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As If I Didn't Know That

July 04, 2005 ... 10:07 a.m.

Bootsie: “Oh, like yours was blatantly hidden!”

So. This morning. I woke up, stepped out of bed and fell, like a ton of bricks, in exactly the same position that I broke/blew out my knee a few years ago.

Much pain. So much pain. It abated maybe 15 minutes after I fell, but was damn sore all day.

I went to my ENT earlier in the week and was diagnosed with “swimmer’s ear”. My ears would have to go and ruin one of my more enjoyable pastimes. That is so like them.

Saturday was my family reunion. It was so humid. I swear we were dripping. Other than that, it was a pretty food gathering. We had one new baby, Zach. He is 7-months-old and an absolute clone of his two-year-old brother. I held Zach for hours, off and on, all day -- he seemed to enjoy sucking on my hair. Which ... whatever. He was a doll. And he had the prettiest, big brown eyes. Ha ha! That’s my blood, y’all and finally! Getting some brown eyes in the family ... they’re almost all blue eyed. I literally had to wait over a quarter of a century for someone to be born into my family with brown eyes.

Of course, I lost track of the pointed looks and “make me an auntie” pleadings from my sister. It’s beginning to get on my nerves.

One of my great-aunts brought me some family history stuff. I really need to work more on my family history. I have been pretty lazy about it, mostly because my info is so lopsided. Like, I know my grandpa’s side way back to the old country. I know, on Gram’s side, back to my great-great-great-great-uncle who traveled with Brigham Young and helped found Salt Lake City, which is cool. And, on the other side, I know my father’s parents’ names. I don’t know anything factual other than that. It’s kind of embarrassing .

I, as you may be aware, am not well known for my fashion sense. However, I received several compliments Saturday. I wore some suede espadrille-looking shoes, a chocolate brown skirt covered in little squares in colors ranging from a dark teal to a light tan, a teal tank top with lace detailing and silver earrings that tinkled like bells when I moved my head.

You know that Jeff Foxworthy joke -- "If you buy your wife earrings that double as fishing lures, you might be a redneck”? Those are my kind of earrings.

Anyway, my hair was curled and held back with a silver headband. I lost track of how many times I was told my hair was cute or my outfit was cute or that the whole package was cute. I keep telling you people -- I am adorable. I just didn’t realize it was National Fawn Over Eibisch Day.

Which, obviously, should be every day. I’m just glad they all got the memo this year.

The best was when my great-aunt told me that I looked “nicely put together”. This is Cousin#3’s niche -- she always looks nice. This year ... well, I imagine her strength has been seriously waning due to the strain of competing with my powerful cuteness for 28 years. I feel for her, I do, but really ... gym shorts, a torn t-shirt and messy hair? I win. This round. And she knows it. We’ll both have to bring our “A” games to the Memorial Day fish-fry.

Bootsie and I got caught in a storm coming home from the grocery store yesterday. She literally could not see the road. People were swerving all over and all the street lights were out. There was one lull, during whch a bolt of lightning hit the street just a few yards away from us.

Currently Reading: The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell

Listening To: Plain White T’s
... take me away, I’m gonna hurt somebody, take me away right now ...

Have a happy day!

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