Fourth of July Fourth
Here was my day, Momento style.
I lay my head on the pillow wondering if sleeping flat on my back will take away the pain in the muscle right below my neck. It doesn't. I really should do some yoga again. He's getting out of surgery about now.
Ten minutes earlier I am crying like a baby as Rudy finally gets to play in a Notre Dame game while his teammates and friends and family cheer him on. Ruuuu Dy. Ruuuu Dy. I'll hang up my laundry tomorrow morning.
2 hours earlier I am at 7 eleven curing my craving for tortilla chips and queso. I don't keep stuff like that in the house, so when I crave it, I gotta go buy it special.
20 minutes earlier I am driving through the Big-I watching the lightning mix with the fireworks in the sky knowing without a doubt that God's way of lighting up the sky is far superior than man's. I wonder if Lynette will be home tonight.
1 hour earlier I am standing in the driveway of mom and dad's house taking turns lighting cute little "showers of sparks" in the street to watch the sparks fly up and immediately north with the wind. I am wondering if we're the only ones in Albuquerque who heeded the fireworks ban and bought stuff that won't go higher than ten feet. I think we are. All around us the "showers of sparks" from neighbors light up the entire sky and pop and explode louder each time. Load number three is in the washer.
2 hours earlier than that I was at the waiting room at the heart hospital trying to be a good friend to my roommate who's father was in emergency surgery. The baby is probably about in its first trimester, like four inches long?
About an hour before that I was in the living room watching a NOVA documentary on The Miracle of Life, learning all about how not only are the sperm highly and specially engineered to fulfill their purpose in life to get the 23 male chromosomes to the egg, but that they are also a loser sort of bunch who constantly mess up. Load number 2 is going in the washer.
A few minutes before that mom and dad and I are talking about how the fallopian tube is only the width of two human hairs, but that the egg travelling through it is the size of a grain of sand. Anyone else see a problem? I'm totally still laughing about the devil bird comment.
About an hour before that we're eating the finest steak dinner I could ever imagine. Charcoal grilled steak with potatoes, corn, broccoli, and something like the best biscuit known to man. Something about eating dinner at home that never changes. They say you can never "go home" again, but you can at my house!!!
An hour before that I'm taking to Grandma Judy on the phone answering the question "now what do you do at work again" for like the tenth time.
That was right after the lady wanted to know what kind of devil bird chirps at night. Have you seen Failure to Launch? Hilarious movie. Two thumbs up.
I got to my parents house and got the laundry started. I only had a few loads, but you gotta do it when you have a chance, right? I'm kinda wondering if I was a bad friend not driving Lynette to the hospital.
About 30 minutes before that I was almost ready to leave the house, asking dad on the phone if I could do some laundry while I'm there. I take some credit card offers to be shredded as well.
10 minutes earlier I'm being awoken by my roommate who tells me she's on her way to meet her dad at the hospital, he was taken in with chest pain. This is a scary thing. She doesn't know where the hospital is, so I give her directions the best I could.
My alarm goes off and I lay there wondering where this pain in my back came from. I must have stretched funny or exerted something funny at some point yesterday. Should I start doing yoga again?
I lay my head on the pillow wondering if sleeping flat on my back will take away the pain in the muscle right below my neck. It doesn't. I really should do some yoga again. He's getting out of surgery about now.
Ten minutes earlier I am crying like a baby as Rudy finally gets to play in a Notre Dame game while his teammates and friends and family cheer him on. Ruuuu Dy. Ruuuu Dy. I'll hang up my laundry tomorrow morning.
2 hours earlier I am at 7 eleven curing my craving for tortilla chips and queso. I don't keep stuff like that in the house, so when I crave it, I gotta go buy it special.
20 minutes earlier I am driving through the Big-I watching the lightning mix with the fireworks in the sky knowing without a doubt that God's way of lighting up the sky is far superior than man's. I wonder if Lynette will be home tonight.
1 hour earlier I am standing in the driveway of mom and dad's house taking turns lighting cute little "showers of sparks" in the street to watch the sparks fly up and immediately north with the wind. I am wondering if we're the only ones in Albuquerque who heeded the fireworks ban and bought stuff that won't go higher than ten feet. I think we are. All around us the "showers of sparks" from neighbors light up the entire sky and pop and explode louder each time. Load number three is in the washer.
2 hours earlier than that I was at the waiting room at the heart hospital trying to be a good friend to my roommate who's father was in emergency surgery. The baby is probably about in its first trimester, like four inches long?
About an hour before that I was in the living room watching a NOVA documentary on The Miracle of Life, learning all about how not only are the sperm highly and specially engineered to fulfill their purpose in life to get the 23 male chromosomes to the egg, but that they are also a loser sort of bunch who constantly mess up. Load number 2 is going in the washer.
A few minutes before that mom and dad and I are talking about how the fallopian tube is only the width of two human hairs, but that the egg travelling through it is the size of a grain of sand. Anyone else see a problem? I'm totally still laughing about the devil bird comment.
About an hour before that we're eating the finest steak dinner I could ever imagine. Charcoal grilled steak with potatoes, corn, broccoli, and something like the best biscuit known to man. Something about eating dinner at home that never changes. They say you can never "go home" again, but you can at my house!!!
An hour before that I'm taking to Grandma Judy on the phone answering the question "now what do you do at work again" for like the tenth time.
That was right after the lady wanted to know what kind of devil bird chirps at night. Have you seen Failure to Launch? Hilarious movie. Two thumbs up.
I got to my parents house and got the laundry started. I only had a few loads, but you gotta do it when you have a chance, right? I'm kinda wondering if I was a bad friend not driving Lynette to the hospital.
About 30 minutes before that I was almost ready to leave the house, asking dad on the phone if I could do some laundry while I'm there. I take some credit card offers to be shredded as well.
10 minutes earlier I'm being awoken by my roommate who tells me she's on her way to meet her dad at the hospital, he was taken in with chest pain. This is a scary thing. She doesn't know where the hospital is, so I give her directions the best I could.
My alarm goes off and I lay there wondering where this pain in my back came from. I must have stretched funny or exerted something funny at some point yesterday. Should I start doing yoga again?
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