Thursday, July 31, 2008

Thought for the day...

I would like to live my life in such a way that when my feet hit the floor, the devil shudders and says "Oh crap, she's awake!!"

Saturday, July 12, 2008


I recently made a few trips...first to Dallas to board the plane to Tulsa where my friend Margaret picked me up..and thanks to Karen I had a ride to and from the Dallas airport!! She was heading to LasVegas with her family as I headed to Tulsa and we ended up on the same plane! Seems her flight had one stop in Tulsa. I stayed with Margaret and her husband Kenny, plus her granddaughter Chrissy was in town for a few days. She was a lot of fun, just learning to drive and getting ready for her 'sweet 16'...bought a hot pink dress and went to a photo shoot. They came out great.

Margaret went with me to my nephew Christopher's wedding to Kristen in Monett, Missouri. Margaret drove us there and back and the wedding was very nice. During the reception I read a poem I had written for the two of them, to more or less chronicle their lives from then to now and how they came to be paired. We got back late on Saturday, slept in on Sunday and my flight left that afternoon. When I arrived back in Dallas, I checked on Karen's flight, which was delayed, but as soon as I walked to her gate, they walked off the plane. Could not have planned it better. I am blessed to have such good friends to share their time, their vehicles and their friendship!!

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

...and we all fall down..

After reading about slugger's trip down the stairs...thought I'd make mention of a few falls I have endured:

Childhood: fell down the basement steps of my great aunt's home in Sedalia, Missouri, even though there was a railing. I still remember the musty smell of the basement and the dirt on my upper lip.

Junior high: backed up and fell into a manhole, but thank goodness, one arm and one leg remained above ground and my friends helped me up and out!

High School: took a tumble down the marble (?) stairs about once a week it seemed after English class. These were the days of 'platform' shoes/heels with dresses and knee socks - oh my!

Played "Lady Stumble" in my high school's rendition of "The Canterbury Tales from the Wife of Bath" and guess what?? I had to stumble/fall and generally bounce around in a full length 'princess' dress with two left shoes.

Adulthood: While camping in what seemed to be the middle of a monsoon one Labor Day - in a pop-up trailer near a lake at my sister-in-law's farm, just the other side of a dam...we thought we would float away. The next morning brought tons of mud, and of course, the need to make a trip to the bathroom. Not wanting to bother my sister-in-law and family in her trailer, my daughter and I decided to walk up to the house, just the other side of the dam. Yes, it was muddy, and as the alternative restroom facilities were considerably wet, bushy and prickly, the trek to the house seemed a minor inconvenience. Off we went, avoiding puddles and ruts of water, up one side of the dam which seemed to be drying off in the morning sun. Down the other side and through the gate, past the cows and cow patties, and to the house where we shook the mud from our tennis shoes and utilized the facilities. Heading back we followed our previously trekked path, but when we topped the dam, my foot slipped a little. My daughter was just about to the bottom when she heard me yell out "Help me, Lindsey! Help me!" I fell into the mud and slid down the dam towards the barbed wire fence on my side, landing about 6-inches from the wire. I was covered in mud - to say the least - as were my clothes, shoes, hair and all. Lindsey was laughing so hard and I was laughing too, trying to gain a footing to stand - though I really don't know why considering the condition I was in. We made it back to camp and gave everyone a great start to their day. I showered in my sister-in-law's trailer, while my mother in law rinsed out my clothes...but my shoes were a loss and will be forever called - "My Dam Shoes". My brother-in-law claims the local college sent out its museum studies group in a helicopter for what appeared to be an imprint from a wooly mammoth on the side of the dam.

I have taken a fall: on freshly waxed floors - in a dress and heels - with no one around thank goodness; on a tile floor in a restroom at a retail store; on a linoleum floor at my son's daycare, with the kids all laughing and wanting me to "do it again"; near a dock when my sister urged me to get into her boat (from a little bit above on the land) - so I just sat/fell back - and she yelled out loudly - 'that's enough beer for you' so the guys on the other boat would laugh; in my parent's front yard, just stepping off the porch; in the parking lot of a store, tripping over the bold red cement markers put there so you won't trip!! That's all I can remember at the moment...but enough, don't you think??? No wonder I bruise easily - in anticipation of a fall, no doubt. I can proudly say, though, that I have had no broken bones. Guess I bounce.