What do Mike Huckabee, an ambulance ride, an animal shelter, Esquire magazine, and the birthday blues all have in common? Well, they've all been a part of why I haven't been blogging lately.
First, I was totally plagued by the low down, no good birthday blues. Sad, yeah, I know. They even started just before my birthday! Truth be told, I'm not so sure they've been completely shaken. Maybe I'm just too tired and busy to tell.
On the Wednesday after my birthday, in a feeble attempt to conquer the birthday blues, Hoot and I took a trip to the local animal shelter. You know, the dog pound. The canine clink. We took several dogs out into the yard, and then we met her. Luna. Oh, sweet baby bag of fur! It was love at first site. We paid our fee, loaded her up, and took her home. We went into the back yard, she found a hole in the fence (that was ridiculously tiny) and promptly ran away. Yep. Three times on the first day. Now, we go out on a leash, even in the backyard. But, it is still love and I will take pictures and blog later. I promise.
Exactly one week later, I managed to have a tiny accident. I nicked my ankle with a knife. I was busy. Washer going. Sink full of dishes. The end of breakfast still on the table. Morning number seven of an eight straight day work streak. I decided on a jammy day and parked Hoot in front of the Curious George movie so I could catch up. Knife slipped. No time. Slapped on a band aid and kept going. About an hour later, I sat down at the computer to pay bills online. Got up about 20 minutes later and found a giant pool of blood under the desk. I had nicked one of those lovely varicose veins I have left over from my pregnancy. When I pulled off the band aid, blood shot across the room with pulsing regularity. Hm, look like a fool and dial 911? Look like an idiot and bleed to death for not getting help? Wow. Hoot enjoyed his ambulance ride immensely. DH freaked out when he got home and saw the bloodbath. Seriously, slasher movies don't show this kind of carnage. Blood loss was the entire reason the EMTs and firemen talked me into the ER.
Low point of my month: standing outside the ER in my pajamas waiting for my mother, who said she was 5 minutes away.
Even lower point of the month: realizing she was about 20 minutes away.
Under the barrel, about two feet: finishing the crappy job DH did cleaning up the bloody footprints through out the entire house.
During the last few months, but especially this month, I have been preparing for the Mike Huckabee signing that happened yesterday at my store. Last week, as if we weren't already in a tizzy, we received a call from the home office. Esquire was coming to do the photo shoot of the book tour. He already did the interview, but they picked our store to feature for the pics. So, look for me in the February issue! (Honestly, I kind of hope I'm not there. Not exactly at my peak right now, you know!) Did this take an already crazy event and kick it up a notch? You bet your sweet ### it did! Did we pull it off flawlessly? You bet your sweet ### we did! I really enjoyed it. He was wonderful to work with, and his team is awesome. Ditto for the Esquire team. It was a ton of fun!
So, I'm tuckered out from it all and baking for Thanksgiving. I really wanted to not do anything big this year, but Tee's hubby, Bullet, is coming with her and I haven't seen him in forever. So, I did the Christmas Coconut Cake for him. Yes, it's a pain in the hiney. But, I had a little fiasco with my birthday cake, so it was good to make a great come back! Plus, Hoot and I got to take a hammer to a coconut on the back porch. Really, I needed the fun.
Tomorrow, after DH comes home from work, we're off to my parent's house. I hope every one has a great Thanksgiving. If you need me, I'll be at The Antler Inn in Cuero tomorrow night!
Yeah, I'm sure it's a four star kind of place...
