...he said, “Ah, you’re back to normal!” And I didn’t know that I was ever not normal.

A small rant about the only 3 parachutes thing

For those who don’t know, I have a Question of the Day blog, and it’s sole purpose in life is to pose silly questions. There are a few new question every single day, and I there are a few people who help contribute to the QOTD (Jo, KJones, and occassionally Better Safe Than Sorry). Occassionally I’ll pose a question that follows the format:
 
You only have 3 parachutes, but there are 4 people who need it. Who do you not give a parachute to …. and then I’ll list out the 4 people.
 
(Of course, all 4 of them are up really super duper high in the air, and the parachute is truly the only way to save them. You are safe on the ground, so there is no need to give yourself a parachute.)
 
 
HOW FREAKING DIFFICULT IS THIS QUESTION????????
 
There’s always someone who saves a parachute for themself, and only hands out 2 more parachutes. "I’ll keep one for me….."
 
Every once in a while someone comes along and decides that they must save them all…..
 
Now someone is handing out parachutes to the pilot, co-pilot, and stewardess. Wah???
 
 
 

The legacy of Grace

Today is November 21st. It’s “Grace Day”. In honor of today, I’m rerunning the following post:
I promised Zazzafooky (Grandma’s Pearls - $1.00) that I’d tell the story of how I got my grandmother’s gold wedding band stuck on my finger, so here goes.

In my family we are named after our grandmothers. My grandmother’s name is Grace, her grandmother’s name was Grace, and my middle name is Grace (because my dad insisted that it not be my first name). The first Grace had a thick gold wedding band that is engraved Grace Nov. 21, 1900 on the inside. When my grandmother was married, the ring was passed to her, and when I was married, the ring was passed to me. However, my mom wore it for a very short period of time when I was 12 years old, and that’s where my story begins…..

My mom took the ring off to do the dishes, placing it on the countertop. I, being the jewel thief that I was (am), put the ring on my finger and then forgot about it. That is, until I woke up in the morning to an extremely swollen finger. The more I tried to pull the ring off, the more my finger swelled. We tried everything including greasing my finger up with oil, and tying yarn around the ring, then winding the yarn around my finger in the attempt to compress my finger small enough for the ring to slide off. Yeah, that was a really dumb idea, because all it did was make the situation worse.

My finger was throbbing, and red, and all I could think of was that my finger was going to explode. I’m not sure that could have happened, but at the time I was sure it was going to. Finally, my mom took me to the doctor, where they had to cut it off. The ring, not my finger. Everyone was concerned that the cut would be through the engraving, but they had nothing to worry about, as I could feel the engraving on my finger, and told them exactly where to cut. The ring had to be pried open about 3/4″ before it would come off.

My grandmother took possession of the ring immediately following this episode, and I did not see it again until my wedding day. I’m not sure who she blames for it having to be cut, my mom, or me.

The Grace ring is one of my most meaningful possessions. Although I don’t wear it often, it reminds me of who I am, the women who wore it before me, and the hope that my future granddaughter who will also follow our legacy.

I’m not making this stuff up

Zoe presented me yesterday morning with a very loose tooth. It was so loose that it was actually creepy. It didn’t fall out …. which surprised me because I really really thought it was going to.

Today I received a phone call around 4:45 p.m. from my husband saying that Zoe had just pulled her tooth out while he was in the shower. He got out of the shower, she handed him her tooth, it was bloody so he rinsed it off in the sink, it fell from his hands and went straight down the drain.

She lost her tooth, and then he lost her lost tooth.

She cried … if you don’t know my daughter, let me assure you that she’s very dramatic and I can only imagine the drama that occured after she realized her tooth went down the drain.

So he’s written a note for the Tooth Fairy, explaining what happened to the tooth. I’m hoping the Tooth Fairy understands.

It’s it really Thursday again?

Thirteen Things that I’m going to do before November 28th

1. On Nov. 28th I begin my next class Stats II, before then I’m going to finish reading (audiobook-style) Motor Mouth, which I began in October.

2. And I’m going to do yoga, lots of yoga.

3. And maybe some pilates. I’ve got that pilates DVD you know, and I’ve only done it once.

4. Run. A lot …. in between the yoga and pilates.

5. Sort through all the things Zoe has outgrown or doesn’t play anymore and then put them on Ebay. Baby wants to go to Disney again!

6. Sleep more.

7. Learn the new computer program at work that I’m implementing. We go live on Dec. 5th!

8. Get all of my Christmas shopping done.

9. And all my birthday shopping done. My dad, husband, and mom all have birthday from Nov. 30-Dec. 24th (in that order).

10. Buy the husband *******. I can’t put it on here because he sometimes reads my blog.

11. Figure out my dinner menu for next week since it’ll be my turn to be Chef of the House. I get Thanksgiving off though.

12. Go to the YMCA and relax in the hot tub, after working out of course. I’m not that lazy!

13. Get the book that I wrote last November ready to be self-published so that people can order hardcover copies if they so choose.

13-and-a-half. Do my homework that is due on the first day of my next class…….

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Loved it!

On Friday we went to see STOMP! and we LOVED IT!

We were 14 rows from the stage so we had a perfect view. The show started out with push brooms, then they put the brooms away and threw some sort of grain on the stage so that when they shuffled their feet it made a neat noise. They then moved to dust pans and hand brooms, shook matchboxes, banged around on kitchen sinks that they wore around their necks like drummers who were marching in a band — the sinks were filled with water and they played music using bowls and utensils and they ‘washed dishes’. They used newspapers, bags, metal lighters, plungers which they plunged on the stage — wet from the sinks. They repelled from the stage walls and swung back and forth pounding on a huge assortment of things that where are part of the set (propane tank, metal crutch, plastic drums, assorted car parts, etc….) this part was really really cool! One of my favorite parts was when they stomped out with 55 gallon drums attached to their feet. If you ever have the chance to see STOMP! I highly recommend going.

At the end of the show we were funneling out of the theater with the crowd. Zoe was in front, then me, then my husband. Zoe saw the bar and stopped to ask for a bottle of water (she had been DYING of thirst during the show). I stopped with her, but my husband didn’t notice we stopped and followed someone else out of the theater…..

Uh oh. I turned around and he was gone.

And he was a bit surprised to see that the person he was following wasn’t the person he thought he was following.

Memories of Bastille Days came flooding back to me …. that was when I ran a 5K at 9pm at night and he said he’d meet me at the finish line, but when I got the finish line (me and about 3000 other runners) I couldn’t find him. And he couldn’t find me. And it was dark, and I couldn’t freaking believe that I was lost in a two block radius from my husband in a city that I grew up in!

I couldn’t remember what we said our plan was in case we ever were lost from each other again. Crap! What did we say we’d do? Where did we say we’d meet? He didn’t have his cell phone with him, so I couldn’t call him.

Zoe and I finally stayed put in front of the theater, which is right in the middle of downtown Milwaukee. Eventually we all found each other.

We didn’t get home until close to 10:30 p.m., which was really really late for Zoe, and it didn’t help that I had to be up by 6 a.m. in order to get on the bus to Chicago. I WAS SO TIRED the next day!!!

Thursday Thirteen … it’s starts out with me and ends up with Lost

Thirteen Things about me…. and more!

1. I’m in the home stretch for my statistics class. Only 1 class left to go!

2. By Tuesday I need to have my own project completed, my take home exam completed, and my group project completed.

3. I’m 50% done with my project, 90% done with my exam, and 25% done with my group project.

4. Tomorrow my husband, daughter, and I are going to see STOMP. I can’t wait!

5. Saturday I’m going shopping in Chicago with my best friend. We do it every year.

6. The intent is to get a head start on our Christmas shopping, but we usually end up catching up with each other while we window shop.

7. Sawyer loves Kate! Did you see that??

8. I’m listening to The Lost Podcast with Jay and Jack right now … I was going to call in last night with a comment for their podcast, but all I could think of to say about the show was WOW!

9. If you were Jack, would you have done the surgery?

10. If you were Kate, would you have picked Sawyer?

11. Or would you have picked Jack?

12. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO FOR 13 WEEKS?????

13. What are you going to do for the next 13 weeks?

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