Straw & Berries
Yesterday my Mom and I took the girls to a farm to pick strawberries. I didn’t realize when my Mom asked us to go that she was going to pick 8 quarts of strawberries. I thought we were going more for the experience of it all.
We were given a row and my Mom and I decided we should each take a side. It was time to divvy up the girls. Big I wanted to go with my Mom and Lil C wanted to stay with me. I thought I was getting the short end of the stick on this one. I was wrong.
Lil C was a natural strawberry picker. She loved it. She kept saying, "Mommy, this is fun. I a having so much fun." Big I almost immediately got bored. She ran ahead in the row and picked whatever she could find, which wasn’t much. Meanwhile, Lil C would only pick perfect berries and she was quickly filling up her basket.
Since Big I had run so far ahead, my Mom hustled down the row to catch up with her and that’s when I heard my Mom yell back at me, "You are never going to believe this."
With Big I, I’m always afraid to guess. Things just happen to that girl. Tonight, she tripped while crossing through a parking lot and skidded on knees and hands. She’s a "Calamity Jane" if I ever saw one.
I saw my Mom going through her purse and throwing her head back laughing. Apparently, Big I got some straw in her Croc’s. She took her shoe off and was balancing her other foot on the edge of my Mom’s strawberry container. She doesn’t exactly have good balance.
The next thing you know, strawberries went flying through the air everywhere. My Mom dug out the piece of straw that started the whole string of unfortunate events, gave her shoe back to her, and started picking up her strawberries. The only problem was that when Big I put her shoe back on, there was a very large and ripe strawberry in it, which she obviously smooshed with her foot which meant that my Mom now had to clean up yet another mess.
Meanwhile, Lil C got tired and decided she’d just sit down in the middle of the row and wait for us to finish. I definitely got the better partner.
Straw & Berries
Yesterday my Mom and I took the girls to a farm to pick strawberries. I didn’t realize when my Mom asked us to go that she was going to pick 8 quarts of strawberries. I thought we were going more for the experience of it all.
We were given a row and my Mom and I decided we should each take a side. It was time to divvy up the girls. Big I wanted to go with my Mom and Lil C wanted to stay with me. I thought I was getting the short end of the stick on this one. I was wrong.
Lil C was a natural strawberry picker. She loved it. She kept saying, "Mommy, this is fun. I a having so much fun." Big I almost immediately got bored. She ran ahead in the row and picked whatever she could find, which wasn’t much. Meanwhile, Lil C would only pick perfect berries and she was quickly filling up her basket.
Since Big I had run so far ahead, my Mom hustled down the row to catch up with her and that’s when I heard my Mom yell back at me, "You are never going to believe this."
With Big I, I’m always afraid to guess. Things just happen to that girl. Tonight, she tripped while crossing through a parking lot and skidded on knees and hands. She’s a "Calamity Jane" if I ever saw one.
I saw my Mom going through her purse and throwing her head back laughing. Apparently, Big I got some straw in her Croc’s. She took her shoe off and was balancing her other foot on the edge of my Mom’s strawberry container. She doesn’t exactly have good balance.
The next thing you know, strawberries went flying through the air everywhere. My Mom dug out the piece of straw that started the whole string of unfortunate events, gave her shoe back to her, and started picking up her strawberries. The only problem was that when Big I put her shoe back on, there was a very large and ripe strawberry in it, which she obviously smooshed with her foot which meant that my Mom now had to clean up yet another mess.
Meanwhile, Lil C got tired and decided she’d just sit down in the middle of the row and wait for us to finish. I definitely got the better partner.
Dear Tiger
On Wednesday, I went to see my physical therapist to pick up my shiny new high-tech ACL sports brace. Considering the cost of it, one would think it would come encrusted with diamonds. It doesn’t. Very disappointing.
My PT asked me how I’m doing and I told him that the cortisone shot didn’t work. I’m still having pain at the top of my tibia. I’m beginning to think I always will. I have a few more weeks of taking it easy and then I’m technically allowed to go back to karate. The thing is, I don’t think I’ll be ready.
Sure, I have my brace. I’ve done the intense physical therapy. This week, I’ll go join the gym and continue my exercises on my own. Mentally, I’m terrified of doing this again. I’m afraid I’ll tear it right apart again and I don’t feel confident that my knee has had enough time to heal. I’m on my own now, and that is exciting but scary all at the same time.
Despite this, in one sense, this week I’ve ended a major part of this ACL journey. I’m finished with doctors appointments, physical therapy and all too frequent co-pays. Tiger, your ACL journey is just about to begin.
I want you to know how impressed I am that you played through the pain. I know the excruciating pain that comes from twisting on an ACL that’s torn, and it is breathtaking. The fact that you not only played, but won, is simply amazing to me. Everyone knows you’re a great golfer, but those who have endured ACL injuries have a whole new appreciation for your talent and perseverance.
Being the celebrity that you are, I’m sure you’ll have the best of care, pre and post op. Despite this, only you will feel the pain and know the frustration that comes with recovering from this type of surgery. My advice to you is simple: take all the time that you need to heal. Golf will still be there when you’re ready to return. And for your sanity during those first few days, don’t forget healthy doses of both prune juice and percoset.
My best to you Tiger, for a safe surgery and a speedy recovery,
BBM
Life is Good
I took the girls to the grocery store to stock up after vacation. Big I was thrilled to see one of the nuns from her school there. As we passed her in the aisle, I realized I was wearing my new t-shirt that I bought on vacation that says, "Girls Just Wanna Have Rum." No wonder I got a slightly disgusted look from her. I’m guessing nuns don’t drink or approve of rum-related activities? Oh well.
Upon returning home, you’ll never guess who was parked in front of my house! The low-ball offer people! They were just leaving as I was pulling in. They had to drive directly past me. I know it was them because my neighbor (who also spies when we have showings) was outside at the time and saw them sitting in front of my house, staring longingly at it for quite some time. Guess who now has hand? Uh-huh, that’s right. We do.
I asked my realtor and apparently if I get an insulting offer twice from the same people, I am fully entitled to some retribution in the form of a good swift kick to their shins or perhaps spitting on their offer. Sweet.
I was also informed tonight that we did have a showing this week. It was a third showing and the couple has narrowed it down to our house and one other, with ours looking better at this point. You know what this means, faithful readers. It is time to assume the position, as in the crossing of the legs, arms, fingers, toes and eyes. I’m remaining calm and quietly optimistic that this will work out. If not, our realtor and mortgage guy have planned an open house extravaganza (my idea) complete with give-aways (that they are providing) for the end of the month. Here’s hoping we won’t need it at all.
I also got a call from my physical therapist today. I’ll be getting my karate brace on Wednesday. Apparently my insurance company has agreed that I need a third insanely expensive knee brace. This doesn’t mean I’ll be using it for a while. Getting radar detection, metal spikes, and ear-piercing alarms installed on those braces takes time.
This t-shirt attitude adjustment thing is really working, even when I’m wearing my rum shirt. Life is good.
Home Again, Home Again
We’ve made it safely home, although several DVD’s were almost thrown into the Chesapeake on the drive home since the girls wouldn’t stop fighting over which movie to watch. I figured throwing them overboard was littering and obviously wrong so I just stuck my fingers in my ears for a while (my knee prevented me from crawling out onto the roof for a much-needed reprieve). A 9-hour drive (with frequent stops) is a long one with two very opposite munchkins and only one DVD player.
Here are the highlights:
- Lil C decided she’d like to potty train while on vacation and is 90% there. I’m as shocked (although pleasantly surprised) as you probably are at this revelation.
- We had not a drop of rain until we hit the road to come home today. The weather was perfect and so was our week.
- If you don’t spray sunscreen on your lower back and then spend the entire day bent over awkwardly while building a huge sandcastle for the girls, you will have a horribly painful line of bright red sunburn that makes every relative come up to you at least three times a day for the remainder of the week and tell you that you should put more sunscreen on.
- I am not the Mexican Train Domino’s Queen. I have been dethroned and I’m not happy about it.
- I am however, the Sandcastle-Building Queen (photographic evidence to follow later this week).
- Homemade sangria is really good. No, really good.
- I returned home to find that we had no showings all week long, but we’re now advertised in the big glossy real estate magazine and had a bunch of people pick up fliers today (this from the local Britney Spears who stood out front all day answering questions from curious drive-by people. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing yet. I’m thinking it will highly depend on whether or not she was wearing a bra at the time).
- I found a pretty cool swimsuit that does not second as a piece of cellophane or transparent window screen in its off-time (Photographic evidence will not follow. I repeat, not follow).
- Nothing horrible happened this year. No food poisoning, no internet catastrophes. Nothing. Nothing is so nice.
- I bought a "Life is Good" t-shirt while on vacation, because I figured if I wear it I might start believing it and then this big storm cloud that’s been following me around might dissipate and move on to make someone else miserable and unfortunate. I’ll let you know if it works.
And now I’m off to bed, my bed, the one good thing about being back home.
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