my toaster oven caught on fire today. apparantly that’s what happens if you leave toast in too long. the funny thing is that i didn’t put them in any longer than i normally do. when i tried to open the door, flames shot out. my smoke detectors were going crazy (it’s good to test them out every once in a while!), and i couldn’t get the stupid fire extinguisher open. i wasn’t smart enough to use the handy little hose attached to my sink (as joe mentioned after the fact. thanks.), so i threw about three glasses full of water on it, putting out the fire and soaking my kitchen. fabulous.

so now i think my toaster oven is dead. i’m not sure, but it’s drenched and has burn marks all over it. i can’t even look in the window anymore. sigh. what is it with us and fires?

a post *not* about the wedding

i bet you guys can’t wait for the wedding to be over. hehe. then you won’t have to hear about it anymore!

i was a few minutes late for a meeting i covered last night. the road leading to city hall was dug up for construction and barricaded, and i couldn’t find the detour. when i arrived, i walked quickly to the front to get an agenda and sit in the front row. as i was about to pass the first row of chairs, my skirt got snagged on a hook sticking out from the side, and it got pulled partially down.

i could feel the blood rushing up to my face as i wrestled with unhooking my skirt while also trying to pull it back up. it took only about a minute or so — definitely the *longest* minute of my life — and i abruptly sat down and lowered my head. it happened to be a full house, and i wasn’t about to look toward the back. i could see all the council members staring at me. or maybe i was just being paranoid.

now i know what *not* to wear the next time i cover that council meeting.

did someone call 911?

i set off the alarm last night at work.

i arrived back from my meeting, punched in the code and sat down at my desk to look through emails and get my soundbite off my minidisc. all of a sudden i heard siren and alarms, and when i looked down the hall the glare from the light made it look as if the back door was ajar.

i grabbed my phone, car keys and key card and ran outside. i was there alone, and i didn’t know what was going on. i called our station manager and as i was waiting for him to arrive i heard the distant sound of police sirens become louder and louder until i saw two police cars tear onto our street, pull into the parking lot and literally swing up by the sidewalk, jumping out, prepared to secure the building.

“are you here for this building?” i asked, pointing toward the station.

the female officer nodded. “do you work here?”

“yeah. i guess i accidentally set off the alarm.”

“are you sure?”


i had to sign a form stating i had accidentally set off the alarm, and when my manager arrived he walked through to make sure everything was ok. apparantly when i punched in my code i hit alarm rather than off. hehe. guess i should have realized something was wrong when the red light didn’t change to green, but at least we know it works now!


i was watching family fued and the question was “name a famous barbara”. the team that got control of the board got three strikes, so the other family was picking an answer to steal the points.

“i’m going to go with our first presidents wife, barbara washington.”

host richard karns just stood there for a minute.

“i think martha may have a problem with that. she probably didn’t know george was cheating on her with barbara. if that’s there i’ll give you $20,000.”

needless to say it wasn’t there.


i made it through surgery, and yesterday wasn’t so bad. i was bombarded by hospital personnel in my room (the anesthesiologist, two nurses and my doctor) who explained things to me and stuck me with needles until it was time for them to lead me to the operating room. the nurses there were very friendly and they talked to me as they poured the “feel good” solution into iv. the last thing i remember is them asking me where i like to go on vacation.

the next thing i know i’m in the recovery room, hurting and freaking out because i couldn’t swallow. “oh, they had to numb your throat the put the breathing tube in,” the nurse told me.

i didn’t know i was going to have to have a breathing tube.

when i was wheeled back to my room my parents were still there, and one of my brothers had arrived. my other brother couldn’t come because he wasn’t feeling well. on the windowsill was a stuffed lion and a balloon that joe bought me. joe has been so good to me. he said he didn’t leave my room until he knew i was in recovery and was okay. then he and my brother, randy, went to the gift shop to find something for me. he’s such a sweet guy.

yesterday wasn’t too painful today is a completely different story. it hurts to move. it hurts to sit up. it hurts to stand. it hurts to walk. i had three incisions in my abdomen — one in my belly button and two below it on either side of my abdomen. people say, oh, three small incisions aren’t anything. they are when you use your abdomen for everything. think about it. you use it to sit up and to move around in bed, etc. i’ve already taken a percocet and still i’m in pain. combine that with my sore, scratchy throat that makes it very hard for me to talk, and i’m not a happy camper. i may not be able to drive monday. sigh. that means i’ll have to find a ride to my meetings. i just hope this doesn’t recur, like it does in most women. but my doctor made sure to tell my dad (MY DAD) that the birth control i’m on should cause it not to come back. way to go doc.

never a dull moment

joe and i were relaxing on the couch watching sideways last night. i was leaning against him and he had his arms around me. i looked at him, and we started kissing. then CRAAAAAAAAAAACK. he smacked his forehead into my nose. i don’t think i’ve ever heard a crack that loud in my life. my entire nose, from the sides to the bridge, hurt. then my head began to hurt. joe thought he fractured it. he kept checking it for bruising and put a bag of frozen green beans on it. then he laughed at how absured i looked as i held the bag of green beans wrapped in a dish towel against my nose as i tried to watch the movie.

ah, never a dull moment with us.