. Little Butch was a white art student from Skidmore that surprised us with how well he could dance, with his hat, goatee, jeans and fringed vest. Not the typical guy that frequented the Grill! Big Butch was a big black guy that only showed up occasionally, but he became a good friend of ours.
There was also Ricky, and we loved him. He was in love with our beautiful friend Joan, yet she didn't return those particular feelings. His brother toothless Ralph, who was fine as was wine but like his nickname said: he had no front teeth. I'l have to tell you a story about him sometime! There was Sly, who always danced in flip flops. Donnie: who didn't dance but sold a lot of drugs (not to us!). Spud, the eternal stud. Danny, who had a wife and kids at home but didn't want that fact to get out. And a whole slew of other guys that I'm sure we've long forgotten...
But Saratoga in August was truly the place to be! Well for us it was more being at the Grill every weekend. We danced, hung out, met new people, made out with a few guys (hey,we were young and it was still the 70's!), sweat a lot, stayed out too late but still made it to work the next day...Man, there are times when I wish I could turn back the clock to that fun, carefree time when I was thin, gorgeous and in demand: and me and my "crew" were closer than sisters.
Where are they now? Vicky ended up marrying Donnie, straightening him out and now she works for the federal government. Denise is in the insurance field, and her sister Ivy is a personal trainer. Neither one of them keeps in touch. Sadly, Nancy died a few years ago of cancer. She fought the good fight, but we lost one of the world's great partiers. We miss you Nancy!! And her sister Joan has remarried, but I lost touch with her after Nancy died.
We may not still be together, but I bet that they share the same nostalgic feelings when or if they hear any of our old "songs". I just hope they have happy memories too!
In the meantime, I have 8 minutes to get to bed. I'm glad I took the time to jot down this post. I'm going to share a few more Saratoga stories with you over the course of the next couple of weeks, since it's obvious I won't have the book completed! Sigh...maybe before the meet is over? Stay tuned!
Anyhoo, as I was sitting here playing 5 Roll, I also have my Windows Media Player playing. Suddenly, the song "Running Away" by Roy Ayers Ubiquity came on, and I was immediately transported back to the year 1978. It was August, I was in Saratoga at the Golden Grill Disco, and I was always on the dance floor. I remember it like it was yesterday: the heat of the place since it was summer, what "fashions" we were wearing, who I was dancing with and even some of the people that were there. When I say we, I'm referring to my cousins Denise and Ivy, my very good friend Vicky and her cousins Joan and Nancy. During August, all of the track people from Belmont came up and you'd meet people that you knew you'd only see again if they showed up in Saratoga the next year.
The song by Roy Ayers always reminds me of a tracker that we called "Billy the White Negro." We called him this because although he had black features, his skin was white and he had gray eyes. He was cute and he was a good dancer. But honest to goodness we could never understand a word he said. Perhaps he was latino and we were too young and sheltered to realize, or maybe he was just drunk or stoned and slurring his words. Regardless, we'd always dance with him and smile and nod if he said anything. I wonder what ever happened to him? The last time I saw him was probably 1981...and with the way that drugs were growing rampant among the track crowd, I'm pretty sure Billy was a casualty...
But other people that I remember from that year were the 3 Butches: Big Butch, Little Butch, and Tiny Tot Butch. Tiny Tot Butch was this little groom who worked at the track, and he couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall. Little Butch was a white art student from Skidmore that surprised us with how well he could dance, with his hat, goatee, jeans and fringed vest. Not the typical guy that frequented the Grill! Big Butch was a big black guy that only showed up occasionally, but he became a good friend of ours.
There was also Ricky, and we loved him. He was in love with our beautiful friend Joan, yet she didn't return those particular feelings. His brother toothless Ralph, who was fine as was wine but like his nickname said: he had no front teeth. I'l have to tell you a story about him sometime! There was Sly, who always danced in flip flops. Donnie: who didn't dance but sold a lot of drugs (not to us!). Spud, the eternal stud. Danny, who had a wife and kids at home but didn't want that fact to get out. And a whole slew of other guys that I'm sure we've long forgotten...
But Saratoga in August was truly the place to be! Well for us it was more being at the Grill every weekend. We danced, hung out, met new people, made out with a few guys (hey,we were young and it was still the 70's!), sweat a lot, stayed out too late but still made it to work the next day...Man, there are times when I wish I could turn back the clock to that fun, carefree time when I was thin, gorgeous and in demand: and me and my "crew" were closer than sisters.
Where are they now? Vicky ended up marrying Donnie, straightening him out and now she works for the federal government. Denise is in the insurance field, and her sister Ivy is a personal trainer. Neither one of them keeps in touch. Sadly, Nancy died a few years ago of cancer. She fought the good fight, but we lost one of the world's great partiers. We miss you Nancy!! And her sister Joan has remarried, but I lost touch with her after Nancy died.
We may not still be together, but I bet that they share the same nostalgic feelings when or if they hear any of our old "songs". I just hope they have happy memories too!
In the meantime, I have 8 minutes to get to bed. I'm glad I took the time to jot down this post. I'm going to share a few more Saratoga stories with you over the course of the next couple of weeks, since it's obvious I won't have the book completed! Sigh...maybe before the meet is over? Stay tuned!
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Day Is Done
Well today is officially Kitty's birthday and I am spent. I'm declaring Kitty-pa-looza over. I am waving the white flag. We went out to dinner and had cake afterwards. But here's how my day went before any festivities had begun:
I took today off because it's Kitty's birthday, so she went to program. That's okay because I had a mammogram scheduled for 11:30. But I wasn't feeling that great so I slept in, but I got to the doctor's on time. So after that yearly indignity, I got dressed and realized I had to go to the mall to finish Kitty's birthday shopping.
It was pretty hot out and I sat in the car with the air conditioner on, contemplating if I really needed to go to the mall. But I valiantly headed up there and found a good parking spot at the entrance closest to Claire's. I slowly made my way through Sears, up the ramp, and into the store. It was easy for me to spot what Kitty wanted, because last week she had gone there and taken pictures of everything she wanted, put the pictures in a photo gallery on her phone and sent it to me. I can't make this stuff up!
After Claire's I wanted to check out JC Penney for some capris, but it was all the way at the other end of the mall. It was too hot to go back to the car and drive all the way around, so against my better judgment I decided to trudge through the mall to the other end. That's something I never do, but figured that even though I still didn't feel great at least Penney's is known for having really clean bathrooms...
As I went through I saw that Aeropostale was having a sale. Figuring they wouldn't have anything in my size, I thought I'd take a peek in. Lo and behold: they had some nice t-shirts in my size for just $5! I bought 2 as a reward for making it that far. Then I slowly continued on with my journey until I reached Bath & Body Works. I had seen online that they were having my favorite sale: Cashmere Shea and True Blue Spa: buy 2 get 2 free. I went in but noticed thier sign said buy 2 get 1 free. I asked an employee about it, and when I told her about the online sale she replied, "Oh that is a good sale!" But since they weren't running it in the store, I left empty handed.
I was finally almost at my destination when I decided to look in the pet store at the puppies. There was a Chihuahua, not cuter than Pumpkin, of course, but just for kicks I asked how old it was and what the gender was. It was a 3-month old male and it had a different shaped head, which was a deer head or deer nose or something. My questions were answered and I was ready to go when the girl asked me, "Do you want to play with him?" Shoot, I had some time to kill and who doesn't love a puppy? We went in the playroom, she shut the door, and all hell broke loose! That puppy first ran like a crazy thing around the little room, then he started chewing on the bow on my cute little shoe! When I got him to stop that: then he chewed on my foot! I tried to pet him and he tried to bite my fingers! I was sooo done with this puppy! And if he was only 3 months old then I was too because his teeth were bigger than Pumpkin's and she's almost 3 YEARS old!
I called out to the girl to come get him and she said, "I'll be there in a minute! Oh, and he's teething." No, the dog was biting! I tried to flag down one of the other employees, and by this time the puppy had latched on to the bottom of my cropped pants! I had my foot off the floor and the hellion was dangling in the air by my pant leg as I was trying to shake him loose! Once I got him disattached, he peed on the floor for good measure as the girl finally came to get him. "So what did you think of our boy?" she asked brightly. "I think you're going to have him for a long time," I replied as I limped out of the store.
By that time the last thing I wanted to do was look for capris, but JCP was right next door so I limped in, found a pair, and trudged all the way back through to Sears and outside to my car. It was hot as blazes and I sat in front of the air conditioner, exhausted not from the walk but from fighting off that darn puppy. I'm telling you: next time I'm going to drive around the mall, no matter how hot it is!!
I took today off because it's Kitty's birthday, so she went to program. That's okay because I had a mammogram scheduled for 11:30. But I wasn't feeling that great so I slept in, but I got to the doctor's on time. So after that yearly indignity, I got dressed and realized I had to go to the mall to finish Kitty's birthday shopping.
It was pretty hot out and I sat in the car with the air conditioner on, contemplating if I really needed to go to the mall. But I valiantly headed up there and found a good parking spot at the entrance closest to Claire's. I slowly made my way through Sears, up the ramp, and into the store. It was easy for me to spot what Kitty wanted, because last week she had gone there and taken pictures of everything she wanted, put the pictures in a photo gallery on her phone and sent it to me. I can't make this stuff up!
After Claire's I wanted to check out JC Penney for some capris, but it was all the way at the other end of the mall. It was too hot to go back to the car and drive all the way around, so against my better judgment I decided to trudge through the mall to the other end. That's something I never do, but figured that even though I still didn't feel great at least Penney's is known for having really clean bathrooms...
As I went through I saw that Aeropostale was having a sale. Figuring they wouldn't have anything in my size, I thought I'd take a peek in. Lo and behold: they had some nice t-shirts in my size for just $5! I bought 2 as a reward for making it that far. Then I slowly continued on with my journey until I reached Bath & Body Works. I had seen online that they were having my favorite sale: Cashmere Shea and True Blue Spa: buy 2 get 2 free. I went in but noticed thier sign said buy 2 get 1 free. I asked an employee about it, and when I told her about the online sale she replied, "Oh that is a good sale!" But since they weren't running it in the store, I left empty handed.
I was finally almost at my destination when I decided to look in the pet store at the puppies. There was a Chihuahua, not cuter than Pumpkin, of course, but just for kicks I asked how old it was and what the gender was. It was a 3-month old male and it had a different shaped head, which was a deer head or deer nose or something. My questions were answered and I was ready to go when the girl asked me, "Do you want to play with him?" Shoot, I had some time to kill and who doesn't love a puppy? We went in the playroom, she shut the door, and all hell broke loose! That puppy first ran like a crazy thing around the little room, then he started chewing on the bow on my cute little shoe! When I got him to stop that: then he chewed on my foot! I tried to pet him and he tried to bite my fingers! I was sooo done with this puppy! And if he was only 3 months old then I was too because his teeth were bigger than Pumpkin's and she's almost 3 YEARS old!
I called out to the girl to come get him and she said, "I'll be there in a minute! Oh, and he's teething." No, the dog was biting! I tried to flag down one of the other employees, and by this time the puppy had latched on to the bottom of my cropped pants! I had my foot off the floor and the hellion was dangling in the air by my pant leg as I was trying to shake him loose! Once I got him disattached, he peed on the floor for good measure as the girl finally came to get him. "So what did you think of our boy?" she asked brightly. "I think you're going to have him for a long time," I replied as I limped out of the store.
By that time the last thing I wanted to do was look for capris, but JCP was right next door so I limped in, found a pair, and trudged all the way back through to Sears and outside to my car. It was hot as blazes and I sat in front of the air conditioner, exhausted not from the walk but from fighting off that darn puppy. I'm telling you: next time I'm going to drive around the mall, no matter how hot it is!!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
It's Almost That Time...
Today is Wednesday, June 27th, 2012. You know what that means: 6 days until Kitty-palooza! Yes, that time of year where her birthday is July 3rd, yet we seem to start celebrating several days before AND several days after! As a matter of fact: when I picked Kitty up from work last night, she got in the car and said, "Mom, guess what I did before my shift started? I walked all around the mall and took pictures of the things I want for my birthday!" Then she clicked on the photo gallery on her Droid Razr phone and showed me all of the items! Seriously Kitty????
So here's the run-down on what's in store for Kitty-palooza 2012:
So there it is, and I'm tired but I'd better gear up for this. After all, what would summer be without Kitty calling all the shots for a week??? I'll let you know how we all fared after all the celebrating's complete!
So here's the run-down on what's in store for Kitty-palooza 2012:
- Friday: dinner at the Outback.
- Saturday: seeing the Calico Dancers Indian troup at Moreau Rec.
- Saturday night: dinner with friends at Siam Thai Sushi, and I don't eat sushi (not my birthday).
- Sunday: Going to the movies to see "Brave".
- Monday: Build-a-bear workshop for a companion for Miss Piggy and Lady Baa Baa.
- Tuesday: her actual birthday with family dinner, cake and presents.
- Wednesday the 4th: cookout.
So there it is, and I'm tired but I'd better gear up for this. After all, what would summer be without Kitty calling all the shots for a week??? I'll let you know how we all fared after all the celebrating's complete!
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Wardrobe Malfunction
A few years ago I had a year that was quite stressful for me.
I found myself constantly on edge and occasionally suffering from
shortness of breath. Since I have a
pre-existing condition, I decided to call good old Dr. Bob to get things
checked out. After a routine exam, it
was decided that I should go to a cardiologist and have a “stress test”. In the meantime, I was written out of work
for 2 ½ weeks as a preventative measure.
Thanks Dr. Bob!
I’ve had a stress test before so I wasn’t worried about it. Prior to the appointment I was given a
two-page list of dos and don’ts, and they weren’t too alarming. I figured it would be a easy, especially
since I had done so well with the spinning classes before! I was more than ready for a mere walk on a
treadmill.
The morning of the test I dressed in my cute little workout Capri ’s, a v-necked tee shirt, Joe Boxer socks and
sneakers. I figured this way they could
attach the electrodes to whatever wasn’t covered up by clothes. I was ready for this little workout! However, when I arrived and was ushered into
the room with the treadmill, they told me to undress from the waist up. Why?
There was room for the electrodes under my shirt and down the low
neckline. But they said no and made me
take it off, plus my foundation garment!
“Here,” the first nurse said, handing me a paper garment. “You can cover up with this smock top.”
They left the room; I removed my clothing from the waist up and put on
the smock. Hmm, what was wrong with this
picture? First of all, I’m tall, 5’10”
without shoes. Second, being on the
northern side of 40, gravity has a greater hold on certain parts of the anatomy
which naturally makes them face a more…southerly direction. To sum it up, even with the front of the
smock drawn closed, my “naughty bits” were peeking from beneath the smock! If I hadn’t been so mortified, I probably
would have laughed. But this was no laughing matter!
The nurse returned and asked if I was ready. “Are you kidding?” I asked.
“Hello, I think I need a little more coverage, thank you very much!”
“Hmm, I see what you mean,” she said, and then she helpfully took
something that I can only describe as a blue cape-like garment and put it
around my shoulders, tying it around my neck.
That was her solution.
So now not only can you see a bit of the twins, but I looked like a
demented superhero with the cape.
However, as she pointed out, once I was on the treadmill, they wouldn’t
be able to see anything because the sides were covered up. Well that was good news, wasn’t it?
Actually the good news was everything turned out all right: I just needed to R-E-L-A-X and learn to destress before it did turn into something. But seriously: I figured I'd destress AFTER I was able to put my clothes back on!
Topless TV
This is one of Brie's favorite stories from a LONG time ago!
I was at work
staring out the window, which took some doing since I didn’t sit anywhere near
a window. I was wishing that I could go
home early because I had finished the project I was working on and didn’t want
to start another one that day. Then my
phone rang.
“Ohhh, I’m so sick,” moaned a voice on the phone.
“Who is this?” I asked, suspiciously.
“Mommy, it’s me and I don’t feel good. Hold on.”
I was sorry I had when I heard the sounds of Brie puking. “Come home, I need you.”
“Need me for what?
You’re eighteen; what can I do?”
“I just need you.
Come home!” Puke.
“Yuck! Okay,
I’ll be there in half an hour.”
I had wanted to go home early, but not to hold her
hand while she threw up! I should have
been more specific when I made my wish!
However, being the good mother that I was, I went home to tend to her.
Wouldn’t you
know it? She was asleep on the couch and
didn’t need me! At least she wasn’t
puking or crying, thank goodness. I’d
start dinner early. It was a warm late
spring afternoon, and as I took off my work clothes I decided, since Brie
was asleep and I could hear Kitty watching TV in their room, that I wouldn’t need to get dressed
right away. I also decided to make a
family favorite for dinner: Shanghai Beef.
I needed to cut some beef into cubes, and Ricki Lake
Of course,
Binky (our other cat at the time) and Luna were milling about: curious as to what “mom” was doing. Either that or wondering what I was doing
without my shirt and pants on! But I
didn’t pay too much attention to them because I was too engrossed in what was
happening with Ricki’s guests.
Luna, nimble kitten that she was, jumped up on the
side of my chair to investigate.
Apparently I wasn’t doing anything too interesting because she jumped
right back down. Then, as a guest
screamed at her boyfriend for cheating on her, I felt this piercing pain in my
side. Yelping, I looked and saw clumsy
Binky
hanging by a claw dug into my side! I
moved the plate to my left hand so I could unhook the kitten. The plate landed right underneath poor
Brie’s nose; she inhaled, sat up, and puked! Then she started crying because she had
finally gotten comfortable enough to sleep, and the smell of the “bloody raw
meat” woke her up and started her throwing up again. She didn’t even care that Binky was dangling
like a little klingon from my side!
Is there ever any sympathy for mom? Nope! So the motto was not to cut up meat in your underwear; OR not to have bloody meat where Brie can smell it! 😏
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