I broke it

I broke Tim's plane... the second time I touched it. It's his favorite toy and I broke it. Apparently there are some specifics that you need to know for it to take off. Like if Tim says it'll be OK that does not negate the fact that I am still a one of-a-kind extreme super klutz extraordinaire. The plane hit the ground at full throttle, knocked the cockpit cover off which flew backwards and ran into the propeller cutting it in half. Word to the wise my friends, if you want to have nice things don't let me get any where near them.

Iphone

I dropped my Iphone in a puddle and didn't notice for 3 hours.

This is why I can't have nice things!

I don't deserve an Iphone.

RIP
Emily's Iphone
Aug 9, 2010 - Jan 15, 2011
Only 4 months but It was true love

I wish I could say it was only mostly dead - There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead

Here we go again

Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, Today I broke my nose. Yes, you read correctly. I fell down the attic stairs and landed on my head. Fear not God was on it. We have deduced that I am blessed to be alive yet again. And yet again I am not without the scars. The back of my head hit a table first and threw my head into my latest upholstery piece that just happens to be stripped to the frame right now. We have also deduced that my glasses saved a major portion of my face and quite possibly my eyeball from serious disaster. Yet those same glasses broke, gashed my face, leaving shards of lens that had to be plucked from my nose / brow bone, and left ten stitches along with some serious color in their wake. As we were telling my medical history to the doctoral student ... well you can imagine. We got a couple of "wait-I-can't-write-that-fast"'s and several "noway.-really?"'s I came home and read a note from a college friend I haven't seen in Years "God put you on my heart..." that made me smile. The garage sale we had this morning we sold almost nothing but made 40 dollars "coincidentally" the amount of the urgent care copay. Marmie is coming to see me and that feels better but my nose was radiated in '92 so bone healing may be an issue because of that. Tim said while we were waiting "I think you have outdone your mom in the 'grace'[fulness] department" But I'm not gonna blame it all on Mom seeing as how the last member of the family in the ER was Daddy. He walked into a Door.
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Whoops, nope the last family member in the ER was me, I dehydrated myself.

today

I just can't seem to get started. I have a million things to do, not the least of which is cleaning out the garage, but I guess I just feel like I won't make any progress on any of them, so I am not moving. Either way, I am getting NOTHING done today. Maybe I will go shopping. ... Crap, I don't really need anything. Except a pottery wheel, which I have no room for because my garage is a wreck. Can anyone feel my pain?

Maintenance

I don't know what it is about me that makes me really like to take things apart and put them back together.... Yes I do It's Daddy. Daddy said once "I figure if someone else can do it so can I"

That is how it starts. Well I was in one of those moods. Our air conditioner was making a funny noise the other day. We have not been running it much lately but I wanted to turn it on today so I thought it fitting to go check it out.


Arn't we good maintainers? So I came back inside and watched a video where the dude had taken off the outside cover to wash down the fins. We have never done that. Peeking through the ribs in the cover made me realize... well see for yourself.


FYI that all turns to mud when you get it wet. You then find yourself standing in swampland thinking "I should have seen this coming." Now I am waiting for the swamp to sink in. I sure hope this will fix that noise. Probably not, but I feel absolutely certain it is what caused it in the first place.


Update: didn't fix the noise but the house gets cooler much faster. Don't quite know what to do now.

Dirty old men

Funny thing happened on the "Meals on Wheels" route Linda and I volunteered for yesterday. It was one of our last stops and I got out to take the meal in. In this particular house I had to walk past the old man in his recliner to put the meal on the table. As I passed he stuck out his hand to greet me and began going on and on about how sweet I was and he was so thankful and he pulled me down and kissed me on the cheek. I thought nothing of it except that my shirt was not appropriate for bending down in front of old men, oh well. I continued to the table, he kept talking "Yur new aren't ya."
"yes" I replied "just filling in today"
"This yur first time here?"
"Well, my first time here," he grabbed my hand again as I passed to go back "My first time to get a kiss" I said as he again pulled me to him this time hooking me with his other hand.
"Well Give Us a REAL Kiss"
He did not just say that I thought "I don't think my husband would appreciate that" I said as my shirt gaped open again from the angle at which he was holding me down. At this time he began to apologize for his comment, yet not without letting me go.

About 5 good solid seconds into this 15 second apology with his eyes darting from my face down my shirt I stopped fighting and thought OK dude there it is get a good long look, you might as well look until you're finished.

I left his house feeling a bit violated but laughing hysterically and remembering how when I put the shirt on that morning I had actually thought This shirt can't be trusted, ah it's OK I will be in a sweater all day anyway. Note to self - listen to the little voices when there is a possibility you may run into dirty old men. LOL

A LA ... WHO?

For last night's sensational "A la Emily Casserole" I have a few people to thank.

First, My sweet Grandmother, for the amazing "homemade Cream of Chicken" recipe and countless other recipes, that she could actually locate ... while I was standing there! For example:

Emily:

"Grandmother, do you have a recipe fo-

Grand mother:

"YES, and you should try this one too.
Have I given you the one for... and what about... Here I'll help you copy them.
Ok, what else, surely there is something we're forgetting."

You can obtain recipes by going to: Grandmother @ Grandmothers house in Abilene.

Second, to Mom, for teaching me that "A La Dianne" is limited only to what you have in your kitchen, but not limited to Dianne. "A La Dianne" nights usually went something like this:

Emily:

"Hey Mom, What's for Dinner?"

Mom:

"A La Dianne"

Emily:

"What's that"

Mom:

"Well... It's ... um ... Roast, and um,
corn and peas, ...carrots ...um, some gravy, and you spoon it on bread"

Emily:

"MOM, this is AMAZING we need to have this again"

(Later that Month)

Emily:

"Hey Mom, What's for dinner?"

Mom:

"A La Dianne"

Emily:

"Oh I like that. What is it again?"

Mom:

"Well, ... it's ... Chicken, and... um...
OH Emily, would you tell me what canned goods are in the pantry.

Emily:

"Cream of Chicken and corn and green beans..."

Mom:

"Oh good, get all that out, it all goes in 'A La Dianne'"

It was years before I caught on.

AND Finaly my one and only Daddy, for proving that you may not get it right the first time but it won't kill you regardless.

Daddy:

"Hey Em, come try this croissant... Now you had the one yesterday, Right?"

Emily:

"Yeah"

Daddy:

"Ok, now that one tasted great, but it wasn't flaky enough, now try this one..."

(confussion sweeps across Emily's face)

Daddy:

"Yeah I know, It tastes terrible, BUT It's FLAKY!"

There's nothing like Daddy's eyes when he is on the verge of figuring out a puzzle.
(Yes, McKay's bakery croissants are an "A La Bobby")

So, to all of you reading out there take a lesson from the Pros and branch out, there might be something worth eating in your pantry after all. But to my family, Thanks, I owe you big time ;)

Blessings
Emily