My Short Story.

I got a phone call that every mother dreads last night. "We are headed to the Emergency Room." My stomach dropped through the floor and for one brief moment, nothing existed on the planet but my son.

"What is going on?"

"Alec fell and he keeps complaining about his elbow hurting." I can barely make this out as I hear crying and screaming in the background. I know he is talking louder than a whisper, but my highly tuned mommy senses know that my baby's cries are all I can bare to stand.

"The Avon ER? I'm there."

"Well I have to wait..."

"It doesn't matter, I'm there."

"On Erin to get here for Cooper."

"I'll see you when you get there."

All I could think about was the story I was told many many times many many moons ago. Alec's father went through the same thing at about the same age. He shattered his elbow climbing a tree. He had many surgeries, and the doctors couldn't promise anything. Well as we know he is fine, but there were many sleepless nights on his mother's behalf, praying that her son would be okay. I turned my eyes up, and prayed a small prayer as I passed the parking lot of the hospital.

I could hear my son asking for me as I walked up to the truck. I scanned the body of my toddler, checking to make sure everything "looked" intact. I know every fiber, every inch of that child, down to the freckle on his pointer finger and small birth mark on his shin. He seemed okay, no tears on his cheeks, but fear and anguish in his eyes. My heart broke.

"How are you feeling sweetie?"

"My elbow hurts, Mommy."

"I heard that you fell. That's why I'm here sugar. We are going to go in this building and the nice doctors are going to help the pain go away."

"Okay," a tiny, small, defeated voice echoed back in the hallway.

The visit was short. We were there only an hour and a half. All the doctors fell in love with the blonde haired, blue eyed angel. They brought sticker, graham crackers, saltines, cheese, and juice just to see the tiny smile on his cherub cheeks.

My heart swelled with pride when one of the nurses introduced Josh and I to the X-ray tech as Alec's wonderful parents. A small victory for me. I loved hearing these words.

"It's not broken." I loved hearing these words even more. "It seems like there might be some fractures in the bone. We are going to wrap him up in a temporary cast, and you will go see an orthopedic surgeon tomorrow or Friday to see what is exactly going on."

I breathed a sigh of relief. We were going to be okay. My son was going to be okay.

Musical Monday: Lilly Allen

Like the color purple, or any sight of an elephant, makes me nostalgic.

Then I hear this and laugh...ha.

Titillating Tuesday: Donkey for Sale

Young Chuck, moved to Texas and bought a Donkey from a farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the Donkey the next day. The next day he drove up and said, 'Sorry son, but I have some bad news, the donkey died.'

Chuck replied,
'Well, then just give me my money back.'

The farmer said,
'Can't do that. I went and spent it already.'

Chuck said,
'Ok, then, just bring me the dead donkey.'

The farmer asked,
'What ya gonna do with him?

Chuck said,
'I'm going to raffle him off.'

The farmer said,
You can't raffle off a dead donkey!'

Chuck said,
'Sure I can, Watch me...I just won't tell anybody he's dead.'

A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked, 'What happened with that dead donkey?'

Chuck said,
'I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $898.00.'

The farmer said,
'Didn't anyone complain?'

Chuck said,
'Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.'
Chuck now works for the government.

Musical Monday: American Bang

Thanks Steve for finding them for me. Can't wait to see them on the 5th!!!!

Sarcastic Sunday: Sarah Haskins

I love Sarah Haskins. LOVE HER!!!

Silly Saturday

I am soooo glad Keith is back. Don't get me wrong, I really like Racheal but she is no Keith. If I could only find a Keith in Indy...a man who is funny, likes politics, AND sports. *sigh*

It's good to have you back from vacation Keith.

Friday

So here’s the deal. I am forced to watch a half an hour of T.V. everyday while I’m running at the gym. I say forced because it’s on, I’m running on a treadmill, and it’s not like the building in front of the window is interesting. I normally try to watch sports center, but my music only allows me to look up every once and a while, and I usually just miss the scoop. I have taken to watching the Today’s show, or whatever show Kathy Lee Gifford is on now. NOT that I like Kathy Lee, it is funny to see her talking to Marilyn Manson. I digressed…

I looked up today and saw a commercial. Yeah, I know, not stop the press worthy, but this commercial was geared towards women. There were a bunch of skinny waifs running around in spandex eating….Jello? Oh yes…jello. The commercial went on and on about how it’s low in calories and carbs, blah, blah, blah. Then they did the whole wiggly thing or jiggly whatever. My mind says, “sure it’s low in calories, but I have plenty things on my body that jiggles without the jello.” UGH. I can see marketing Jello to kids, it’s fun, has bright colors, and chalked full of sugar and bad things. Marketing it to women to show they can be skinny while eating their kids candy? I’m in the gym trying to work off my jiggles, not make more.

So there is one of my problems with commercials. Do you have any commercials that bother you?

Thirsty Thursday Reader

Time to do your part. Read, sign, learn, and most of all enjoy.


Ugh. When I read this, I hear, "Go beat your wife in the name of the Lord." What a shame.

Fox trashes Michelle Obama...again. Help stop it by signing this petition.

I love this video. This is one of the many reasons why I will not be voting for John McCain come Novemeber.


Apparently only hetero-normative married couples can raise children in happy healthy homes. I say booo to you John McCain. My son is amazing, and he doesn't live in a married home.

Help support good feminist literature. I know we are all struggling, but what does it say about us when the "good" magazines fail when the others thrive. Save your dollar and buy these magazines instead of the "Star" and other crap.

Help stop violence against all women, esp ones of color. Sign this petition.

One of my all time favorite sex education sites has a new video up. I really can't wait till Alec is old enough to enjoy and learn from fun things like this.

Musical Monday: Hot Legs

Ahhhh, My childhood was never the same.

I love ya honey. Wearing me out =)

Titillating Tuesday: Wanted ad

So I've been talking to some friends and they are trying to talk me into putting a wanted ad in the paper. Just for jokes mind you. But it still got me thinking about what is it I really want? I sat up last night (oh really? It surprised you that I didn't sleep?) and decided to write. This is my attempt at a personal ad, I think it's funny.

Must love coffee
Likes to read newspapers on sunday
Enjoyes rock climbing, running, and sports
Likes music of all kinds
Will eat anything
Loves rainy days and mondays
Must love toddlers.

Musical Monday: In the cold, cold night

Just a little White Stripes for you to enjoy today. =)