Lumpy Me. (An Obvious Lesson in Humility)...

 

Only in Wisconsin does one see this on a city boulevard.

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Good Morning All;
I am still catching up, and have come to the conclusion that that will never work. hehehe
Not caught up on here, and certainly not within my own home.
I have not given up though.

We had rain for 3 days this week, receiving 2/3rds of our May rainfall in two days!

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Suamico did very good with respect to those of us that still have our own wells.

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Even with the rainy days we have been quite busy.

First to take Punk to see Dr. Spires...
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Since she had been running a fever on Tuesday

so he took her temp.
It was fine Wednesday. . .
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She was due for her shots etc in June anyway, we decided to get everything over and done with at this visit.
She still must remember that stick in her eye- (CLICK if you don't know the story). She does fine getting weighed in, but when it is time to go into the exam room she would rather just leave...
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They drew blood to check for anything weird.
(Like Casey's, Punks veins 'roll' too).

And had to check her lungs, respiration and heart rate...
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All was well. . .
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I wanted to have him recheck her anal glands while we were there.

She is not too big on this, (but she sure as heck tolerates it much better than I would).

She keeps a very close eye on him afterward...
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Methinks Punks face and tail tell the whole story...

"boof"?!?
Which we translate to mean "I been VIOLATED!"

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Casey and I had not eaten lunch yet.
(Yes, I am aware I have gone from anal glands to food in one fell swoop). hehehe

Those of you that have been around the longest, know three things about me.

• due to my anxiety attacks that I do not do well with spontaneity.
• I was on a dart league for many many years, but that I haven't shot since my right hand lost its usefulness.
  
• since I no longer shoot darts or tend bar, that I have no reason to enter a tavern.

I rectified all of that on Wednesday, to a small, (brave), degree anyway...

We brought Miss Punk home from the vets. Then drove down the road to Wouters Front. It is a tavern and a restaurant. (Used to be a little store there too).

Not wanting to press my luck, or Casey's, we ordered our food "to go".

I dug out my old darts while we waited for our food to be ready.
When I shot league darts I was quite good if I do say so myself. As was the rest of my team.
(Us four gals won the title championship for 14 or 15 years straight)! "YAY" us!

Casey put a few quarters in the machine getting the 301 Game set up while I checked the flights and such on my darts.
She didn't care to use mine, opting for the lighter 'bar darts' instead. (That's fine by me, I never did 'share' my darts too well).

She threw an impressive round of about 80- She hasn't shot a dart for a long time either; (for me it's been about 6 years).
Please remember that in these 6 years my right hand has failed something awful. (I used to write letters all the time; and as for typing my favorite key is "backspace").

• I threw my first dart.

It shot straight to the floor. !

OK, so I haven't shot for 6 years, and now that I know how it "feels" once more, the next two darts will be perfect.

• I threw my 2nd dart.

It joined the first dart on the floor. ! ?

WTH? I've got many witnesses to the fact that years ago when I used to drink I never threw 2 darts in a row that far off target...

I might have heard a bit of a snicker from my youngest child at that point too. Followed very closely with, "What happened, Mom?"
I looked at my inept hand, and said, "it doesn't work"

BUT I still had one dart left!

• I threw the 3rd dart.

It joined its partners right on the floor. ?!?

I was immediately (and quite firmly) convinced that Gary Wouters must have installed some kind of force~ field that instantly drew all of my precious darts onto the floor.

I further believe that even with my 'beginners luck' at 22 years of age that I have never left 301 on the board after the 1st round!
That is exactly what I did on Wednesday.
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Casey, with her near~perfect form!

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Lumpy me. No form. No grace.
I decided to throw underhand after the 2nd round.
(Heya Gritter, Jill has NO competition from me doing this either)

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Yes, the "Itty Bitty Kid" kicked my butt. (It still hurts).


I think Miss Punks butt still hurts too.
Because for some reason, she need to soak it for a while yesterday.
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So how has YOUR week been?
I've decided to crawl back under my rock.

Love to all.

XOXO
Me

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Posted to my Y! 360 Friday May 29, 2009 - 11:42am (CDT)