Coming to you from the Lovely London Hospital

And thank you Lisa for the update. I don't know how lucid I will be as at the moment I'm enjoying the lovely side effects of major painkillers like morphine and percocets and being very damned glad we have free health care in this country.

Yes indeed, I did fight the war and plywood won. Last Tuesday morning - not yesterday but a week ago yesterday I was rushing down the stairs and neglected to move the plywood at the bootom, followed by 2 cdn flags and a full size plywood door and just step over the one piece. HA!! An accident waiting to happen it was. I tripped and fell and RIGHT AWAY knew I'd broken my leg in a couple of places - NOT like one of the paramedics suggested and sprained my foot!! It was about 7:45 and Brent was working a 12 hour shift that day. I was down for the day I tell you, COULD NOT MOVE AT ALL. Around 10:30 shock started hitting and and I got a very good case of the shakes. And all I had on was underpants. I don't normally call it that word - I use underWEAR but I don't wan't anyone thinking I had a bra on. It was downstairs in the dryer I didn't mke it to along with all my other clothes. So I managed to pull the candadian flags down and wrap them around myself trying to keep warm while I watited and prayed for someone to show up. 'Cause it was cold and I hAD THE shakes even though it was one of the hottest days of the year. In between waves of pain, I was thinking this would make a great story - me losing the battle to plywood, me wrapped up in not 1 but 2 good old patriotic Canadian flags to try and keep warm until help arrived. I did hear the lawn care guy and started yelling at one point. But I had the air on and they had their mowers on and didn't hear me.

But finally around 1:30 an angel arrived. You see, the phone had been ringing all morning, but since I had a BROKEN LEG I couldn't answer it. They had been worried about me at work since I hadn't called in sick - I aways do that and they were just about to call a meeting with HR to see about sending someone over to see if I was OK. (have a meeting? I dearly loved this place I work but they are meeting crazy. Allison said screw it - it was lunch hour and she was just going to drive over. Thankfully Brent hadn't left the door locked when he left for work and she heard me screaming and she just walked right in!! After asking her if she could get me a cigarette - it had been some long trying hours, though I've decided now is th perfect time to quit, I asked her to call an ambulance, that I couldn't move my leg and I'd broken it and asked her to get my my housecoat so I could at least cover the Canadian Flags when the paramedics arrived. I'm not sure how long it took, but it didn't seem long at all. Sadly though, they decided that I was in such a situation (bottom of the stairs, couldn't move, broken leg, that they would have to call the firemen. Did they have to I asked?? I mean they would probably see stuff that I didn't want complete strangers to see! The one paramedic answered they'd seen just about all of it, at which I replied probably so, but they hadn't seen mine! Pain was most likely making me mouthy. SIX firemen showed up - note firemen - not firewomen who could relate to the humiliations of being caught with no drawers on and no bra - I mean just drawers - drawers are undepants aren'y they. I didn't notice if any of them were gorgesous or not - the firemen - ntot the drawers or bras. I was next to naked, wrapped up in two Canadian flags and in quite severe pain. Though I do remember thinking one slightly resembeled Tiger Woods - with a MUCH better hair style. I' ve always thought Tigers hair was missing something and just a very meh style. Now of course we realize it was a brain to go under that hat.

|But - this is too good a story to write all in one night and the really good meds are obviously showing their disavantages. But I'm back blogging and will finish up next time!

Assorted *updated*

This is a mish mash of links and stuff

First off - once again, be sure to visit Orianna to see what she is up to.

And here are a couple more thoughts on Broken Wing.

First from Apprentice Writer. She emailed me a while ago and I apologize for taking so long to recognize her review. But - she really enjoyed it.

And next from Renee of Renee Read Romance who checks in with her thoughts. We share very similar thoughts on a lot of books and I've been waiting to see what she thought of this one!!!!!

And now for the other book I can't say enough about. Leslie of Leslie's Psyche is having a contest for a chance to win a copy of The Madness of Lord Ian MacKenzie. Be sure to visit and enter 'cause this is one heck of a wonderfully, fabulous book!!

And finally - Happy Mothers Day to all the moms.

Today is mothers day and the boys (though at 30 and 28 they aren’t really boys anymore) are taking their mama out for dinner. In honour of Mother’s Day and to show why they make me laugh, here’s a recent conversation I had with Ryan. Keep in mind neither are married and neither (at least at the moment) have serious girlfriends – much to my dismay. When we stopped at two kids, I resigned myself to the fact that I’d have to wait for a daughter-in-law for the daughter I wanted. So far they aren’t cooperating in this long held plan)

Ryan was telling me how he’s seeing two women at the moment – one a ‘party’ girl who is only interested in playing – if you get my drift - and one who doesn’t want to meet his mother; the other a nice girl who is interested in establishing a relationship with a future. He was saying that he’s going to have to make up his mind very soon as it wasn’t fair to them to have two (um – ya think?) on the string. Girl two is the kind you would bring home to Mama – guess which one I’m routing for? Neither of them live in our city so I was curious……

Mama: So, how did you meet them?

Ryan: On e-harmony

Mama: (who is cheap) Don’t you have to pay for that?

Ryan: Yeah, it cost about $60.

Me: So um, how exactly does it work?

Ryan: (with much suspicion in his voice): Why? You’re not thinking of signing up are you?

Mama: Well, it might be nice to meet someone who I could go out for dinner with and to the occasional show – that kind of thing.

Ryan: Don’t you have girlfriends you can do that kind of thing with??

Mama: Well, yeah – I do, but it’s not really the same thing.

Ryan: If you say another word, just one more word, I’m leaving and not coming back!! Besides, I thought you got over that kind of thing when you were in your fifties.

Mama: (howling inside because after three years ‘this kind of thing’ is alive and kicking – if you know what I mean) Well, let me just tell you Ryan, remember this conversation and when you hit your fifties, tell me if you are ‘over it’

(I think he won't be - heh heh heh)

Update

It seems that despite thinking his Mama shouldn't need a sex life, he got me a Mother's Day gift that made me laugh (and laugh and laugh)

Yes, this is what he got me.