Jake's War Wound

Mom called me last night and gravely informed me that Jake was injured. "What? How? Is he okay?" I think I stopped breathing for a moment.

Then Mom blithey says that Jake whacked himself in the head with a crowbar.

Funny, Mom, really funny.

Apparently, my brother was driving the fork lift, things weren't going well, he got out and somehow a crowbar figured into the equation...Mom's story gets fuzzy here...And he ended up smacking the crowbar right into his forehead. Ten stitchs and he'll have a nasty scar in the middle of his forehead.

"I asked him if he passed out and he said no," Mom said. I don't belive him. Ten stitchs...that means it was a nasty gash and he lost a lot of blood. Jake must be too embaressed to say he fainted. I mean, hitting yourself in the head with a heavy iron tool is pretty embaressing on it's own.

Last year (or ther abouts) Jake broke a cheek bone in a similar situation with a crowbar. Yup, pretty embaressing.

I don't know what it is with Jake and crowbars but he should be banned from using them.

All this story really proves is that my mom has a broken sense of humor.

One Week

One week to go. Iso excited. I've got my baggage sitting on the spare bed surrounded by all the junk I plan on taking. And I have a countdown schedule, cause you know how I love to make schedules.

Monday: drop off dry cleaning. Make photocopies of passport, cards, ID, etc.
Tuesday: get manicure and pedicure, because it's important to well groomed
Wednesday: pick up dry cleaning, last minute items
Thursday: do laundry, fold, pack, etc.
Friday: Last day of work! Go to the airport.

I love it when a plan comes together.

Where's Mel?

Rick arrived from Pheonix Thursday night. Apparently I scowled at him when he crossed the security check point. Honestly, I wasn't scowling but I had already chased around some other guy who looked a lot like Rick and didn't I feel foolish when i realized it wasn't Rick...and he didn't look very Rick like. Got rid of the goatee and just had this handlebar mustache.

I said, "You look like a walrus." Always a good way to open the conversation when you haven't seen a friend in a year.

Lee and Melanie arrived Saturday and now the whole gang was here. That night Natalie threw a smashing BBQ and a good time was had by all.

Sunday saw the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall (because you must do that if you go to Philadelpia) and then we took a tour of the Eastern State Penatentury, which is very cool.

Monday was Atlantic Cty. I won $25! Hey,I know to quit when I'm ahead. Snagged stuffed animals from the crane machine, Melanie bought two skirts from a shop on the boardwalk, and basically my feet were killing me. They still are.

Tuesday we did a little tour of the Revolutionary War barracks in Trenton, which was surprisingly cooler than I expected it to be. My feet hurt there, too.

Yesterday Lee said I exhausted him, which is a feather for my cap. Lee has boundless energy and it's impossible to tire him, but I did it. And lots of walking. Lots of it.

Now everyone's gone and I miss them and my apartment is empty. *sad mel* Oh, sure, Andy's here and then there's the cats, but I miss people.

I know my narrative was not really expansive, but I'm dead tired. I didn't get to sleep until midnight because I didn't want to say good-bye. (That sounds far more Drama Queen than I intended.)

The Gang from Kansas

Sorry I've been quiet. The gang from Kansas is here this week and we've been off and about in the city. My poor feet are purple and sore and so forth. I will write a detailed blog on wednesday. Tomorrow, we send people back to the airport and I relax.

Sick Little Kitty

Saturday Aethel got her vacines. No big thing. The vet said she might be unsually sleepy. Okay. The day passes without incident. Sunday morning at little before 6, I roll over in bed and realie it's wet. Gross. The cat was sick in the bed. Ew. Ew. Nasty. And the really sick thing is, I was so tired as it was not yet six a.m. that I honestly considered rolling over and ignoring it. That's gross.

(The mess is clean, the cat is fine, even if she was barfy most of the day. Toda she seems fine.)

Girlie Adventures

I wanted to write a quick little post about the mad fun Natalie andI had on Saturday on a Girl's Day Out: Flea Market, stumbling into a gay bar, Trader Joe's, making cookies...all good stuff. But there's a thunder storm at the moment and I'm going to sign off *big bolt of lightening just made me jump out of my skin* before the electricty goes out. Tah!