Oww My (insert part here)!

Usually my weekends are boring, uneventful, and I have a hard time remembering what exactly I did from Friday afternoon to Sunday night. Well, this is what I get for complaining.

Friday early evening I was wandering about the kitchen trying to be a good wife and figure out supper myself without consulting my husband. Thinking of supper has to be the worst part of every day for both of us. My little fart of a dog, Jasmine, was just outside the kitchen door on the "puppy porch" waiting for the next vehicle to drive by. When it does she barks at it through the porch windows as it approaches, then runs to the other end of the porch, thru the doggie door to the outside pen and barks as it disappears down the road. She has not run down the road or towards the road ... yet. Yes, I am a horrible puppy parent to have allowed this behavior, and believe me, I am paying for it. Anyway, a rattley rumbley truck went by, she ran into her pen and barked, but this time decided to scream (run really really fast) thru the doggie door and out the porch door and perhaps pursue the truck further. I chose that time to be standing between the doggie door and the porch door in order to intercept her and reprimand her for her bad behavior. Usually she stops ... usually she can stop ... this time she couldnt. She was running too fast, saw me too late and ran right into the side of my leg and continued on thru. It was like being in fast forward then slow motion. Puppy flying at me, fast forward, only see a streak of fur. Impact and going down, slow motion, I can see the concrete coming but have no way to break the fall before I hit. I'm really draggin this story out, huh? My left knee hit the concrete floor first, my hands were down and broke the fall before my right knee hit. Owww! My knee! It hurt so bad I was almost in tears. That and I was mad Jasmine had continued to chase the truck. I havent had a skinned up palms since elementary school. No wonder kids cry over it, it still hurts! So my weekend activities have been limited to practically nothing with a swollen and bruised up knee. It kind of limits the wardrobe selection too, no pants just shorts or skirts. Shorts may show the ugly bruise, but pants apply pressure to the bruise.

Saturday evening Brad asked what sounded good for supper, the usuall routine question. I answered with, tacos, taco salad, or bean dip. Mexican food sounded good to him too, but he was thinking more like Don Pablos. Don Pablos? That's an hour away! He's usually not one to travel more than 15 minutes for food. But we had just talked about going on real dates and I think that was his attempt to start. It was something different for starters. We had this great waitor with a heavy accent, the kind that you can hardly understand at first but once your ears are used to it it's a lot easier. Brad ordered a beer (gag), instead of a bottle as he expected, it came in this taller glass with a lime wedge. Usually Brad just stuffs the lime wedge down the neck of the bottle, but since it's a glass this time he squeezes it. Owww, my eye!!! That sucker shot straight into my eye. In basketball terms it would have been nothing but net. You wouldnt believe how much that stung! So much for decent make up. My eye was watering and felt like it was turning into mush. I know lime juice is acidic, but this stuff felt lethally acidic. I wanted to retreat to the bathroom, but how was I supposed to get there? My eye was clamped shut so tight the other eye didnt want to be open either. Brad just sat there in shock holding the lime slice like he was waiting until he could squeeze it again. Not a chance! After about 5 minutes of limeade streaming from my face I mopped up what was left of my mascara and pryed that little lime out of his big paws. I had no sooner set the lime down when the waitor approached with our food. I wonder what he would have done if he had known, probably laughed. More embarrassment. At least we were in an almost seculded corner of the restaurant. The only one who could have witnessed the event was a ~16 yr old boy... and I didnt look at him to find out.

Sunday we went to church and sat in those lovely folding chairs for 2 hours. Usually it's not that bad, sure my back aches a bit and is tired but by the time we get home I'm recovered. Not this Sunday, oh no, it couldnt be that easy. We sat there and sat there, and those 21/2 hours seemed to drag on and the chairs just got more uncomfortable. I'm sure I was squerming (sp? it doesnt look right) like an 6 yr old the entire time. After the last Sunday school class was over, I stood up and owwww my back! At that point I felt like a little old lady, hunched over with a bad back and hobbeling out on bad knees. I was in pain half the afternoon. I have this stubborn streak that doesnt allow for medication until I'm half dead. Once I reach that point advil takes a long time to kick in. I spent most of the afternoon confined to my favorite lawn chair underneath that very familiar shade tree. Almost going insane, but there's almost nothing I can physically do without making everything worse.

Brad sat with me for a while, which was appreciated. He's very much the worker on weekends. He likes to be productive, it makes him feel good. At one point he was playing with both dogs throwing balls. I dont know what I would have done if he would have let one go too soon and hit me square in the head. I kept ducking and guarding myself with my arms. He didnt understand why I was being so jumpy. I dont know if I could have taken another oww this weekend. Three is enough, save some of the fun for another time. ;)

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I bought the cutest lime green duck! What is it with limes this weekend? Anyway, he'd look so cute in the kitchen or a laundry room, if I had one. My washer and dryer are in the kitchen, old farm houses are weird like that. Anyway, I'm so ready to redecorate around this duck! Break out the lime green paint! Ok, so maybe not lime green walls, but maybe lime green towels? We cant afford a big overhaul of any room, but little accents and details could make a big difference too. I wish I had a picture of this duck then you'd know what he looks like and could help me find stuff to go with him. I need to name him too. =)


Have a lovely day!