The elephant picture is because this is a cute elephant. Also, because I am about to talk about a very large elephant in the room and once this blog is done with, I dont want to talk about it again. Let it be what it is and lets move on. Kapish? Good
Have you ever noticed that on game shows, no matter how much money someone just lost in their greedy attempt for more, they clap, say its alright, smile and keep playing. Never once does someone get mad and throw their 'extra spin' token at Pat. It makes me think. What would life be like if we had this optomism in everything? More importantly, how would my day have gone differently with this optomism?
Pat: Oh Kiki, Im sorry. The man you have been seeing has not contacted you for a week.
Me: Thats alright *nod and clap* Thats alright.
Pat: Rats. Looks like when you contact him today, he is en route to Pennsylvania... as in moving to PA.
Me: *pause* Thats alright! Not the end of the world, its ok!
Pat: Oh darn, Kiki. Looks like he wasnt planning on telling you!
Me: Thats ok *nod and clap* Thats ok.
Pat: And thats not all! Not only did he attempt to escape, he has news paper proof AND he will tell you that if you are going to sit there and complain about it, he does want to talk to you.
Me: Comeon! No whamies! Big money! No whamies! Stop!
Pat: Well, it looks like you wont be going home empty handed. The friend that was against the relationship the whole time has invited you to dinner. So lets add a 'slice of humble pie' to your winnings. Heck, lets add the whole pie.
Me: *nods and smiles* Thats somethin! Thats alright!
You know, then I tell the story this way, it's entertaining.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Incident
Some of the best stories of my life are the ones that involve injuries. There was the time I did the cannon ball in my uncles pool and ended up tearing the ligaments in my ankle. Or the time I got a concussion at work in the bank vault and could only keep repeating a few phrases like 'ouch' and 'i hurted my head'.
My injury stories are, for some reason, always over the top and end in halarity for someone. I have learned in my wise 27 years, to recognize a good story in the making and I did just that on Sunday night. Enjoy!
So there I was, almost to bed. The clock showed 9:02 which meant I was two minutes behind schedule. I was hurrying, my mind filled with something. I dont remember exactly what I was thinkin about, but something had my full attention. I was putting soap in the washing machine and typically, the next step is to fill it and then shut the lid.
Unfortunately, this night was not destined for things to go in order and thus, I pushed the button to release the lid from where it hung and then gripped the washing machine as I bent to pick up some dirty clothes.
Keep in mind, that lid, mixed with gravity, is making a beeline straight to my fingers that are curled around the opening of the washing maching lid.
The edge of the lid hit right across the second knuckle of each finger with a loud crash and after the split second it took me to remember to breath, all sorts of things were going wrong in my brain. Speaking in normal tones was no longer an option and every other word was quite notably a bad word. (sorry mom)
Usually, in these cases, my first instinct is to walk it off. I was fixing to do just that when I looked down and saw this foreboding green bump rising on the knuckle of my ring finger.
Thats when the giggly panic started. I called everybody until PeePee the Almost Candian Doc calmed me down.
So far, everything seems to be just fine. No breaks that they can see so far and I woke up to a lovely bluish-green line across all four of the fingers on my right hand. That lid sure left its mark! I would have told you all about this sooner, unfortunately, it hurt to type yesterday so I left you all hanging. Love ya though!
My injury stories are, for some reason, always over the top and end in halarity for someone. I have learned in my wise 27 years, to recognize a good story in the making and I did just that on Sunday night. Enjoy!
So there I was, almost to bed. The clock showed 9:02 which meant I was two minutes behind schedule. I was hurrying, my mind filled with something. I dont remember exactly what I was thinkin about, but something had my full attention. I was putting soap in the washing machine and typically, the next step is to fill it and then shut the lid.
Unfortunately, this night was not destined for things to go in order and thus, I pushed the button to release the lid from where it hung and then gripped the washing machine as I bent to pick up some dirty clothes.
Keep in mind, that lid, mixed with gravity, is making a beeline straight to my fingers that are curled around the opening of the washing maching lid.
The edge of the lid hit right across the second knuckle of each finger with a loud crash and after the split second it took me to remember to breath, all sorts of things were going wrong in my brain. Speaking in normal tones was no longer an option and every other word was quite notably a bad word. (sorry mom)
Usually, in these cases, my first instinct is to walk it off. I was fixing to do just that when I looked down and saw this foreboding green bump rising on the knuckle of my ring finger.
Thats when the giggly panic started. I called everybody until PeePee the Almost Candian Doc calmed me down.
So far, everything seems to be just fine. No breaks that they can see so far and I woke up to a lovely bluish-green line across all four of the fingers on my right hand. That lid sure left its mark! I would have told you all about this sooner, unfortunately, it hurt to type yesterday so I left you all hanging. Love ya though!
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