I hate trip planning. In fact, I despise it. Here is a list of things that I also dislike but would prefer doing instead of trip planning:
wash dishes, do laundry, go to the bank to get loonies in order to do laundry, change Russell's poopy diaper, read Samuel Richardson's Clarissa, watch Everybody Loves Raymond, take a cold shower, pour chalk dust on my hands, play with a spider, watch eye surgery, attend a lecture on moral relativism, listen to the soundtrack from There will be Blood, bake a pie, rub my fingertips on newspaper, know the answer to a question in my mind but be unable to access that answer because my child has made me stupid etc...
I think you get the idea. For those of you who enjoy trip planning - please, by all means - plan away! But don't get mad at your partner for not wanting to join in on all the "fun." Just because I don't want to plan doesn't mean I don't love you and that I don't care about the trip. I'm doing other things that you hate to do.
Phew...glad that's off my chest.
J
P.S. This post is about you, Ken.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Zoom, Zoom...Wuah, Wuah, Wuah
I have had an awful realization: our car is the devil!! Or should I say Christine?? Do you remember that movie --"She's the Devil Incarnate. She's Christine. Body by Plymouth. Soul by Satan." Well, just swap Pontiac for Plymouth and you're bang on. Last summer the car broke down in Kamloops while we were on our way to Vancouver Island for our vacation and we had to fork out 2 grand in repairs. The clock display worked the first day we brought it home and hasn't worked since; I often cannot get my keys out of the ignition or switch the shifter from Park into Drive without some fancy fandangling and just the other day we took our car into the shop to be checked out before we drive (yes, I said drive) to Houston only to discover that in order for our car to be considered "safe," we would have to throw away 4,000 dollars - I repeat - 4,000 dollars!!! And that's not the end of it.
Yesterday, I was driving myself and my sister to the hospital to visit my cousin when the front left tire exploded!! Luckily I was close to a parking lot and was able to pull in without causing an accident but then I had to deal with changing the tire. This story gets funnier when you learn that I have never changed a tire before in my life. I've seen Ken do it before, though, and know how to do it in theory; however, I have never actually physically done it. So just to make sure I made my sister get out the instruction manual and read the instructions to me. Thankfully, a good Samaritan by the name of Thomas saw us and thought to himself, if they have to get out the instruction manual they must not know what they're doing. Thank you Thomas - you sweet, sweet man!! He had that donut on in 15 minutes and we were on our way. I'm pretty sure it would have taken my sister and I a good hour to get it done. El Diablo!!!! Lately, I've taken to cursing in Spanish so Russell can't understand me and it's all because of the Pontiac of putrescence. Bleh.
Now we are buying a new car!! Yay. I am so excited and it better treat me right or it's the wrecking yard. Anyone want a devil car??? It's cheap - power everything including free demon possession. Some cars are born bad.
J
Yesterday, I was driving myself and my sister to the hospital to visit my cousin when the front left tire exploded!! Luckily I was close to a parking lot and was able to pull in without causing an accident but then I had to deal with changing the tire. This story gets funnier when you learn that I have never changed a tire before in my life. I've seen Ken do it before, though, and know how to do it in theory; however, I have never actually physically done it. So just to make sure I made my sister get out the instruction manual and read the instructions to me. Thankfully, a good Samaritan by the name of Thomas saw us and thought to himself, if they have to get out the instruction manual they must not know what they're doing. Thank you Thomas - you sweet, sweet man!! He had that donut on in 15 minutes and we were on our way. I'm pretty sure it would have taken my sister and I a good hour to get it done. El Diablo!!!! Lately, I've taken to cursing in Spanish so Russell can't understand me and it's all because of the Pontiac of putrescence. Bleh.
Now we are buying a new car!! Yay. I am so excited and it better treat me right or it's the wrecking yard. Anyone want a devil car??? It's cheap - power everything including free demon possession. Some cars are born bad.
J
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
She Ain't Heavy, She's My Sister
I can't even imagine what it would feel like to be able to run, jump, swim, ride and hike for your entire life and then in one fell swoop - one tragic moment lose that ability indefinitely. How would I react? I have no idea. I can only hope that I would have the courage and determination that my best friend and dear cousin, Katie, has right now because, unfortunately, she has experienced that tragic moment; due to a freak ATV accident she has lost the ability to feel or move anything from her chest down.
It sounds trite and somewhat cliche but I really didn't believe it when my Aunt called me to tell me the news. No way. Her body's just in shock right now - she'll be able to move things perfectly in a few hours. But I guess that's not exactly the way a broken neck and extensive spinal cord damage works...unfortunately.
She was flown into emergency in the Foothills Hospital and, thankfully, I was able to spend the night with her there as her parents wouldn't be able to fly in until the next morning. She joked about how "awesome" it was that we would get to spend a lot of time together now and we chuckled over the fact the EMTs had to cut away her favorite shirt but at least she didn't have holes in her underwear because that would be soooo embarrassing. I held her hand until she was wheeled into the operating room to get some beautiful hardware installed in her neck to repair the fractures. Titanium plates and screws - the newest accessory for Spring was her last joke and I laughed and cried a little at her optimism.
The surgery went well and I am so incredibly happy to say that after surgery, a lung collapse, countless IV bags of dopamine, saline, albumin etc..., oxygen masks, arterial lines, central lines, intubation, respiratory therapy, "Moaning Myrtle" down the hall, low blood pressure, high blood pressure and many many prayers, Katie has taken some big steps on the road to recovery. It's been twelve days but, man, does it ever feel like that accident happened a lifetime ago.
I still believe in miracles - even the slow ones that you have to work like hell for. And every inch of me is pleading that she be one of that 10% that is able to walk again. But if not....well...I'm a very patient person and I think I can wear God down...hahaha!! Think you can help me out?
J
It sounds trite and somewhat cliche but I really didn't believe it when my Aunt called me to tell me the news. No way. Her body's just in shock right now - she'll be able to move things perfectly in a few hours. But I guess that's not exactly the way a broken neck and extensive spinal cord damage works...unfortunately.
She was flown into emergency in the Foothills Hospital and, thankfully, I was able to spend the night with her there as her parents wouldn't be able to fly in until the next morning. She joked about how "awesome" it was that we would get to spend a lot of time together now and we chuckled over the fact the EMTs had to cut away her favorite shirt but at least she didn't have holes in her underwear because that would be soooo embarrassing. I held her hand until she was wheeled into the operating room to get some beautiful hardware installed in her neck to repair the fractures. Titanium plates and screws - the newest accessory for Spring was her last joke and I laughed and cried a little at her optimism.
The surgery went well and I am so incredibly happy to say that after surgery, a lung collapse, countless IV bags of dopamine, saline, albumin etc..., oxygen masks, arterial lines, central lines, intubation, respiratory therapy, "Moaning Myrtle" down the hall, low blood pressure, high blood pressure and many many prayers, Katie has taken some big steps on the road to recovery. It's been twelve days but, man, does it ever feel like that accident happened a lifetime ago.
I still believe in miracles - even the slow ones that you have to work like hell for. And every inch of me is pleading that she be one of that 10% that is able to walk again. But if not....well...I'm a very patient person and I think I can wear God down...hahaha!! Think you can help me out?
J
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