I composed the most wonderfully witty and wise post earlier this evening. The storm was just starting to brew outside. I knew that I would soon need to turn off the computer. I only had a few more thoughts to add when BOOM! I jumped, the dogs jumped, and all that was electric stopped. I knew that lightening had struck. My first concern was that a fire would develop. My bother and his girlfriend had lightening strike their place once. A fire began immediately. Chaddy is at Spencer's Ridge so I called my parents. Mom said that yes, it sounded like lightening and reminded me about the time it hit their living room. A little while later they came by and Pop discovered that it had only tripped the breaker. Apparently the surge protector had done it's job. Whew! The only unfortunate part of the whole ordeal was the lost blog post. So, I will make yet another attempt. While I'm sure I will not be able to capture all of the humor of the last attempt, I'm going to give it a shot!
I was recently introduced to Ben Gay. I had never used the foul smelling ointment. This week, however, my shoulder/neck area has hurt very badly. My friend forced me to buy some and give it a try. Of course, being the frugal gal I am, I actually bought the Equate brand. I amazed by its warm healing power! Let me just fill you in on some of my medical past. Normal ailments usually avoid me, leaving way for all of the weird stuff to come my way. Let's take the calcified bone chip that took up residence in my elbow joint for instance. How many people do you know that's had that happen? I'm guessin' I may be the only one. The doctors all thought it was quite an oddity. The first doctor to find it called everyone in the office into the exam room to look at the x-ray. He was amazed that I still had range of motion. Of course I didn't have that range of motion all the time. No, that's what got me to the doctor's office. My arm would draw up to my chest. Not good. I had to have all sorts of tests to check for nerve damage. The doctor that removed the golf ball sized bone chip thing asked if he could keep it. That surgury is how I ended up with my one and only stitch. That's right...stitch. Most people have had stitches, I have had a stitch. I have also been in many car accidents. Now, I have always been the passenger and it's never the fault of the driver I'm with, but it seems to happen fairly often. The first wreck you're in you think, "Whew! I've been in a bad wreck. That'll never happen again!" Then when you're in the second one you think, "Okay, that's really never going to happen again. What are the chances?" Then you find out that the chances must be pretty good when you find yourself in the third wreck. After that you pretty much think you'll be in a wreck every time you climb into a vehicle. So, the first wreck I was in is what caused the left shoulder/neck injury. A bedliner from a long bed Dodge truck came careening toward our car. We took several spins down I-44 before coming to rest against the concrete median. In all of my infinate wisdom I thought it would be a good idea to brace myself against the dash with my left arm. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, don't brace yourself against the dash. It will hurt. It will hurt forever. I do alright as long as I don't sit for long periods of time. After sitting through Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in the second row of a side section I was in pain. That's where the Ben Gay (read cheap Equate brand) comes in. Seriously, I'm loving it! I am beginning to enjoy it's scent. It reminds me of the little white candy hearts on Valentine's Day. Chaddy doesn't really care for it though.
Speaking of Chaddy...He is at Spencer's Ridge having a Guy Weekend. They had a float trip planned for today along with fishing and lots of beer drinking I'm sure. Chaddy got a Mr. Beer for his birthday. He has been brewing his own beer. How redneck is that! I really do have a Keg In the Closet. Now all I need is pizza on the floor left over from the night before!
Redneck...That brings me to our very own Redneck Diva. There is this contest over at The Real Sam Johnson Show for the Miss RSJS. The Diva is a contestant. She must win. She deserves to win. Okay, so I don't really know what would make one deserve to win this particular contest, but she really wants to win. We all know that what a Diva wants she must have! Go over and vote! I've never figured out how to link, so I'll just leave the address. Oh yeah, here's a hint. You may have to refresh the page just after opening it to see the poll on the right.
I have been out at the Big Fancy Casino. I didn't win. I spent the ten that I won at the Turtle last night though. I'm not really out anything. My parents and some of their friends came in about the time we were getting ready to leave. They had been to one of the other casinos and hadn't won anything there either. Their friend is a supervisor at the BFC and they stopped by to make sure that all of his employees had shown up for their shifts. He asked when I would be coming "home". As in back to work at the BFC. I will not. I enjoyed working there, don't get me wrong. It just got to be too much. Still, it's nice to be missed.
I'm still blogging at 1:00 in the morning because when Chaddy's not here I can't sleep. I didn't sleep at all last night. I slept from 8:00 to noon this morning. He'll be home tomorrow. My girls think that they have to be watch dogs when I'm here by myself. The bark and growl at every little sound. I've tried to explain that we have a security system. I've told them that we're okay until the sirens go off. I've even told them that if the sirens do go off the police will be here within minutes. They don't seem to care though. They just want to protect me.