The Craptastic ending of a craptastic week…
Yesterday was my last scheduled day of work in a six day stretch. I was scheduled eight out of the last nine days. Well it just wasn’t in the cards. Yesterday I woke up to the sound of numerous sirens roaring past my house. I staggered out of my bedroom, an hour and a half before my alarm was scheduled to go off. I picked up my cell phone to find seven missed calls. WTF.
The phone rings before I can check the calls. It is my sister-in-law. My husband was just in a car accident. That’s right, all of those sirens were for him. Of course, he isn’t answering his cell, now. Great, just great. I ran around my house, pulling on enough articles of clothing to leave the house decently covered. Sans panties. Sorry, there weren’t any in the living room.
The phone rings as soon as I pull out of the drive way. A Sheriff’s Deputy informed me of the accident and asked me to stay away from the scene. I guess my long pause made her ask me if I was okay. Umm, already in the car on the way. Don’t tell a trauma nurse to stay away from the scene of her husband’s accident. That tells me there is no point. GOT THAT LADY, that is all I heard, not the he’s okay, he is talking to us, but the you don’t want to be on the scene.
My husband is the luckiest MF in the world. He went down a 75 foot embankment, straight into a pine tree, and stopped a mere 20 feet from a lake that is about 30 feet deep. BTW he only dog paddles, actually, the dog swims better than him. They had to winch him up out of the ravine in a basket.
The grand total of his injuries, a cut over his eye, scrape on his wrist, and a busted lip where his braces cut his lip.
The car, my car, actually is a total loss. The engine is pushed back about eight inches. But thank God he was in my car. His car is a PT Cruiser, mine is was a Chevy Suburban.
After a relatively quick ER visit where he was pronounced damned lucky, and we went home. I have spent the day on the phone with the adjusters. They declared it a total loss based on the description from the tow yard. I have a rental in the driveway. And now I have to buy a new car.
The sight of that car this morning nearly made my heart stop. How the hell he walked away with only scratches, I’ll never know. He must have a Guardian Angel.
Well, I finally did it.
I tattooed my ass. An evening that started with dinner with my family, turned into half the night at the tattoo and piercing parlor. It all started with a phone call from my husband. He and my sister-in-law were only supposed to be stopping by Wal-mart before heading home. I should have known they couldn’t be trusted alone.
They were waiting for my brother and I at the local tattoo and piercing parlor. WTF. My husband then made things worse by telling me what he was considering. Sorry, I don’t do piercings there. AT ALL. My brother and I arrived at Addiction Tattoo.
I find my husband standing in front of the display of body jewelry contemplating what and where. If you don’t know by now, I consider my husband insane on a good day. That night was not a good day. He is finally talked down to something a little more reasonable. Nipple piercings. Huh? That might have been his plan all along. Suggest something totally outrageous and then pretend to settle for what he really wants. Maybe he isn’t as crazy as he likes me to think.
The next thing I know my husband is sitting on the table with one ring in place and the other one going in. Then my sister-in-law says hers didn’t hurt that much. Not something I particularly want to know about my baby brother’s wife.
She is going to get her first tat that night. She wants a baby skull with a pink bow. Maybe insanity is required to marry into my family. It definitely helps at any rate.
So I was just looking at the art on the wall. They had some beautiful hearts. I love hearts. A heart with wings. A kinda play on my name, just like my pen name is a play on my name. It is cute. I love it. My husband wants to put it on my boob. Umm, no. My butt. If I don’t want to look at it at some point, I won’t have to.
So here it is. My ink.
Thank you, Booda. It is beautiful, I love it.
All in all. We walked out with three tattoos and two nipple rings. Not a bad evening for a small town.
The Merry Go Round is still turning.
I wish I could say that things are better, but they are’t. They aren’t worse, thank God, just holding the status quo.
We had a fantastic visit with the family. Marred only by my wrecking my brother’s four wheeler. No, I wasn’t drunk, and no, I did not have a helmet on. I know I should wear one, but I didn’t. And I probably won’t the next time I ride one.
Still doing the illness thing with my Dad. We are off to the oncologist tomorrow. We will just have to see how it goes, but for now, he is willing to fight.
The adoption is still in limbo and will be for about two more months. The visit to my family did yield a generous offer from my niece. Still not sure what to think about it. If we get the kids, it will be a mote point anyway.
And the writing, oh yeah, that is my other job isn’t it. It is moving, slowly, but I am making some progress. Maybe I have plotted more than I have written, but still that is something. Well, it is back to twirling around in circles for me.
