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05 February 2008

C is for Chopping, Children, Cloudburst and Crashes

I truly thought about cancelling Tuesday but being Super Tuesday in our nation I didn't think that would be one of my better ideas...



It actually started Monday afternoon when my baldness was discovered by my hairdresser and I now sport a buzz cut that would be the envy of any military man. Apparently radioactive iodine used in the treatment of thyroid cancer really does a number on your hair. And I was thanking God it wasn't chemo so I wouldn't go bald...A few years ago, in my outfit matching-freak state, I had a ballcap in every color--yellow, turquoise, one denim with a dachsie and rainbow on the front, pink, red, black...you name it. I was the coordinated chic from head to toe. And then the cap phase passed....I just drug out my collection again this morning and it's a black one on top of my head today. It just seems to be the color of the day because...


at 1 a.m. this morning my phone rings with my 21 year-old daughter's ringer. Everyone of importance is assigned a ringer so I know immediately who is calling(Hallie, I'm working on yours...there are so many choices :-) ) The kids also know I take my Ambien CR at 9 every night and about an hour and a half later I'm in dream land NOT to be woken up unless death is involved. I answered the phone to a hysterical Kiereney saying she was going to be arrested for having a suspended driver's license. Seems there were a couple of Virginia tickets she never paid off so they suspended her license. Now I know why she hadn't bothered getting an Illinois license yet. I suspected this and told her under NO CIRCUMSTANCES was she to drive the Jeep I lent her sister or her brother's car. But what in the hell do I know?!?!?

Unless she could hand the State Policeman $100 she was going in. I said, "Have fun." along with a litany that mentioned the words "I TOLD YOU..." and said bye and hung up. I get a call back about 20 minutes later that the policeman followed them(her sister was in the Jeep with her but seems she had a panic attack so Kiereney HAD to take over the driving....it's called pull over in a parking lot, deal with the panic attack and then resume driving, NOT let an unlicensed driver drive. And this is the almost 31-year-old daughter) to their dad's and Stepmom had $100 in cash that they forked over(mean mom that I am even if I could have sent her the money, I wouldn't have...you play, you pay.) and she has a court date in March. Save it for Oprah as daughter, I'm done. You made your bed and I hope it's comfy.

So who could go back to sleep after a 1 a.m. phone call where you thought death was going to be the subject.




Cloudburst came this morning after Roger left. What kind of parent has a child that does this stupid crap? I blew it somewhere along the way and the dachsies have resorted to a lifeboat to steer away from Mom's tears.

So in picking myself up and dusting myself off, I head to the kitchen to load the dishwasher and drop a glass that shattered everywhere---in the dishwasher, on the floor.

Sigh...I cleaned that up and came in here to work. I can't WAIT to see what happens next in my world...I'll probably break a leg walking to cast my vote today.

Hope Tuesday is being kinder to each of you.

4 comments:

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Does it help you to know that even in your misery, you made me laugh cuz you wrote it in such a funny way?

I could totally see it all happening like I was right there.

The kid thing? Don't even bother blaming yourself - before CJ went to the AF, he did stuff that still boggles my mind. And actually, he isnt done being a total bone head yet either - let's just say $$$ is his current issue and he's darm lucky his family loves him enough to help...

My ring tone? What are my choices? Do I get a vote? I'm so excited?

Are you sure you got all the glass out of the dishwasher? I'm now nervous for you!

Don't kid yourself Ness - those doxies wouldn't jump ship even if you paid them. They've got it good and they know it!!

Hallie

Ok, Where Was I? said...

This is my first time here. I came over from WWoW. Hope your tuesday gets better!

Catty Ax Lady said...

How about a glass story to make you smile? I was once making some sort of chex mixy, cheerio-laden thing...I can't remember what it was called, but it required the oven and a glass dish...and a timer, which I apparently didn't have. I left it in the oven way too long, and once I realized it, I grabbed it out and set it on top of the stove as quickly as possible, as not to catch the oven mitts on fire (it was SO hot!). A few minutes later, the glass pan explodes all over my kitchen, even melting the stupid linoleum-ish floor with its hot shards. I'd set the glass pan on a burner that was turned ON.

It's a miracle BBM even lets me cook anymore.

And hey, don't bother coming over to get that dress...the darned thing doesn't fit my boobs anyway :O :) However, we do need to get together for tea or something.

And good for you, letting daughter deal with it on her own. Same thing my parents would've done, and I love them to bits for it, even if I didn't realize it at the time.

Catty Ax Lady said...

How about a glass story to make you smile? I was once making some sort of chex mixy, cheerio-laden thing...I can't remember what it was called, but it required the oven and a glass dish...and a timer, which I apparently didn't have. I left it in the oven way too long, and once I realized it, I grabbed it out and set it on top of the stove as quickly as possible, as not to catch the oven mitts on fire (it was SO hot!). A few minutes later, the glass pan explodes all over my kitchen, even melting the stupid linoleum-ish floor with its hot shards. I'd set the glass pan on a burner that was turned ON.

It's a miracle BBM even lets me cook anymore.

And hey, don't bother coming over to get that dress...the darned thing doesn't fit my boobs anyway :O :) However, we do need to get together for tea or something.

And good for you, letting daughter deal with it on her own. Same thing my parents would've done, and I love them to bits for it, even if I didn't realize it at the time.