Frasier Friday!!!!! And I'm blogging while watching tv so hopefully this will make sense :)
We had quite the hail storm yesterday morning and then typhoon weather most of the day. I went to the library and as I left I got DRENCHED and I was wearing my long, hooded raincoat. After one step outside, the hood flies off, my coat flies open, my shorts get drenched, I get drenched, my shoes and socks get drenched - not pretty. And I'm like, "crap my phone I can't get the replacement phone wet!!!" Where do I put it??? I don't want to keep it in the pocket of the clutch I use, I can't put it in the pockets of my shorts because the front of my shorts are drenched, I finally was able to keep it dry as I ran in and out finishing my errands.
I meant to share something about when Dad was working on dinner the other night. He was going to make cole slaw and for some reason decided he needed to cut the slaw - it looked ok to me. Well, before I could stop him he grabs the scissors out of the junk draw (that should be your first hint) and starts cutting away. Finally I found my voice to scream, "don't use those scissors!" Only heaven knows what all I've cut with them. Dad's like, "these aren't your food cutting scissors?" I just look at him and then say, "why would you think I would have food scissors?" Dad said he would pray extra hard over dinner that night.
I've been using Qwest's Live Chat a few times to get bugs worked out with going from MSN to Q.com and even though I wasn't sure if the Tech could help I explained the issue about not being able to get my Q.com email on my cell phone. The Tech gave all the information I could take with me to Verizon for them to setup my Q.com email account. Well, later yesterday I thought I'd give it a whirl - I had no clue if I was encrypted or not because you had to choose one port for encrypted and a different port if you weren't but whatever I did I'm getting my Q.com email on my phone!
I treated myself to a massage yesterday afternoon with a scalp treatment add-on. I had no idea that there were oils involved that would be rubbed throughout my hair - I was just going to be greatful someone would rub my head. Well, right after my massage I was going to meet - for the first time - the lady that is going to work with me to refinance the house - and my hair would be an oily mess. Oh well. And my hair was getting longer because I was waiting for my haircut appointment today to have a good, fresh "look" Monday at my job. So with wild, oily hair I meet Rita the refinance lady.
Last night we got a call from the hospital that while they were moving Mom to a different room she had a seizure. Once they got her settled, they would call us and I told Dad I would drive him down to spend the night in Mom's room with her. Dad thought he could drive and I told him NO I would drive him. So in the midst of the storm down to Lutheran we go. They were trying to get an I.V. started but Mom's elbows are so bruised from everything else (blood tests, etc.) they were having problems finding a vein. An ER nurse couldn't even get an I.V. started. Finally this morning a doctor ordered a PICC put in so they wouldn't have to keep poking her.
This morning I had to take my mower back to the place that gave it a spring check-up, it had been acting up. Dad was going to help me put it in the trunk of his car but with him at the hospital with Mom I was going to attempt to put the mower in the trunk myself - nope. I called Public Works to see if one of the guys on the street could pop by the house really quick to help me put the mower in the trunk and thank you to Bob D., he put the mower in and off I went.
I headed down to the hospital later this afternoon with some things Dad needed and to see how Mom was doing. She was still tired but able to talk more, and was able to poke some fun at Dad staying with me.
And this morning Butler decided he wanted to jump on the bed - I told him, "no that's what started some of the problem with the boo boo on his butt, if he wanted on the bed I'd put him up there."
