Friday, July 01, 2005
Phone Call from Dad
I forgot to mention that my Dad called yesterday evening. That's not usually big news ... except that he's not a 'phone conversation' kind of person. But he knew yesterday was 'the big day', and he just wanted to let me know that I was being thought of.
I was sitting here on the couch, playing with some earrings. I have three ear piercings - two in my left ear, one in my right... all that I've had for at least 18 years. I couldnt get one of the left earrings in, and had just poked a hole in my earlobe on accident, with a rather pointy earring (and it HURT!!).
The phone rang, and the caller ID said it was my parents calling from Missouri. I didnt realize quite how painful it would be to hold the phone up to my ear (which was now bleeding pretty well) until I tried to answer.
"Ow...hello...ow... hang on ... ow... h... ouch... hi!"
"Hello, we just wanted to see how you were doing. What are you up to?"
"Well, bleeding at the moment, thanks... and in pain." (in my usual cheerful voice)
Dad figured that I was ok, so chuckled at this. He knows I'm prone to .. um .. unusual injuries.
Cutting my nose with a pair of scissors, slicing my face with a pocket knife, getting hit in the head with an iron rake, jumping out of a moving truck and spraining my wrist (you'd think it'd be my ankle, wouldnt ya?), dislocating my knee in London and walking on it for weeks, not to mention all of the bite and claw marks, bruises, well anyway, I could go on ....
My parents are neat people. I sure wish I appreciated them more when I was growing up.
d:)
BTW - the ear is feeling better now, thanks.
I was sitting here on the couch, playing with some earrings. I have three ear piercings - two in my left ear, one in my right... all that I've had for at least 18 years. I couldnt get one of the left earrings in, and had just poked a hole in my earlobe on accident, with a rather pointy earring (and it HURT!!).
The phone rang, and the caller ID said it was my parents calling from Missouri. I didnt realize quite how painful it would be to hold the phone up to my ear (which was now bleeding pretty well) until I tried to answer.
"Ow...hello...ow... hang on ... ow... h... ouch... hi!"
"Hello, we just wanted to see how you were doing. What are you up to?"
"Well, bleeding at the moment, thanks... and in pain." (in my usual cheerful voice)
Dad figured that I was ok, so chuckled at this. He knows I'm prone to .. um .. unusual injuries.
Cutting my nose with a pair of scissors, slicing my face with a pocket knife, getting hit in the head with an iron rake, jumping out of a moving truck and spraining my wrist (you'd think it'd be my ankle, wouldnt ya?), dislocating my knee in London and walking on it for weeks, not to mention all of the bite and claw marks, bruises, well anyway, I could go on ....
My parents are neat people. I sure wish I appreciated them more when I was growing up.
d:)
BTW - the ear is feeling better now, thanks.
# posted by Elims @ 10:36 PM 
