I'm going to share a personal secret with you: If I ever say that to you DO NOT take the bet. I will win. No doubt. No margin for error. It is carved in stone. As you know, the bragging rights and the pride of besting someone are so much more important than the bet itself so the quarter is a minor detail. But I don't lose my quarters no matter how insignificant they may seem to you.
I was ironing this weekend providing the perfect opportunity to let my mind wander. I began to review my life over the last five years. What was so startlingly evident was the about-face changes I had made....180's where,without question, I would have lost my quarters. Here are a few.
I would have called you *!*CRAZY*# if you would have bet me that I would attend the contemporary church service instead of the traditional. I have always loved the comfort of being led to-about-the-same-pew every Sunday morning by an usher you knew, following the predictable pattern of the service, listening to the sermon from the lectern, having the choirs share music, the congregation singing the wonderful old hymns. More often now I sit in a folding chair, listen to a band, read the words off a screen for the songs we sing. I have found for me it's good to shake the old cobwebs out of our spiritual life. (Psst! I will admit I do have to slip back into the sanctuary every once in a while to get my hymn-fix. Love those beautiful melodies.)
Me?? Exercise??? Let along join a gym!?? Now think. Remember me in gym class? I was the one who did not want to be there. Had no interest in jumping over the gymnastics horse or trying to stand on my head or getting sweaty and having (yes, it was enforced) to take that stupid shower before going to the next period. My hand put out to accept your quarter was a sure thing. Yet here I am three times a week (at least) riding the bike, doing the treadmill, going through my routine on the machines. And absolutely loving it. Very scary.
How many times I have scoffed at the colors of brown and green used for interior decoration. Couldn't even stand the thought. I grew up in the 60's and "Early American" was popular. Eagles, browns, oranges, greens and heavily napped carpeting. UGH. But forty years later I have discovered a rich, elegant tone of Taupe that is makes-my-teeth-hurt incredibly gorgeous to me and Sage Greens-quiet, calming shades that have poked a hole in that "Eck!! Green!" bubble I had erected.
Drink diet pop? I'd rather cut off my arm first. The after-taste was enough to make me forget my thirst. Now? Give me that Diet Dr.Pepper. I am not kidding you. Pure and simple: I am addicted.
Make my living in sales?? You are insane??!? Talk about make-my-skin-crawl-go-hide-in-my-closet-no-I-will-not-you-can't-make-me absolute abhorance. I hated selling Girl Scout cookies. Dreaded the community canvas Donut Sale for my high school band. Knocked on doors in my neighborhood selling annual subscriptions to our local paper. Every time I drug my feet to the houses on my street and posed the perverbial question in my own special way: "You don't want to buy (cookies, subscription or donuts), do you? Everyone always answered "Why yes!I've been expecting you!" in a most joyous manner. (gag) And here I am collecting a paycheck, looking forward to each day, interacting with my customers and the goals I set for myself.
Think about your own life changes. There have been a few, haven't there? Some shockers even. Ones you never thought would happen. Probably will be some more before your life is over. (Hmmm) I just betcha.....
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Mid Life Crisis
My friends were freaking out when they turned 30 -- I laughed at them. To the their faces.
My friends were spazzing out when they reached the age of 40 -- I scoffed in their presence.
When I turned 50 my mortality smacked me right in the face. My friends got their revenge.
I have not changed my eating habits. My weight remains the same. Yet this body of mine is daily changing before my eyes. My shape is developing bumps/lumps that are driving me absolutely loony.
Gray hairs are popping out all over. I look in the mirror each morning to see another one staring at me from an eyebrow that I swear was not there yesterday. My tweezers are getting a workout.
I have annoying aches and pains in my lower back, a couple finger joints and my heart does a few strange rhythms every so often.
I look back at my 20's, 30's and 40's and wonder why I didn't do a little more of "this" or "that".
I am debating when to cut my hair. You know "older" ladies just don't wear longer locks.
I have started taking vitamins and supplements I had not heard of two years ago like Glucosamine Chondroitin, Omega3 Fish Oil and baby aspirin.
I joined a gym. Me. In a gym. Mind boggling.
The two piece bathing suit has permanently left my reality. Tank suits here I come!!
I have to tell you I am NOT liking the physicality of this growing older stuff. Not one little bit. I am grappling with the fact that it is my turn to experience what I can do nothing to stop. Zip Nada. To use a favorite expression of mine from years past which sums up my current struggles perfectly -- "This is really yucky!!!"
My friends were spazzing out when they reached the age of 40 -- I scoffed in their presence.
When I turned 50 my mortality smacked me right in the face. My friends got their revenge.
I have not changed my eating habits. My weight remains the same. Yet this body of mine is daily changing before my eyes. My shape is developing bumps/lumps that are driving me absolutely loony.
Gray hairs are popping out all over. I look in the mirror each morning to see another one staring at me from an eyebrow that I swear was not there yesterday. My tweezers are getting a workout.
I have annoying aches and pains in my lower back, a couple finger joints and my heart does a few strange rhythms every so often.
I look back at my 20's, 30's and 40's and wonder why I didn't do a little more of "this" or "that".
I am debating when to cut my hair. You know "older" ladies just don't wear longer locks.
I have started taking vitamins and supplements I had not heard of two years ago like Glucosamine Chondroitin, Omega3 Fish Oil and baby aspirin.
I joined a gym. Me. In a gym. Mind boggling.
The two piece bathing suit has permanently left my reality. Tank suits here I come!!
I have to tell you I am NOT liking the physicality of this growing older stuff. Not one little bit. I am grappling with the fact that it is my turn to experience what I can do nothing to stop. Zip Nada. To use a favorite expression of mine from years past which sums up my current struggles perfectly -- "This is really yucky!!!"
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Truly Profound
Do you ever find yourself literally spellbound by an intense truth or reality? Has a universal concept really sunk through the layers of your life and finally made you catch your breath? The actually of what this thought represents seriously jolts your brain so that you must physically stop what you are doing and take the time to let your consciousness wrap itself around the WHAT and the HOW? Contrasted to the proverbial light bulb comes on adage which plucks a "dah-moment" cord for the masses, I am talking about very personal and introspective "whoa" moments. Let me share some of mine with you and see if you have, as well, experienced similar mind-stopping situations.
I worked out in the yard yesterday afternoon preparing the garden for the winter. I was cutting back the clumps of Sedum and came in contact with the extremely sharp canes left over from last year's harvest. These woody stems are very much like bamboo stalks and I expect are reminiscent of the slivers pushed under fingernails for torturous purposes....at least that is what my skin was screaming at me. (I know, I know...wear garden gloves and I would have avoided the muliple cuts I now sport. Hey, I was in a hurry and intended to have the job done in quick time.) When I had put all the stems in the yard bag, I noticed the small gouges and thought how nice my hands would be looking at work on the morrow(ha)....but then it hit me. In a week or so my skin will look as if nothing happened. No scabs. No scars. Perfectly healed. No trace of any tears at all. How incredible is that??!? As soon as the epideral layer was cut the cells had begun to rebuild and replace and repair. Think about that. I didn't tell them to do their job. There was no memo or email or text message or meeting. Our bodies are mind-boggling machines filled with constant life forces all directed by microscopic masterminds directing every complicated mission our very breath depends on. Wow.
The fact that two itsy-bitsy cells unite and our race is procreated in infinite detail is crazy.
Look up at the sky on a dark, clear night and gaze at the stars and planets glow back at you knowing that the light you see left that surface years ago traveling at the speed of over a hundred thousand miles per second. Or experience a glorious meteor shower or look at an lunar eclipse through a huge telescope. Leaf through pages of a magazine showing photos of the Milky Way from the Hubble telescope. Now do you feel like a little tiny piece of this mind-blowing puzzle?
Think of the life of the one man who saved mankind by sacrificing his own through his pure and unselfish love. Then consider all of the others who have willingly given theirs following his example.
All miracles. All gifts. Truly, in the purest form, awesome.
I worked out in the yard yesterday afternoon preparing the garden for the winter. I was cutting back the clumps of Sedum and came in contact with the extremely sharp canes left over from last year's harvest. These woody stems are very much like bamboo stalks and I expect are reminiscent of the slivers pushed under fingernails for torturous purposes....at least that is what my skin was screaming at me. (I know, I know...wear garden gloves and I would have avoided the muliple cuts I now sport. Hey, I was in a hurry and intended to have the job done in quick time.) When I had put all the stems in the yard bag, I noticed the small gouges and thought how nice my hands would be looking at work on the morrow(ha)....but then it hit me. In a week or so my skin will look as if nothing happened. No scabs. No scars. Perfectly healed. No trace of any tears at all. How incredible is that??!? As soon as the epideral layer was cut the cells had begun to rebuild and replace and repair. Think about that. I didn't tell them to do their job. There was no memo or email or text message or meeting. Our bodies are mind-boggling machines filled with constant life forces all directed by microscopic masterminds directing every complicated mission our very breath depends on. Wow.
The fact that two itsy-bitsy cells unite and our race is procreated in infinite detail is crazy.
Look up at the sky on a dark, clear night and gaze at the stars and planets glow back at you knowing that the light you see left that surface years ago traveling at the speed of over a hundred thousand miles per second. Or experience a glorious meteor shower or look at an lunar eclipse through a huge telescope. Leaf through pages of a magazine showing photos of the Milky Way from the Hubble telescope. Now do you feel like a little tiny piece of this mind-blowing puzzle?
Think of the life of the one man who saved mankind by sacrificing his own through his pure and unselfish love. Then consider all of the others who have willingly given theirs following his example.
All miracles. All gifts. Truly, in the purest form, awesome.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
They Come and They Go....
Tuesday night there was a message on the answering machine which was both unexpected and delightful. It was a man's voice and he didn't identify himself at the beginning. As I listened to his tone and words my memory was working overtime. I recognized the phrasing and timbre and it instinctively felt really "good" as I feverishly flipped through the brain's filing system to put a name with the noise, so to speak. I spoke his name just as he stated his name.
This gentleman was a coworker and friend back in the '90's who had moved to California to pursue career opportunities. The memories of working together flowed over me and I "grew" a big smile as each significant remembered moment flashed on the screen in my head. I loved all the colorful times we shared, the drama and the laughs. Hearing from him again was a serendipitous blessing.
His message started out by stating a quote of mine which he had carried with him since 1998. He asked me if I remembered saying, "They come and they go. And then you forget their name." which he smoothly followed by asking me in perfect context if I remembered him. That's when his voice flipped the switch and I embraced his name and laughed softly at the concept that the quote had encompassed for the two of us. I called the number he left and he answered right away. He asked me if I could place when and where I had spoken those words because he could!! So we relived the specific evening when we had attended a company dinner together, the two of of us supplying pieces to the scenario puzzle, drawing bubbling laughter from each other that felt so darned good. We spent fifteen minutes catching up on the eight years spent apart. The other half of this blessing was that he was at that very moment having dinner with two friends whom I knew and I additionally had a chance catch up with both of them as well.
The theme of this story? Surprises come in all shapes, sizes and forms. Keep your eyes open. The moral to this story? You never know when the words you speak will carve a remembered moment in someone else's life. Keep your heart open.
This gentleman was a coworker and friend back in the '90's who had moved to California to pursue career opportunities. The memories of working together flowed over me and I "grew" a big smile as each significant remembered moment flashed on the screen in my head. I loved all the colorful times we shared, the drama and the laughs. Hearing from him again was a serendipitous blessing.
His message started out by stating a quote of mine which he had carried with him since 1998. He asked me if I remembered saying, "They come and they go. And then you forget their name." which he smoothly followed by asking me in perfect context if I remembered him. That's when his voice flipped the switch and I embraced his name and laughed softly at the concept that the quote had encompassed for the two of us. I called the number he left and he answered right away. He asked me if I could place when and where I had spoken those words because he could!! So we relived the specific evening when we had attended a company dinner together, the two of of us supplying pieces to the scenario puzzle, drawing bubbling laughter from each other that felt so darned good. We spent fifteen minutes catching up on the eight years spent apart. The other half of this blessing was that he was at that very moment having dinner with two friends whom I knew and I additionally had a chance catch up with both of them as well.
The theme of this story? Surprises come in all shapes, sizes and forms. Keep your eyes open. The moral to this story? You never know when the words you speak will carve a remembered moment in someone else's life. Keep your heart open.
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Underwear Drawer
Do you have a secret place where you tuck things away from all the other eyes and hands in your house? You know....like the ten dollars you received for your birthday...or the package of M&M's you shouldn't have bought...or the credit card receipt for those very expensive jeans you really weren't supposed to get on this month's budget....wonderful goodies like those.
Come on. Admit it. We've all stashed away a few things in our lifetime. When the time is right these items "appear" Very Very quietly in the realm of the light of day. And when your husband notices the new top several weeks down the road you can honestly say, "Honey, I have had this for a while now" and feel totally justified. *(In my case it is usually my son who vocalizes his observation and that generally grabs my husband's attention so quick it makes your head spin! I gotta tell you my quiet, smooth introduction is much more manageable and, ok let's be honest, sly.)
My personal choice for years has been my underwear drawer. No real reason for anyone to snoop there because who wants to get into Mom's chest of drawers where all that girlie stuff is. On the whole it's been a pretty safe spot. Now think about your own home and I'm sure you can picture some very obtuse hiding spots perfect for you.(Psst!! -- like where you keep Christmas wrapping paper and bows. And there's the picnic basket downstairs on the dusty basement shelf. Or how 'bout in the kitchen-- in the corner- in the back-in the dark behind the pressure cooker and the cheese domes?) Well, maybe those are not easily accessible for quickly poked (and retrieved) goodies. Guess you're on your own to figure the choicest ones for your purposes.
I must admit that after 30 years I am hiding less. Makes life easier if you just talk about your intended purchase. For years I would ask for forgiveness (bypassing the "permission" part) by pleading my case with the admission that insanity completely overwhelmed my usual good sense and MADE me buy it. As well you know, DISCIPLINE is my middle name and my other half always sympathized with the crippling urge that overtook my brain like some mind-bending alien at the checkout counter and caused me to act so out of character.
You laughing yet or just waiting for the lightening to strike...better stand back. No, really. Take my advice. Stand back. Watch out!!!!!!!!!!! (Flash of blinding light!! Eardrum splitting cccrrack!!! Smell of acrid smoke....) Well, now, now. Don't get all upset. I told you to protect yourself. So maybe the next time you'll listen .... and your eyebrows won't get singed.
Come on. Admit it. We've all stashed away a few things in our lifetime. When the time is right these items "appear" Very Very quietly in the realm of the light of day. And when your husband notices the new top several weeks down the road you can honestly say, "Honey, I have had this for a while now" and feel totally justified. *(In my case it is usually my son who vocalizes his observation and that generally grabs my husband's attention so quick it makes your head spin! I gotta tell you my quiet, smooth introduction is much more manageable and, ok let's be honest, sly.)
My personal choice for years has been my underwear drawer. No real reason for anyone to snoop there because who wants to get into Mom's chest of drawers where all that girlie stuff is. On the whole it's been a pretty safe spot. Now think about your own home and I'm sure you can picture some very obtuse hiding spots perfect for you.(Psst!! -- like where you keep Christmas wrapping paper and bows. And there's the picnic basket downstairs on the dusty basement shelf. Or how 'bout in the kitchen-- in the corner- in the back-in the dark behind the pressure cooker and the cheese domes?) Well, maybe those are not easily accessible for quickly poked (and retrieved) goodies. Guess you're on your own to figure the choicest ones for your purposes.
I must admit that after 30 years I am hiding less. Makes life easier if you just talk about your intended purchase. For years I would ask for forgiveness (bypassing the "permission" part) by pleading my case with the admission that insanity completely overwhelmed my usual good sense and MADE me buy it. As well you know, DISCIPLINE is my middle name and my other half always sympathized with the crippling urge that overtook my brain like some mind-bending alien at the checkout counter and caused me to act so out of character.
You laughing yet or just waiting for the lightening to strike...better stand back. No, really. Take my advice. Stand back. Watch out!!!!!!!!!!! (Flash of blinding light!! Eardrum splitting cccrrack!!! Smell of acrid smoke....) Well, now, now. Don't get all upset. I told you to protect yourself. So maybe the next time you'll listen .... and your eyebrows won't get singed.
Monday, October 6, 2008
..."And God said, "Just keep looking..."
When I was working at the flower shop I was initially hired as a designer then moved to the position of a phone order taker during non-holiday periods then was put in charge of all store displays/all Christmas themes -- usually 16 to 18)/all inventory back-stock. I was also a buyer and LOVED our trips to Atlanta (staying at the Ritz and sipping a virgin Strawberry daiquiri at 11pm were two salves for the 10 hour days spent on my feet) and Dallas (savoring a steak at Bob's Restaurant) to expand our giftware and store merchandise.
We had two very large storerooms for all the extra items not displayed in the shop's layout. My office was near them. (I actually reorganized the largest one all by myself and I had to be familiar with all the various lines to be able to find them for my display purposes.) Not a week went by without a harried saleslady rushing up to my desk desperately asking me where "such and such" was because it just wasn't there and a customer needed one right now!!! I would immediately assume my soothing "it will be all right" voice and escort them back into the stockroom and proceed down the row of shelves where the lost item should reside. I would listen to their frustrated rant as they explained they had done all they possibly could do to locate the missing gift item and how-could-it-not-be-there-and-what-stupid-person-put-it-somewhere-else-and.... I would calmly nod my head to communicate my bonding with their situation and tell them I agreed the search and placement were constant constraints considering all of the merchandise we carried. Then I would share my coup de gras that always caught them unawares. "Now I know this is very upsetting but let me tell you what I always remind myself of in these situations. Don't lose your focus. You know the item is here. I will be happy to be another pair of eyes because we must remember the Lord's advice."
Well, that always grabbed their attention the first time they heard me say that! The lady would look at me with a sort of wide-eyed quizzical expression and wonder what was coming next. "I know this is not a direct quote from the Bible but in my own words when I am in a pickle and feel myself getting uptight I remember the advice God shared with his followers ...."Just keep looking" (you know-- wandering through the desert for 40 years, the three wise men following the star, etc etc). Their initial facial reaction could be read as either "WHAT??!?" or "HUH!!?!". Then they would giggle and relax when what I said sunk in and we would find the box of whatever they needed tucked behind something else or on the floor underneath or somewhere close by. The salesclerk was then smiling when she returned to the customer, her treasure hunt successful and having enjoyed the support of a fellow employee.
So just repeat this phrase, one of my little Julie-isms, whenever you need to in your life. Please feel free to share it with folks (especially your children to keep YOU calm). And don't be surprised to hear these six words repeated back to you during the next adventure of searching for socks....or shoes....or their little brother....
We had two very large storerooms for all the extra items not displayed in the shop's layout. My office was near them. (I actually reorganized the largest one all by myself and I had to be familiar with all the various lines to be able to find them for my display purposes.) Not a week went by without a harried saleslady rushing up to my desk desperately asking me where "such and such" was because it just wasn't there and a customer needed one right now!!! I would immediately assume my soothing "it will be all right" voice and escort them back into the stockroom and proceed down the row of shelves where the lost item should reside. I would listen to their frustrated rant as they explained they had done all they possibly could do to locate the missing gift item and how-could-it-not-be-there-and-what-stupid-person-put-it-somewhere-else-and.... I would calmly nod my head to communicate my bonding with their situation and tell them I agreed the search and placement were constant constraints considering all of the merchandise we carried. Then I would share my coup de gras that always caught them unawares. "Now I know this is very upsetting but let me tell you what I always remind myself of in these situations. Don't lose your focus. You know the item is here. I will be happy to be another pair of eyes because we must remember the Lord's advice."
Well, that always grabbed their attention the first time they heard me say that! The lady would look at me with a sort of wide-eyed quizzical expression and wonder what was coming next. "I know this is not a direct quote from the Bible but in my own words when I am in a pickle and feel myself getting uptight I remember the advice God shared with his followers ...."Just keep looking" (you know-- wandering through the desert for 40 years, the three wise men following the star, etc etc). Their initial facial reaction could be read as either "WHAT??!?" or "HUH!!?!". Then they would giggle and relax when what I said sunk in and we would find the box of whatever they needed tucked behind something else or on the floor underneath or somewhere close by. The salesclerk was then smiling when she returned to the customer, her treasure hunt successful and having enjoyed the support of a fellow employee.
So just repeat this phrase, one of my little Julie-isms, whenever you need to in your life. Please feel free to share it with folks (especially your children to keep YOU calm). And don't be surprised to hear these six words repeated back to you during the next adventure of searching for socks....or shoes....or their little brother....
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Oh, Look! A Duck!!
There is a catalog of baseball caps, T-shirts and sweatshirts (and a few coffee cups and such) called What on Earth. Each piece has a quote or saying or smart remark. Every year I receive one around Christmas and laugh my head off. Not kidding. There is always one or two that I think are priceless.
The last edition showed a sweatshirt with a notation that has become a part of my everyday life. I cut it out of this smallish sized book and have it taped where I can see it everyday at work. My fellow employees now say it as well. It really has quite the universal appeal. In this one sentence my entire existence at this point in my life is succinctly summed up .....And I'm telling you right now I never, NEVER want you to have to go through this so take my advice and simply refuse to let this happen to you. Female or male. It doesn't matter.
The gist of the message is: "Some people say I have ADD Oh look! A duck!" That's it. This one grammatically incorrect sentence has become the mantra in my everyday life. I have become this totally unorganized, unfocused mess. The cause you ask? One word says it all: Menopause. The M word. Because of this hormonal crappy stage in life my brain has turned to mush, sleep eludes me, a lovely rosy blush now beams from my cheeks without the aid of any pinky-toned fluid or powdered cosmetic, a small tabletop fan now graces my work desk, lose my train of thought in the middle of a sentence and I have no short-term memory whatsoever. In short I have become a blubbering idiot.
Case in point: Day off three weeks ago. Got up and started the yard sprinkler. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when I got the hankering for chocolate chip cookies. Pulled out the mixing bowl, gathered the ingredients, added the flour, sugar and margarine to the bowl when I remembered I needed to call for a doctor's appointment. Walked to my bag to retrieve my address book in the spare bedroom. Called two friends. Went to the computer and looked up some info off Google that I needed. Decided to start laundry so took the baskets to the basement and put a load in the washer. Saw a can of pork and beans on the pantry shelf which sparked the concept for the menu for dinner so I carried that and some baking potatoes upstairs, sat them on the counter and pulled ham out of the freezer. Looked at the clock and decided to run my errands to get them out of the way.
Have you figured it out yet? The sprinkler was on for FOUR hours in one spot. Some dishes still sat on the counter unwashed. I never called the doctor. The laundry wasn't ever started and the cookies didn't get baked until almost dinner time.
So listen to me people!!?! When your body clock starts to give you the signs that IT is coming, I want you to refuse to let it happen. Trust me. Your life will be thrown into utter chaos. Take my advice. For the love of God don't let it happen to you!!! Run!!! Run as fast as you can!!!!!! ...AAAAHHHHHHHH!
The last edition showed a sweatshirt with a notation that has become a part of my everyday life. I cut it out of this smallish sized book and have it taped where I can see it everyday at work. My fellow employees now say it as well. It really has quite the universal appeal. In this one sentence my entire existence at this point in my life is succinctly summed up .....And I'm telling you right now I never, NEVER want you to have to go through this so take my advice and simply refuse to let this happen to you. Female or male. It doesn't matter.
The gist of the message is: "Some people say I have ADD Oh look! A duck!" That's it. This one grammatically incorrect sentence has become the mantra in my everyday life. I have become this totally unorganized, unfocused mess. The cause you ask? One word says it all: Menopause. The M word. Because of this hormonal crappy stage in life my brain has turned to mush, sleep eludes me, a lovely rosy blush now beams from my cheeks without the aid of any pinky-toned fluid or powdered cosmetic, a small tabletop fan now graces my work desk, lose my train of thought in the middle of a sentence and I have no short-term memory whatsoever. In short I have become a blubbering idiot.
Case in point: Day off three weeks ago. Got up and started the yard sprinkler. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when I got the hankering for chocolate chip cookies. Pulled out the mixing bowl, gathered the ingredients, added the flour, sugar and margarine to the bowl when I remembered I needed to call for a doctor's appointment. Walked to my bag to retrieve my address book in the spare bedroom. Called two friends. Went to the computer and looked up some info off Google that I needed. Decided to start laundry so took the baskets to the basement and put a load in the washer. Saw a can of pork and beans on the pantry shelf which sparked the concept for the menu for dinner so I carried that and some baking potatoes upstairs, sat them on the counter and pulled ham out of the freezer. Looked at the clock and decided to run my errands to get them out of the way.
Have you figured it out yet? The sprinkler was on for FOUR hours in one spot. Some dishes still sat on the counter unwashed. I never called the doctor. The laundry wasn't ever started and the cookies didn't get baked until almost dinner time.
So listen to me people!!?! When your body clock starts to give you the signs that IT is coming, I want you to refuse to let it happen. Trust me. Your life will be thrown into utter chaos. Take my advice. For the love of God don't let it happen to you!!! Run!!! Run as fast as you can!!!!!! ...AAAAHHHHHHHH!
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