Crap

Today is not a stellar day. Today, I managed to really muck some things up. I'm assured by at least two people (one who was there, one who is married to me) that it's not quite as bad as I think...but I don't fully believe them. This was stupid, headstrong and foolish. I really hope I'm not right about long term damage, because this could be a big, big mess up if I am right.

As it is, I don't feel I have anything to apologize for, but I am embarrassed at how things went down. I really hope that this doesn't brand me as some crazy, impulsive preacher's wife.

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There is a phone call I could make, maybe it's a should, maybe not. I'm not sure I want to though.

I've been really bad about phone calls lately. I just realized the other day that I missed calling on a friend's birthday because I wrote down the WRONG MONTH on the calendar. oops. I'm slow to return calls, I'm even slower to initiate calls too. Life is flying by these days, and the pace I'm running at isn't helping.

Back to the phone call though. I'm not really sure what to say. Maybe I just need a nudge or something.

rabid squirrels and suicidal birds

I got home on Sunday from a trip to camp. I was running the Counselor Training weekend (which went very well, I think. At least the evaluation forms the kids filled out indicated they enjoyed it). Rob was busy with work stuff this weekend, so my mom came up with me to be child care. What better way to spend the May long weekend.

Well, did I ever get freaked out. There was a doctor there who asked to share some things with the teens about potential health issues that could arise. You know, things like leeches, ticks, mouse pee, tetanus and rabies. Yes, rabies. Not from bats, mind you, but squirrels and raccoons. I've yet to even see a raccoon since moving away from Vancouver, but I have seen squirrels. Note to self: they may look cute and cuddly, but they are a nasty vermin that could attack at any time. Don't check for foaming at the mouth, just walk away when you see one. You've been warned.

Lucky me had a series of back muscle spasms while I was up at camp - the last time that happened was at Permie training weekend the year oldest kid was a newborn. Fun times...ouch! I'm still hurting from it too, and hoping it feels better soon.

I gave one of the teens a ride home. She lives in our town, and has been affiliated with our church in the past. Really nice girl. We were having a lovely chat about the pros of vegetarian diets, and the evils of commercial farming when we were attacked by the suicidal bird. Ok, perhaps attacked is a strong word. There was a bird, I think it was some kind of duck on the highway. It saw the van, started flapping it's wings and ran right into us. I really did try to avoid hitting it, but it still managed to get itself smoshed under the front wheels of the van. Icky, and somewhat ironic. Thememory of the sound of the bird hitting the van still gives me the shivers.

painted into a corner

We had a basement leak last week. On the boy's birthday eve to be precise. Somewhere between 4 and 6 pm, our sump pump stopped sumping, or pumping, or whatever it does. It was icky, and brought me back very vivid flashbacks to 2005.

Anyhow, it wasn't much water, nothing damaged, all is well. As part of the clean up, we rented a steam cleaner for the downstairs carpets. While we had the cleaner (which was mostly the hubby's idea to do that day, yet I did all the steaming and cleaning - go figure), I thought it might be good to do the couches too.

Never to be one to do something halfway, I steamed and cleaned like mad. I worked my way through our couches, and just kept going.

It was about half way through the basement carpets that I realized that I had just steam cleaned every seat in the house. All of our upholstered dining chairs, all the furniture, everything. Good timing on our part that the church beef supper was the same night, or we would have been picnicking in the (windy) yard.

Some days, my sheer blondness astounds me.