I often tell people that the days of my life should be measured much like dog years. They say that one year of a dog's life equates to seven of ours. I say that one day of my life equates to seven (or more) of most people's.
For example, since last week:
- Mathews varsity girls WON against West Point last week.
- Mathews varsity girls lost against Middlesex last week.
- I finally took down my Christmas tree and all the decorations and hauled them down to the basement! (...while uttering words that should never, ever be associated with Christmas.)
- My daughter took down my father in an unfortunate incident in a parking lot.*
- I finally bought a new-to-me car!
- My old car, which goes to my daughter, is really acting up and needs lots of work.
- I don't have to drive to work today!
- I do have to drive 45 miles to Newport News to finalize the purchase of aforementioned vehicle.
- I survived turning 50 and managed to clean up all the remnants of the celebration, which included several boxes of recycling that had to be hauled to the dump.
- I hope to survive another friend's 50th birthday being celebrated this weekend in Virginia Beach.
- I jogged about 5 miles on Saturday after having taken off over a week due to cold/ice/everything.
- I signed Baby Sis and I up for another half marathon in March.
- I'm in the beginning phases of planning a Spring Break college tour for Daughter and her classmate Brian.
I could keep going with the list, but that's a start.
*My father is fine, that's the good news. The not-so-good news when it happened was after the West Point basketball game, which was a hard-fought win, Daughter, eager to get home, went out to warm up the car while my parents made their way out of the gymnasium. Daughter remained in the driver's seat. I climbed into the front passenger seat. My mother climbed into the back seat. My father was in the process of climbing into the back seat when Daughter--who later declared she'd heard "doors slam shut"-- decided to put the car in drive and proceed forward. My father's head got caught in the door, Daughter drove over not one but both of his feet, he careened backwards and hit his head on the pavement.
Although shaken initially, he's fine.
The rest of us, however, are scarred for life.
The End.
5 comments:
The fact that CB daughter did not immediately swear off driving ever AGAIN is testament to her well-centered optimism and life goals...after all, what of the chances of almost doing in her granddad in such a fashion again? The fact that her mother has survived said incident speaks to her immense inner strength. Congratulations on getting another car ! May it hold up long and well, and good luck with the coming week...hopefully calmer and less eventful.
LLC
Um, sorry about all that recycling! Hopefully despite that huge pile you smiled with happy memories of the party we sprung on you.
Send that girl to driver's ed!!!
frightening
First Photo is Awesome! Hope your Dad is feeling better...
Oh my gosh!!! I bet she will always ask from now on, "is everyone in?" My father-in-law did something similar to me over the holidays but I managed to jump out of the way in time.
I bet the recycling boxes were full of wine bottles, weren't they?!! Hahahaha.
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