The Big Yellow Joint

I'm pretty sure that catchy title says it all. It's funny because we basically started moving out in March. I'd fill the back of the van and we'd race to Enumclaw to the storage unit which closed at 6:00. We'd get there about 5:50, race in, unload the stuff, go eat dinner and then go watch the 7:00 baseball game. So everything that was moved around that time was packed pretty neatly in its own separate box. Even yesterday things were packed pretty neatly. Today, however, MUCH different story. I'd write on one box "Alex Sam Robyn living room stuff" meaning stuff that I picked up off the living room floor and threw together in one box that happened to belong to three of the four of us who live here. Then I'd write "Alex mostly, some Sam bedroom". Anyway, HOPEFULLY we'll finish up tomorrow and I'll be able to relax and WORK all day Friday before we jet off to Disneyland on Saturday. I got an expedite transcript order today and I told my manager that I didn't think I could do it since I'm leaving Saturday morning. She emailed me back a pretty pissy note saying she'd do it along with her two other back orders and all the other stuff she's trying to get done before she leaves Friday morning. Ouch. Anyway, I apologized and told her I'd handle it. It appears I'm not the only one stressed beyond belief these days...

Here is a picture of Alex's graduation pedicure.

Okay, so my new goal for my blog is to post more often, just shorter.

So last Wednesday night I'm sitting in our LazyBoy (aka Hopeless Slackass) recliner holding my Fiskar's sewing scissors in my hand. These don't have really long blades, they're more for snipping tiny pieces of thread, but they're REAL sharp. Anyway, I go to shift in my chair and I remember thinking, "Wait a minute. Is this chair falling over backwards?" I couldn't believe it. We've had that chair for 11 years and not once has it ever fallen over. I bonked my head against the kitchen table pretty hard, so I kind of sat up shaking my head. I glance down, and I have STABBED myself in the thigh, which is now GUSHING blood. I kid you not. Well, seeing as how I was just at the Emergency Room about three weeks ago, I'm familiar with the layout and the procedures. I'm limping around the kitchen holding a fistful of napkins on my leg thinking, "I could probably just go do this by myself, unless I've lost too much blood and maybe would faint in the car on the way." I figure I better get my husband up. He took charge and got our friend Lisa to come over while we went to the hospital. I called Lisa from the waiting room and she said, "Man, what happened? It looks like a CSI crime scene in here." Bless her heart, she cleaned up all the blood and straightened everything out before we got home. Anyway, this is a picture of my six stitches. I wish I had a more interesting story.