June 26, 2005

• Wow things have been a little chaotic lately.

  
  

  Work, Produce, Consume…you know the drill.

  
  

  Dwayne’s Birthday came and went much like mine, without honorable mention. I mean he had a great day, lounging around, but nothing special.

  
  

  Father’s day was a little traumatic, not for Dwayne but rather for Georgia and me. I wasn’t sure we’d make it through. 

  
  

  I will start from the beginning, because Father’s day was the culmination of the crazed events.

  
  

  Wednesday 6/15 at 9 pm, I get a frantic call from my boss, I am needed in one of our other buildings for conducting an assessment. I will need to spend two days, which translates to an overnight stay because the building is an hour and a half away. I gather my crap and prep the coffee maker for the morning. I am up at 4 am Thursday…Fun!!

  
  

  I get through most of day, business as planned. I got a call from the veterinarian that is going to operate on Taco for a booby tumor and remove her feminine gems. His name is Dr. Black, funny. So he calls to inform me that Taco is in fact a boy and somehow I may have mistaken a booby tumor for manly parts.  I tell the Dr. Black, that there is no way my dog is a boy, I have had her for 7 years and it is just not so. He argued with me for a little while then I tell him I will have my husband return and show him that Taco is not a boy. I call Dwayne. Dwayne is really a no BS kind of guy, and this is BS. While I am trying to explain what the Dr. Black said even the part about mistaking a tumor for a pee-pee, I get a call on the other line. It is the Dr. Black, laughing he apologizes for his mistake and says that two dogs named Taco were brought in for a SPAY and he got the other one. I am really starting to wonder about the safety of my best little animal friend. I call Dwayne back and things go on as planned.

  
  

   Back to work right, remarkably I run into an old friend from Newark DE, Otter. He used to be a neighbor and friend of an old roommate and he would drive my lame ass to work when that God-forsaken VW Bus would break down. When I moved to Wilmington, I was subject to public transit, which I ultimately used more often than that Bus. We met later for dinner and a couple of beers. It was neat to hear about his adventures traveling for the Zon and telling him stories of Dwayne and the kiddo. After dinner I made my way to the hotel, which of course, I ended up in the sticks because I didn’t bother calling around for reservations until 8 pm. Then I got lost, then a cop pulled me over, then I got a ticket for the incorrect address on my licsence, and found out my licsence would expire the next day. The next day, I had to cut out from work early to get the new licsence, I heard bad things about letting it expire, damn commonwealth. So Dwayne calls and tells me the office is only open til 5pm, I bust outta work at 2:30 and you know, I pulled up to that office with 20 minutes left on the clock, sweating profusely (because I don’t have AC in the truck) and parched…OMG was I thirsty! Then I got my picture taken, lovely.  When I got my licsense, I went out side and laid down on the ground next to the truck in the shade. I needed a moment to myself, away from the Friday traffic, away from the sense of urgency that ate away at my being for the last 2.5 hrs, I just needed a minute or 945 minutes, a shower and a tall ice tea. I get up get in the truck and it occurs to me that my grandma will be in town in a few hours, so I stop off at a coffee shop.  I head home and find out Grandma is staying over in WV. 

  
  

  My grandmother Reynolds (Pop’s mama) with her manfriend Sam, best friend Joyce and Joyce’s daughter Joanne. They got a late start leaving PA, wrestled with the trailer of old folks scooters they were haulin’. So they didn’t get in until Saturday. Which was all good with me cuz Friday it was AGH!!!!  When I actually got home, I walked into a beautifully clean house with smiling faces to greet me, even Taco was up for a greeting. I was so glad to be home. Dwayne really out did himself, I love my husband!

  
  

              Saturday, I woke up as early as I possibly could, 9:30am. Started some finishing touches, you know the girlie crap boy’s don’t think about, like dust.  I fed the monster and called Grandma, my phone was turned off, I forgot to pay the stupid bill. I called it in and went to jump in the shower when there was a knock at the door. They were here! So I quick threw on some clothes, like a bra for one, and helped everyone into the house. We had coffee and chatted. They went to their hotel and we drove around the country side looking at horses. It was a nice day. Dwayne went to a baseball game with his buddy for Father’s day, they had a lot of fun. The Braves won.

  
  

  Sunday is when everything fell apart.  I decided to get everyone out of the house, since Gram and Joyce have troub walking I figured a little trip on a sky lift down at the Natural Bridge would be fun, plus I could show my Gram where we got married. Dwayne stayed home to watch another round of baseball. We took the lift, Georgia did really well. I was a little scared she would give me trouble. Joanne and I walked the trail to the bridge. Georgia came with and had a lot of fun climbing rocks and steps and such.  When we were about to cross back over the brisge, she didn’t want to be carried, and was a little impatient so we decided to swing her by her arms, next thing I know she is screaming bloody murder and not moving her arm at all. So I start moving her little joints around until I reached her wrist, when I moved it, it popped and she stopped crying. I was loosing my mind. My mother has told me so many times not to swing her by her arms and look what happens.  We got back down the lift, have a little snack and head home.

  
  

              Dwayne  cooked dinner, Alaskan Halibut on the grill, (thanks Pa Bell!). After dinner I start some coffee, begin unloading the dishwasher and the Joyce turns to me and says Grandma fell down outside. I go outside and Gram is laying on the ground wimpering. I am totally freaking out, I have no idea what to do, Joanne comes running and helps her up. She had bent over to pick up Georgia’s cup and lost her balance. We get her inside and realize she had hit her hand on something and so I got some ice. I go back to the kitchen and the coffee pot is overflowing EVERYWHERE, grinds and coffee all over the counter, down the cupboards and on the floor. CRAP. I pick the whole thing up, Joanne is trying to help, but witht eh dishwasher open there isn’t much room to work. I turn around and see Georgia’s head over by the dishwasher, and there is blood EVERYWHERE. Double CRAP. I start yelling at my husband, which he didn’t deserve. Thankfully, when Dwayne’s Pop was here he recommended we get a first-aid kit set up for the house, so I had gone out and packed a nice little box full of everything you’d need.  Joanne band-aided her fingers, but they continued to bleed. I started crying, I couldn’t take anymore, I reached the end of a tolerable amount of bad luck without shedding a tear and let me tell ya, they flowed. Dwayne made me go to outside, I went to the garage and cried for a while. When I came back in, Dwayne had Georgia bandaged, full of Tylenol and ready for sleep. Joanne was already working on the coffee. We got some made and everyone was off for VA, where they were going to stay in a time-share.  I finally got to bed at midnight.

  
  

  The next day Georgia removed her bandages and her cuts healed in less than two days. I called Gram to find out she had broken her leg when she fell, which was surprising because she was really worried about her hand at the time. Joanne says it is a hairline fracture. I feel bad that she got injured on my watch. I feel like I let her down, but accidents happen, right?

  
  

  So far I still have my “mommy” license so I guess all is not so bad. 

  
  

  Oh what will tomorrow bring?

  
  

  I spent the weekend in the house; I painted some decorative crap on the walls in the living room and chilled in the AC.

  
  

  There is a heat wave/drought going on, did you know? Nothing is growing except for those weeds in my yard!!

  
  

  Last thoughts....never put your kid to sleep with a "swimmer diaper" on, they don't hold water..hence the diaper doesn't soak up the pool water. Chalked up to another lesson learned.

  
  

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