So this might be cheating…

Fact 333: I stabbed a fork into my finger

Most of you know this already. At least, those of you that I talk to often do anyway. But, I think it was Easter weekend, I got a brand new set of utensils for my apartment. I was all excited. They were these silver and blue ones in this nice wire basket sorter. With those pain in the ass little plastic twists that you have to cut off.

Disaster.

Being brilliant (that was a day of the dumbs for sure) and being unable to locate the scissors, I got a knife. Now, I’m not entirely stupid, so I knew well enough to cut away from my body. I managed to cut through the spoons, and the first set of forks with no problems.

I started sawing through the second last piece of plastic. And I shifted my hand to get a better angle. And it worked, it cut a lot faster. Unfortunately I didn’t realise this fast enough. And the plastic broke and my fist smashed into the forks.

Instant pain. And reaction was to curl my fingers and pull them back. And when I brought my hand away from the basket and towards my body, there was a fork sticking out of my pinkie finger. I didn’t think, just reacted, and pulled the fork out.

Blood everywhere. Almost gushing. Just the sight of it made me queasy (and writing about it now is making me squeamish) I grabbed the napkins off the top of the fridge and shoved them around my finger and sat down on the floor before I threw up or something. The world was spinning pretty good at that point haha.

I already had gauze in the apartment. Once I could open my hand again (jesus it hurt), I washed up and wrapped it up in gauze and went to work. Ahaha and preceded to gross everyone out to the point where everyone was telling me repeatedly to go to the clinic. Which I eventually did the next day (I think) when it started to sink in that I couldn’t move it right, that it was a nasty shade of purple and perhaps I did do some bad damage. (Which turned out to be tendon damage which has finally mostly healed)

Now I’ve just got a small scar on my pinkie. And when the weather turns bad quickly (and I’m not looking forward to winter) it hurts like a bitch.

Summer-time memories

Man, the crack of dawn is brutal.  So bright and fuzzy-looking outside this morning…. well, hazy, but it looks fuzzy to me.  Heh.

Going up to the cottage for the weekend.  I’ve still got photos I need to post of the cottage for Keiran.  We’re actually going up Friday night too, instead of the usual mid-way through Saturday. I’m thrilled. Honestly too, not sarcastically.

When I was little, as soon as it was warm enough, it’d be off to the cottage after school on friday and stay until Sunday after lunch.  And it was great.  Especially when both my grandparents were still alive.  I miss my opa and oma.  Opa’d dive off the dock and swim forever and ever and ever, waving, then turning and coming back, splashing me where I sat giggling on the dock.  Oma’d always be willing to play “just one more” game of cards or attempt to teach me one more time to knit.  Or Opa’d pick me up and toss me back on my bed once I’d slid out, both of us laughing (my mattress on my bed when I was little was too big for the frame – great for bouncing on, but it’d constantly be sliding off the bed)

One of my favourite memories from when I was younger at the cottage was when we re-did the lower roof.  I was… maybe 4.  Somewhere between 4 and 5 at least.  I can’t remember exactly.  Anyway, I was young ;) and my opa and my dad were re-shingling the roof (Actually, on after-thought, I think there were a few more people helping, like an uncle or two, but I don’t really remember that part).  And I wanted to be a good girl and help.  Actually, I just wanted to be where all the action was, to have fun with the guys.  I didn’t wanna play in our wading pool on the deck anymore.  I wanted to SEE what was going on.  So I tried to climb the ladder.  My oma would have nothing to do with that.  I wasn’t going up there; I’d surely fall and get hurt (ahahah if it was me now, yeah, for sure!)

So, being the handful that I am, I decided that nothing was going to stop me from getting up there.  After several unsuccessful attempts at the ladder (with my dad and opa watching from the roof, laughing of course!) I sat down to pout.  And plan.  I’m devious, I know that.  And I formed the perfect plan.

I snuck inside, under the guise that I was going to the washroom.  Crept up the stairs and shut the bathroom door, dashing into the room we all shared and climbed onto my bed.  My bed was directly under the window that overlooked the roof they were on.  A few good bounces on the trampoline-bed didn’t quite get me out the window. I was still too short.So I pried the screen off with my fingertips, sliding it to the side.  My sister still slept in a crib at the end of my bed, so I climbed up on the railing of that, stood very very carefully on the edge and leapt – head first – out the window.

I was discovered pretty quickly by the men.  My oma was horrified that I got up there after all and wanted me down.  But opa and dad let me stay.  I was happy a clam up there, sorting nails and “helping” hammer them into the roof.

I miss days like those.

Life’s little lessons part 1

Random lessons from today:

  1. If all the other phones are busy and your phone rings, it’s not for you.
  2. TUMS taste like slightly flavoured chalk. Yes, I remember the taste of chalk.
  3. Just because someone is there doesn’t mean they’ll take your call even though they need to speak with you
  4. If it worked this morning, it’s not gonna work again, especially when you need it to.
  5. It is not next week yet. No matter how many times I’m told this one, it still hasn’t stuck.
  6. There is no way to get the slippery pants, that are too long and too big, to stay up. Do the laundry, for crying out loud.
  7. When you need to do laundry, everyone else needs to do laundry.
  8. White-out can be fun. Too much white-out can be trouble.
  9. Summer TV can be disappointing TV.
  10. There is nothing that can beat stretching out in bed under the covers after a rough day.

In the Heat of Summer Sunshine, I miss you

I don’t know what I’m thinking about today. My brain is scattered into hundreds of little sections. Earlier I was thinking about Texas. It didn’t help that I saw someone in a Cowboy hat at work. I think that’s what started it all, since the hat was similar to mine and everything. Hee I love my hat. So pretty and white.

Texas. Yes. This is going to be a wandering post, I think… Hence the scattered above. I was thinking about my trip. My trip to Texas to see Keiran was amazing. Too short, of course, but amazing none-the-less… I can’t believe that a month ago yesterday I was giving Keiran a hug, heading through the security gates then wandering around the airport sniffling (I saved the actual major cry for the bathroom, although a little kid asked me where it hurt when I was walking in…) waiting for what… 5 hours before my plane actually took off? Hello run-on sentence, pleased to me you. Anyway. Delayed flights, I’ve learned, annoy the HELL out of me. Especially when I’d rather not leave at all.

There are some pretty fantastic memories from that trip. Some moments have blurred together some, but it’s all still there.

Random buzzing dinner signals can be very frightening when you’re running on 2 hours of sleep after two very long days. Hahah and people aren’t so intimidating in real-life. I also cleared out most some of the Canadian CDs at this used CD store we went to. Must return the music home, damnit!

I discovered that I really enjoy clothes shopping with someone other than my mother! … That sounds like I don’t like clothes shopping with mom. I do. Mother really does know best sometimes. I just don’t like clothes shopping with what, almost all my other friends. Amazing what one “fat store” incident can do to you. But yes, anyway. That’s the way way past and yes I’m still bitter but I digress and it’s the wrong way. But the clothing stores! I am in love with some of them. I’m afraid I’m really truly a shop-a-holic now. The prices were pretty good too, even with the exchange.

Tubing was incredibly fun. Incredibly. I looove the water. And being able to spend time in the water with someone I adore, just chatting and relaxing and lazing away (with a few tumbles and stumbles and splashes, of course) was absolute heaven to me. I really am a water-baby and it’s a good thing I don’t live near the ocean or you’d never get me out of it.

Fossil Rim was cool. I’d never been that close to most of the animals before. I mean… I’ve seen giraffes and deer and zebras but never been able to… touch them. I also discovered that giraffes are very very big and scary up close, automatic windows can be mean :(, rear-view mirrors taste good, deer and other critters are persistant when it comes to getting food pellets, other people can be pretty damn stupid (and that includes park security) and that the best giggles can be heard when it’s just two girls in a car surrounded by animals.

Lifehouse was good. I love Jason Wade’s voice. It makes me melt in so many ways. It was a good show. And I was very thankful that we had seats. I think it would’ve been better had I not been so.. exhausted from Tubing and Fossil Rim and the entire exhausting two days before. 8 hours of sleep in two days plus a lot of physical activity (I usually get none) makes for a very tired Emily.

Downtown Dallas was sorta scary. It was fun to ride the train downtown. I love trains. But even then it was a little… scary in places. But the actual downtown had some pretty sections too. It felt very much like walking around some of the sections of town here. You’re not quite at ease, but you’re not completely on guard either. The Aquarium was totally cool though. I’ll admit that I’m surprised it’s just called Dallas World Aquarium when it’s more of a rainforest thing (of which I am absolutely in love with the waterfall inside) with an aquarium. I need to write more about the Aquarium and I will, eventually. It was one of my favourite places and so very pretty. I liked the quiet moments best though, watching the fishies, taking pictures, giggling over… stuff we’d comment on.

We spent a day in Fort Worth too, and we went to the Fort Worth Zoo and the Japanese Gardens and we drove around there some too. I like driving around places, although I can never remember where one place begins and the other ends, there’s so many pretty things you see just driving. We got ROARED at by the lion at the zoo. And I got sunburned (stupid forgetting that the sunscreen was in the cooler) and we both almost fell off the train. It’s a very nice zoo. Lots of animals to see. It amused me to no end to see all the kids oooh-ing and ahhh-ing over the black bears. They’re nothing special where I come from heh.

I think we managed to watch 6 or 7 movies while I was there too. MOVIES! That was our lazing time, our down time. Included playing with the many animals. I miss my kitty :( haha poor Windy is going to get two complexes, because I could never call her her name. It was always “kitty”. I actually miss being licked. And I forgot to give her a pet goodbye. :( that makes me sad.

I know that there’s much more for me to write about still. But you’re likely all bored by now anyway. The best part about the trip? Was just getting to go. Just getting to spend time with Keiran, strenghten our friendship.

Welcome to my disaster

So this is my new home. I haven’t quite got it all figured out yet, but I’m working on it. Piece by piece, bit by bit, fuck-up by fuck-up. The look isn’t permanent. That I’m working on too. And I’m not used to this whole “blog” thing. I killed my old one and that was willingly. So it’ll take a bit but I’ve missed having a home.

As it says above, welcome to my disaster.

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