Monday Rambling At Its Best

First of all I want to thank Elizabeth Spann Craig for my new award. If you haven't read her blog or her books- do it. I think she knows by now that I have a writer crush on her because she has a helpful and useful blog for writers, a heart of gold and...and...she called me a writer once right here on this blog, even though I've only had two children's stories (not books) published in the 1980's, not that you need to be published to be a writer. Thank you, Elizabeth.

Now on to my painful Saturday - last weekend. What happened? I'm glad you asked. Here is the equation for December 5, 2009 and the painful week thereafter.

Digging out Christmas decorations +A cluster (inch) of wood staples that someone in my house did not pick up when they dropped to the floor (tell me what monster would do that?) +
Stepping down…fast…and hard…with heel =Huge pain- followed by blood spurting to the floor- blood on clothes- trail of blood through house- on carpet and visit to the Dr. on Monday, and Tetanus shot.

Conversations at the doctor's office – don’t ya love it when I treat you to these?

Me to nurse. “So I need a shot for this?”
“Yes there is no record of a recent tetanus shot.”
“Well that’s because I have had to change doctors so many times in the last 10 years that who knows where that record might be.”
“Have you had a tetanus shot in the last three years?
“I don’t think so.”
“In the last five years?”
I shook my head.
“You need a tetanus booster.”
“Do you want me to roll up my sleeve?”
“First you will need to see the doctor.”
“Really?”

(Doctor enters) He looks a little apprehensive because he hasn’t cured my “other ailment” and he might have heard me (over the phone) be a little upset recently when we discussed my medications (2) that I take... not relating to the illness and how they don't fit in (in curing it) and he was trying to hold them hostage. So I took care of that pretty quickly since we were face to face.

Then I explained the cluster of staples in the floor, stepping on them and bleeding.

Then... he...picked up my foot (is anyone else terribly ticklish?) and I tried not to laugh or yank it back...but I think I was quivering...and he probably thought I had a crush on him...but cannot because he is the age of my child and he has...my brother's face. In fact I will never ever be able to disrobe in front of him for that reason (brother's face) and that he would be comparing me to all the 20 year old female bodies he sees. ;) (That's me winking.)

Anyhoo, he looked at my heel. “Oh… there are two puncture wounds.” he sounded surprised.
“It was a cluster of staples.” I repeated again.” “They tend to have two entry points. I had to pry it out of my heel…with a staple remover.” I watched his face.
“Really, it was that deep?”
“Yes it was deep but I used my fingernails, not a staple remover.”
He smiled, but not a real smile.He told me I did all the right things. I washed it out. I soaked it the next day. I wore a panty liner in my boot to absorb… well you know the blood because I HAD to go shopping that day. I really HAD to shop. True story!

Really, he doesn't know about the PL, I will keep that a secret until the day I die.

But I worried all day that I would want to try on shoes and I would forget about the PL and it would fall out of my boot and I would have to explain it. But, I didn't try on any shoes.

Maybe it's because it's Christmas...that time of year and that the ole Christmas spirit hasn't knocked on my door yet, but I have been thinking a lot lately about what makes me happy. I don’t think I am alone in this. Someone said to me this weekend it didn’t matter that I don't have the "Christmas Spirit", I just need to do it. It’s true. I am doing what I need to do, minus said Christmas spirit, and it’s going well.

I love lists. So here is another of my lists.


Things that make me happy.

1. I am only happy if Missouri weather is nice -above 50 degrees.
2. I am only happy if Missouri has a warm sunny winter. (Go to Florida Teresa)
3. I am only as happy as my saddest child.
4. I am only happy if I can pay my bills without worry.
5. I am only happy if Desperate Housewives does not go on a holiday hiatus.
6. I am only happy if Missouri drivers behave.
7. I am only happy if bloggers read my blog (comment if they want to) and post on theirs.
8. I am only happy if I can blog all day and night or whenever I want.
9. I am only happy if I write.

Well I have some work to do, as you can see. I can just hear my favorite therapist. "Let go of what can’t change. Find something you can change and then do it." (Made up conversation in my head of a therapist I know.)

Of course this is a half-hearted list, mostly tongue in cheek with the exception of 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, and 9.

My advice to me is stop taking life so seriously…S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y.

Life is Ironic. My Ironic list of 1
1. Agnes, my GPS, is there to help me travel and yet when I make a mistake and make a wrong turn, she gets miffed at me. (I can hear it in her voice…Re...calculating.)


Some of my favorite Christmas movies (no order)

1. Home Alone (This still makes me laugh)
2. We’re no Angels (I love the old time dresses)
3. Miracle on 34th Street (I want to be Natalie Wood, but not dead)
4. The Holiday (The cutest love story)
5. Pioneer Christmas (I love all things pioneer)
6. The Walton Christmas (Good night John Boy)
7. The Christmas Carol (It ends up happy)


What is your favorite Christmas movie?