Mom sent me this video the other day. We had some interesting visitors that we’ve never seen before. They sure enjoyed talking with each other.
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Cutie
Gave Slick a bit of cottage cheese the other day. There was evidence.
And… Impact
On the way home from the wedding the other night, we had a wee accident. On the way to the wedding, Justin had said that he trusted himself to be able to stop but he didn’t trust the guy behind him to stop if there was an accident. Little did we know that it was a prophetic statement.
We were on our way home, going from Kentucky to Ohio on 471 & the Daniel Carter Beard Bridge. Suddenly there were a lot of brake lights and cars swerving. Justin couldn’t swerve but he was able to stop. However, just as predicted, the guy behind him did NOT stop, and we got rear-ended. In the other car’s defense, he did try to brake and swerve, he just ultimately failed.
We pulled over to the shoulder as did the car that hit us. It was then that we were able to see what happened. A white Subaru Forester bounced off the median that split 71 & 471. The car spun out and ended up in the middle of the three-lane highway.
A couple of other bystanders had pulled over to help. One person appeared to have helped the driver out of the car and was standing with her on the side of the road. Another bystander stopped by our car to check to see if we were ok. He was an off-duty West Chester cop. He also checked on the car behind us. Later we found out that the man who hit us lived about a mile and a half away from us. It was a West Chester kind of night.
A fire truck, EMS and police arrived on scene shortly after. Each first responder stopped to make sure we were ok. I was so impressed by the care they showed. We saw the fire fighters check to make sure that the first car wasn’t leaking fuel. It must have been fine because they left first. I saw the EMS take away the driver of the Forester. She appeared to be an older woman who acted confused and hurt (for obvs reasons). My speculation is that she had some sort of medical emergency. Whether she got confused by the signs, lanes, or something more serious, I think that is the most likely scenario.
We sat on the highway for at least an hour when the tow truck showed up. I’ve never seen a car be pulled onto a flat bed. It was fascinating to watch. So, now the car had a way home, but what were we supposed to do? One nice police officer told us that a grumpy police officer would drive us over to the DORA section next to the stadium where they had a small station. We all tried to get in the back of an SUV designed for criminals, and not for women wearing dresses. Mom especially had a hell of time trying to get in the vehicle. Her bad hip was displeased. We quickly discovered that all three of us would NOT fit. Justin stayed behind with the nice police officer and the grumpy one drove us away. I talked to him a little bit and he seemed to warm up to us some. By the time we got out of the police car, he was almost friendly. We went to the little police station to wait for Justin.
Once Justin reached us, we had to call a Lyft. We stood in front of the Yard House to wait. The Lyft showed up and drove us home. I probably would have remembered Miranda’s wedding any way, but now I know it’s a night I’ll never forget.
Matrimony
A few weeks ago, we were invited to a wedding between Miranda & Ben. I was so excited and happy for them both. I bought the perfect dress, with the perfect shawl, shoes, and purse. I had to work nearly all day up to when we left. I was FRAZZLED. I had a shower earlier in the day, and then literally, 20 minutes before we left, I got dressed. Justin drove, thank goodness, and we were early, as usual. We walked over to the venue and I realized quickly that the frazzledness didn’t go away. My social anxiety went through the roof. I was shaking and nervous. But it was a was a wonderful wedding and the bride was beautiful, the groom was pretty handsome too. Unfortunately, my nerves forced us to leave a little early, but I’m so glad we were able to go. I loved being with family, but maybe my favorite moment of the wedding was when Justin tried to repeatedly take a pic of the two of us. “This is horseshit.” LOLOLOL
We Made Pie
We made pie. Not terribly exciting. We didn’t make the crust ourselves; we didn’t make the filling from homemade, but we did decorate the damn thing. It was trial and error, but enough Food Network memories got me through the lattice work. Then, we had strips left over, and I wanted to try something. I made “roses.” They weren’t perfect, far from, but it made me happy that we were able to decorate a pie all by ourselves. Oh, and I swear the decorations made it taste better.
Halfway to 90
In February, I turned 45. Someone on social media said that they were halfway to 90 when they turned 45, and I loved that. I got several laughs, and no one took it seriously, but I love it for multiple reasons. One, it’s tongue-in-cheek. Who doesn’t love a good laugh. But secondly, I’m saying I’m mid-life. I don’t plan on croaking in 20 years, I plan on living till (at least) 90. Fate could have a different plan in mind, but that’s my plan. When I turned 40, I celebrated living till 40. That may also seem funny and morbid, but there were times in my life, that weren’t too long ago, that I believed I would never get to 40. Now that I’m above and beyond, I’m looking forward to my next goal of (at least) 90.
There was a theme. I love having themes, especially childish themes that I might not have got to have when I was younger. This year’s theme was Candyland. I had a backdrop and a board game and loads and loads of candy. It was such a good time. Mother Nature did decide that she was sick of the 60s and 70s earlier in the week and settled for a snowstorm. I got to see two new cousins meet each other for the first time, AND I got to eat candy. Lots and lots of candy. I loved the party because it was campy, and family, and there was just a ton of love.
It’s been a bit…
Work has been really rough on me lately. I’ve been working close to 60 hours a week, 7 days a week. It’s begun to take its toll. So, I’m back to share my life and spend time on things that are important to me. I want to paint more, get back to embroidery, read, play D&D with my family, and more. I hope to post more here… I guess we’ll see if I can squeeze in the time… I’m seeing a new doctor. I’m taking more time for myself. I’m seeing a new therapist. I really miss everything I was doing before. It makes me even more melancholy than I already am.
In the bedroom
I was trying to describe this cute DIY necklace holder to mom. I looked at my phone and said to her, I think I need to do this in the bedroom. Take a yard stick… and make this necklace hanger. Mom starts giggling and says that is not where I was expecting that to go… needing a yardstick… in the bedroom. We laughed and laughed.
Leaving 2023 with a BANG, BOOM, CRASH
Earlier this week, I got up from my desk. I noticed that my leg was partially asleep and that I might not have 100% control over my leg. I walked to the hallway anyway. I was wearing my brand new harry potter snitch socks. They are so cute. I raised my leg to take a step down the stairs when my legs went out from under me, and I managed to fall. I tried to catch myself. I failed. I fell all the way down the stairs till I landed on my bottom in the kitchen. I felt like Kevin from Home Alone all the way down. It could have been fun if it didn’t hurt so bad. I royally bruised my backside. Almost instantly bruises started popping up on my back and bum. We decided I didn’t need to go to the ER. I hadn’t hit my head on the way down or do any sort of tumbling. Just bumped down on my tush the whole way down. And even if I had broken my tailbone, they wouldn’t do anything for me but give me some pain meds. But, as you can guess, it was excruciating to sit. We dug out a cushion that we had bought for mom when she fell. It helped some but not enough. I tried old pain meds, but we figure they were too old because I didn’t get relief.
So, yesterday, I went to see my doctor. He was entirely understanding, and he agreed that because of the way I fell, a trip to the ER wouldn’t have been necessary, just costly. He poked around my backside, and I didn’t exclaim YEOW anywhere, just a lot of tenderness, so he doesn’t think it’s broken. We both agreed that my scar tissue, cellulite and fat might have protected my tailbone. Never have I been happier that I was fat. He sent in a script for a stronger anti-inflammatory. I was able to pick it up last night and we even got ice cream for dinner. I’m really grateful that the fall wasn’t worse than it was because it could have been really terrible. I’ve promised that I will slippers in the house from now on. The kind with a nice rubber sole. But that is how I’m leaving 2023 with a bang, boom, crash.
Technology High
Have you ever had a technology high? When you finally manage to get a piece of technology the way you want it to work. I finally got my plug and play printer to actually print a photo which by the way wasn’t a plug and play printer. I had to buy a long printer cord because the wireless printer won’t work wirelessly. And then the cord was plugged into a port in my laptop that apparently doesn’t work, so I had to find a port that works. Trial and error and I finally printed a picture of me holding my newest “cousin.” I’m riding the tech high, and I am totally hyper because I HAVE THE POWER!
My Plucky Life 