 | Needless to say, I was pleased by my results to this quiz. I promise not to litter Jen's blog with meaningless links to various online quizzes and other complete junk, but this was too fun to pass up. Here are my results: You scored as Indiana Jones. Indiana Jones is an archaeologist/adventurer with an unquenchable love for danger and excitement. He travels the globe in search of historical relics. He loves travel, excitement, and a good archaeological discovery. He hates Nazis and snakes, perhaps to the same degree. He always brings along his trusty whip and fedora. He's tough, cool, and dedicated. He relies on both brains and brawn to get him out of trouble and into it.
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Monday, July 03, 2006
Sorry, couldn't resist
In which my head becomes friendly with a Crowbar
Well, well. Not everyday you get to play the role of a murder victim, complete with gushing head wound and a bloody glove (actually two). I suspect Colonel Sanders, with the Crowbar, in the Parlor... oh wait, that's a different game. The game I got to play was called, "what-happens-when-brainless-workman-leaves-a-crowbar-on-top-of-a-ladder-outside-the-house". Perhaps better known as "unsuspecting Jay gets beaned in the head with a crowbar, while moving said ladder off of children's play-area".
Ahh, the perils of having a conscience. I could quite probably be well on my way to being a millionaire, simply by invoking the pain-and-suffering routine used so effectively by that lady at McDonalds who spilled coffee on herself.
Except in this case, I had no reason to expect that by moving a ladder left propped against the kid's wooden boat, I would dislodge a sharp metal crowbar conveniently hidden lying flat on the top step of the stepladder. That McDonald's lady at least should have had an inkling that dumping hot coffee in one's lap might risk less-than-satisfying results. In any case, by moving the ladder, I unexpectedly was greeted by the sharp end of the crowbar gashing a nice hole in my temple, just above the hairline, eliciting a loud metal DING-ING-ING-ING, prior to a much louder howl of "OWWWWWWW!" as I realized the ladder had attacked me.
What does one do, standing there after a ladder drops a crowbar on your head? Well, apparently I just stood there for a second, trying to figure out what had just happened. Given the loud noise made by impacting against my skull, I don't think I realized right away that I had suffered anything worse than the blunt impact one usually gets when a metal tool is dropped on their head.
I guess it was after my gloved hands instinctively went up to protect my poor head (too late) that the full benefit of a gaping head wound became apparent. Apparently my head had been transformed into a fountain, as blood soaked through the gloves, and began soaking my hair and face, and began accenting my nice blue shirt with polka-dots.Which is probably what propelled me to run into the house, yelling for the wife to wake up from her nap and provide assistance. I've been known to pass out like a sissy from getting a shot at the doctor, which is why I was so desparate to get to the wife - there was a good bit more blood involved and I wasn't sure whether I'd pass out or not. Fortunately I didn't go all weak-kneed and such, and simply passed the time in the bathroom soaking through one towel, while my wonderful wife fashioned an icepack using the old dishtowel-and-frozen-vegetables trick.
Quite honestly, what I was thinking about upstairs in the bathroom was that my skull must be made of metal to have made such a nice "DING-ING-ING-ING" sound, and wondering if I could attach magnets to my metal skull. I was also curiously developing a resentment towards the guilty crowbar, and trying to devise ways to punish it accordingly. Apparently I had already made my revenge against the ladder (I discovered later that I had hurled the ladder across the lawn after it dropped the crowbar on me) I was also feeling sad that the experience hadn't been captured on film, as it would have gone great accompanied with a Tom 'n Jerry soundtrack.
To cut the story short, the highlight of the trip to the Patient First office was having the doctor stick a needle INTO MY HEAD, by which he adminstered the numbing agent which allowed him to then stitch me up. Call me crazy, but I wasn't really enjoying the whole stick-another-sharp-object-into-my-head deal, as I'd had my fill of that already, thankyou very much. I am now sporting two blue stitches, and a bald spot in my bangs, where the doctor was kind enough to sew me up.
After getting home, I called the foreman of the construction company, and left a message on his cellphone informing him that I really hadn't appreciated the crowbar falling on my head, and could his workman kindly put sharp tools away, especially those being used on objects next to the kids PLAY-AREA. Geez, I guess it could have been worse, Zach or Ryan getting clocked in the head with a crowbar. And you know, I'd probably not have as much of a problem with wanting to sue their lousy pants off if that had happened. But as it is, I don't quite feel entitled to millions in damages. Hey, if they want to donate the rest of the house project free, they can knock themselves out. I could certainly use a couple grand. But seriously, in life, as always, stupid stuff happens. People have been getting bonked on the head for hundreds of years, and the only thing suing has done is glamorized careers of sleaze-bag lawyers, and greedy opportunists who would gladly trip on a neighbors sidewalk and pull their hamstring, if they thought it could reap a payoff.
Ok, so sometimes people do have grounds to sue. And maybe I do too. But really now, aren't I pretty good at hurting myself anyway, without someone else's negligence playing a part? Maybe I should sue the tree I fell out of 4 times as a kid. And sue that kid who tripped me on the playground in 6th grade. Nope - I think I'll just let it ride, and not worry so hard about it. Although, if I do get the urge, I may go out and take a sledge hammer to that crowbar. Just to show it some love.
So, that's my adventure for the day. Three cheers for my wife, who managed to staunch the fountain of blood that was my head, as well as round up three kids for a trip to the doctor - I love you, dear! Hope I can have a little less drama for the rest of the week. Happy (early) 4th of July, all!
Ahh, the perils of having a conscience. I could quite probably be well on my way to being a millionaire, simply by invoking the pain-and-suffering routine used so effectively by that lady at McDonalds who spilled coffee on herself.
Except in this case, I had no reason to expect that by moving a ladder left propped against the kid's wooden boat, I would dislodge a sharp metal crowbar conveniently hidden lying flat on the top step of the stepladder. That McDonald's lady at least should have had an inkling that dumping hot coffee in one's lap might risk less-than-satisfying results. In any case, by moving the ladder, I unexpectedly was greeted by the sharp end of the crowbar gashing a nice hole in my temple, just above the hairline, eliciting a loud metal DING-ING-ING-ING, prior to a much louder howl of "OWWWWWWW!" as I realized the ladder had attacked me.
What does one do, standing there after a ladder drops a crowbar on your head? Well, apparently I just stood there for a second, trying to figure out what had just happened. Given the loud noise made by impacting against my skull, I don't think I realized right away that I had suffered anything worse than the blunt impact one usually gets when a metal tool is dropped on their head.
I guess it was after my gloved hands instinctively went up to protect my poor head (too late) that the full benefit of a gaping head wound became apparent. Apparently my head had been transformed into a fountain, as blood soaked through the gloves, and began soaking my hair and face, and began accenting my nice blue shirt with polka-dots.Which is probably what propelled me to run into the house, yelling for the wife to wake up from her nap and provide assistance. I've been known to pass out like a sissy from getting a shot at the doctor, which is why I was so desparate to get to the wife - there was a good bit more blood involved and I wasn't sure whether I'd pass out or not. Fortunately I didn't go all weak-kneed and such, and simply passed the time in the bathroom soaking through one towel, while my wonderful wife fashioned an icepack using the old dishtowel-and-frozen-vegetables trick.
Quite honestly, what I was thinking about upstairs in the bathroom was that my skull must be made of metal to have made such a nice "DING-ING-ING-ING" sound, and wondering if I could attach magnets to my metal skull. I was also curiously developing a resentment towards the guilty crowbar, and trying to devise ways to punish it accordingly. Apparently I had already made my revenge against the ladder (I discovered later that I had hurled the ladder across the lawn after it dropped the crowbar on me) I was also feeling sad that the experience hadn't been captured on film, as it would have gone great accompanied with a Tom 'n Jerry soundtrack.
To cut the story short, the highlight of the trip to the Patient First office was having the doctor stick a needle INTO MY HEAD, by which he adminstered the numbing agent which allowed him to then stitch me up. Call me crazy, but I wasn't really enjoying the whole stick-another-sharp-object-into-my-head deal, as I'd had my fill of that already, thankyou very much. I am now sporting two blue stitches, and a bald spot in my bangs, where the doctor was kind enough to sew me up.
After getting home, I called the foreman of the construction company, and left a message on his cellphone informing him that I really hadn't appreciated the crowbar falling on my head, and could his workman kindly put sharp tools away, especially those being used on objects next to the kids PLAY-AREA. Geez, I guess it could have been worse, Zach or Ryan getting clocked in the head with a crowbar. And you know, I'd probably not have as much of a problem with wanting to sue their lousy pants off if that had happened. But as it is, I don't quite feel entitled to millions in damages. Hey, if they want to donate the rest of the house project free, they can knock themselves out. I could certainly use a couple grand. But seriously, in life, as always, stupid stuff happens. People have been getting bonked on the head for hundreds of years, and the only thing suing has done is glamorized careers of sleaze-bag lawyers, and greedy opportunists who would gladly trip on a neighbors sidewalk and pull their hamstring, if they thought it could reap a payoff.
Ok, so sometimes people do have grounds to sue. And maybe I do too. But really now, aren't I pretty good at hurting myself anyway, without someone else's negligence playing a part? Maybe I should sue the tree I fell out of 4 times as a kid. And sue that kid who tripped me on the playground in 6th grade. Nope - I think I'll just let it ride, and not worry so hard about it. Although, if I do get the urge, I may go out and take a sledge hammer to that crowbar. Just to show it some love.
So, that's my adventure for the day. Three cheers for my wife, who managed to staunch the fountain of blood that was my head, as well as round up three kids for a trip to the doctor - I love you, dear! Hope I can have a little less drama for the rest of the week. Happy (early) 4th of July, all!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
4 Months Old!
Happy Month-day sweet girl!
Official chair picture...please ignore the big black spot over Lily's head. It's the cow's eye on the chair. I have found that it looks pretty silly in pictures. I may have to change the monthday chair. I will also have to write something tomorrow...right now I'm too tired(see previous post).
Whew...
It has been quite a day at the Periwinkle house. Lily was still sleeping after church, so I got busy weeding the garden right away. When I was done my arm itched and had bumps all over the underside. With all the outbreaks of poison ivy in our families lately I decided to play it safe. I washed my arms three or four times (probably overkill, but with Lily nursing I didn't want to take chances) and took some benadryl. Then I told Jay I took Benadryl because last time I took it I was pretty out of it when the kids woke up in the middle of the night. Meanwhile Jay is busily doing yard work. Mostly he was trucking dirt to the back yard in the wheel barrow to fill in the ground where our tree used to be. I went out to him about an hour after I took the Benadryl and told him I was practically falling asleep holding Lily and she was not going to fall asleep with me. He agreed to take an hour break from the yard work to be inside with the kids while I took a nap. I don't know what time, but he brought Lily in because she was hungry. Then Lily and I went back to sleep. Later I woke up hearing "Jen, I need your help. Jen! I NEED your help!" I expected to find Jay holding Ryan at arms length with something running down his legs. Instead I find Jay with blood streaming down his face. A wee bit scarier. After asking all the concussion questions and making sure he wasn't going to pass out I got to find out what happened. Apparently one of the workmen left a crow bar (sp?) on top of a ladder. Jay moved the ladder to get it out of his way and said crow bar fell on him. We decided to go to Patient First because I couldn't see the cut clearly and it was a head wound after all. He needed stitches, but they didn't seem to think it cracked his skull or anything. Incidentally, Jay said it really did make the BOI-OI-OING sound like in the cartoons. You may commence with the hard head jokes now...
Boy was it interesting keeping all 3 kids under control while trying to be there for Jay if he needed me. Jay cleverly diverted their attention with a game of I spy. Thank goodness because my mind was definitely not thinking very creatively (or even clearly) at that point. Lily learned to make a new sound while we were there. It's this awful high pitched shriek. She didn't seem to be terribly upset when she did it, but it was not pleasant to listen to. She seemed to like her new discovery and continued even once we were home. I learned something while we were there too. When your recently potty trained toddler says he has to use the potty- take him, even if he just used it two minutes before...nuf said.
Boy was it interesting keeping all 3 kids under control while trying to be there for Jay if he needed me. Jay cleverly diverted their attention with a game of I spy. Thank goodness because my mind was definitely not thinking very creatively (or even clearly) at that point. Lily learned to make a new sound while we were there. It's this awful high pitched shriek. She didn't seem to be terribly upset when she did it, but it was not pleasant to listen to. She seemed to like her new discovery and continued even once we were home. I learned something while we were there too. When your recently potty trained toddler says he has to use the potty- take him, even if he just used it two minutes before...nuf said.
Congratulations to Chrissi-tina
Chrissi is finally goin' to the chapel, so to speak. She and Dave got engaged last night! Hooray for love and marriage :-)