Good morning, all! Here I am. I’ve read the first page and will read the second shortly, but I had to share my kitchen accident.
When I was 15 years old, I decided to try to cook some rotis on the griddle. Here’s the rub: always flip away from you. I put too much oil on the pan and flipped it, and it all splashed all up and down my right arm.
Well, that was pretty terrible. I called my mom at work, crying. She must have thought it was minor, because she said, “Is it red? Go put some ice on it.” I tried to convince her to come home, but she wouldn’t.
I did what she said, but I was petrified. The whole arm was puffing up and the blisters were forming… It was from my thumb all the way up to my upper arm. Some of the blisters were three inches wide. I started thinking maybe it would scar my whole arm forever, so I started crying even louder, and I cleaned up the kitchen meanwhile, thinking it would somehow make it better.
Finally when the blisters were huge I called my mom again. She reluctantly agreed to come home, but when she got into the garage I ran out to meet her. When she saw my arm she was instantly contrite - we were already not getting along but that didn’t mean she wanted to cause me pain! Off we went to the ER. Actually I think it was a medical clinic. We had to wait like two hours and then the doc took me in. He said he had to lance the blisters. It didn’t hurt a bit, though I didn’t watch.
My arm was wrapped for three weeks and for two weeks I woke up from nightmares every night in which my arm had turned totally black and scarred… After two weeks the bandages were lessened and i could see it was healing well.
Now the scars are almost exactly the same shade of brown as my skin. You can’t see them unless I point them out specifically and even then it’s difficult. I still remember the terror, though.
Bussie, baby, you lead a busy life! Running to and fro to parties and outings and such.
Swampy that dessert sounds like one of my favorite lowbrow recipes, which I got off a Cool Whip container. Or maybe an ad in a magagine. Anyway, it’s a lemon icebox pie that you make by mixing ice cream, lemonade concentrate and coolwhip. Pour in graham cracker crust and freeze. Yumsters. You can also make it with limeaid concentrate. Oh and the gay bishop’s hometown is here in Lexington, so we hear about him all the time.
I’m so sorry to hear about your husband gotti! Does he have any immediate prospects?
Twinks I know what you mean – how can my daughter be this old!? Mine is going into sixth grade, but still. I remember sixth grade, vividly. How could she be this big?
Meeks, how is Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil coming along?
MOVIE RECOMMENDATION FROM ME – A History of Violence. Excellent movie, though a check of the CS thread here reveals that not all Dopers are in agreement with me! But the mister and I enjoyed it. Lots and lots to talk about.
I saw a History of Violence! It was pretty good, actually…I liked Viggo’s older brother. "How could you fuck that up?’ hee hee!
MitGoGaE? Ugh. How about just Midnight…,going well, albeit a little bit weird. Is there a plot? Or is there just this neverending cast of characters? The characters sure are colorful though! We’ve just met Adler and we’re at the card-playing party, learning about him.
Oh, and I meant to say about the daughter - they sure do grow up quick. I don’t even have any and I know that. I saw a Family Circus cartoon once, the only one i really liked:
First panel, the mom is holding the baby boy up and saying “They grow up soo…”
Next panel she is old and gray-haired and the baby boy is a handsome young man who stands taller than her. She continues, “quickly.”
swampy, ugh! There always has to be a fly in the ointment, no? Strangely, I’m humming What if God were one of us?
mika, when the Princess was 10 months old, and had already been walking for two months, she pulled a cup of hot from the pot coffee over on herself. Her entire left arm and part of her chest popped up as one big blister. That was one traumatic ER visit. We had to change her dressings twice a day and put this special burn cream on the burns. She is very lucky that she didn’t scar at all.
shibb, I am so jealous.
Nothing else going on but billing hell. Best get to it.
Geez, mention the word Priest in a post and the google ads go all sexual abuse on us. AFAIK the stick-up-the-butts have never abused children, I’ll give them that.
I got stood up. I was supposed to [del]torture[/del] evaluate someone this morning but she’s a no show. Since it was supposed to start at 9 A.M. and it is now almost 10 A.M., I feel I can safely say she ain’t showin’. I also don’t feel so good. It’s my fault. Lots of greasy food last night makes for an upset tummy today. I should know better. I am stoopid. :smack:
MBG that sounds like a fun thing you got goin’ on today. I’m not much for the golf, but I’d like to be hanging out. We’ve had golf tournament type fund raiser thingys where I got to ride around in a golf cart all day handing out adult and nonadult refreshments to golfers. Fun times! Needless to say the golf cart driver imbibed in a few adult refreshments. There was this one tournament where on one of the holes, if a golfer hit a hole in one, he or she (the first one to do it) won this big honkin’ Dodge truck. One of the jobs we golf cart refreshment dispensers had was to take turns hangin’ around that hole as witnesses in case it happened. During one of my turns, I was talking with one of the guy golfers. He and I conspired together. We came up with the idea that if I “witnessed” he got a hole in one, we’d sell the truck and split the money. We tried to convince the others in his foursome but they wouldn’t do it. Spoilsports!
I own that book, but I don’t think I read more than half of it. I was content watching the movie. Great movie.
I think we have a monster in the office. I’ve been paging somebody for over twenty minutes, and she hasn’t called back, and nobody’s seen her. I believe she got ate, and the guy waiting for her downstairs is just going to have to go home disappointed.
Ouch, Mika.
Morning! Quasi-Daughter just woke me up to tell me that she is done with schoolwork- her last essay has been handed in (her profs made her rewrite it four times because they didn’t like the format. Grr) and she just has to complete one more work placement and then she’ll be a full-fledged Occupational Therapist and able to support me.
She’ll also have her Masters!
So she’s in Toronto today, and that may mean that my kitchen will become miraculously self-cleaning. Still got to do the laundry, though.
Bobbio, nah, I’m not gonna be on the “s” list. I did say all of us old-timers.
Shibb, I too, am jealous. What part of Germany are you in? I’d love to go back and visit some day. My mother comes from a small town on the Altmuhtal River called Dollnstein. There are umlauts over some of those letter, but I don’t have that option on my 'puter.
Well, I need to attend an ethics briefing. It’s a yearly requirement so I can get all ethical-like.
I don’t think I’ve ever more than nicked myself with a knife. I do have a scar on my shoulder from a knife, but someone else was holding it at the time, and it ended up in my shoulder. I hit him upside the head with one of those old wooden folding chairs. So it all evens out in the end.
And concerning The Dark Tower, I think this is going to be the last Stephen King book I read. I’m getting more and more upset about how he’s folded in his entire catalog into this book. It was bad enough that some of his stories over the years made a reference to the whole series every now and then, but it’s just getting out of hand now. Two references to Carrie and one nod to all the Bachman books (so far.)? C’mon, tell this story, not rehash all the others! Yep, as soon as I finish this one, all my King books are going to be donated to the library.
As we have a bunch of new posters to the MMP, it made me wonder where some of the non-posting folks have been. Like ems, the English lass trapped in Montana, Exgineer (who’s abscence was previously noted), dangergene (I hope he didn’t get swallowed by something in an Asian jungle), S Dorothy, etc. And of course, we all know where scout is (Hi Scout!!).
I can’t wait to try the vanilla ice cream / lemonade cup of yum you mentioned, swampbear! I’ll have to find an excuse to mix that up soon.
I’ve been pretty lucky when it comes to personal injury so far in my life (lucky, or lazy? hmm…) No stabbings or third degree burns. I did slip on a banana peel once, though. In a parking lot. It felt a lot like it looks – my feet went straight up in the air and I landed flat. It was too funny to feel any pain, though. Ever since, I’ve been expecting to get hit in the face with a pie.
I never read Midnight in the Garden…, but I attempted another book by the same author (can’t remember the name. Takes place in Italy, the opera house burns, anyone know it? I felt the same way you said, Mika. Great characters, but where’s the plot? The book was due back at the library before I was halfway through, and I didn’t bother to renew.
Well, I’m off to load up my car with teenage girls and lay seige to the nearest hibachi restaurant as part of the ongoing birthday festivities. Hope you all enjoy your golfing. ethics meetings, office monsters, and whatever else your Tuesday may bring!
Ah, but it has been well established (several MMPs ago, by **LOUNE ** IIRC) that **FCM ** is the Goddess of the MMP (or some such lordly title) and was therefore solely sue all offerings.
AFAIK the stick-up-the-butts have never abused children, I’ll give them that.
