Taking A Dive
Daddy came home last night. I missed him and I was eager to hear his stories, and I was eager to know if he brought back my guitar.
Well, I was so freakin eager, that on my way down the stairs to the living room to the front door...I missed about 2 or three steps and went flying into the living room, twisting my right ankle in a way that caused such immense pain, I had enough time to think that maybe ankle twisting is how they should punish criminals. No offense, Dril, my Turkish reader, but I'm just sayin'.
My sister Boner got to see it all and as I was laying there on the floor screaming, I heard her trying not to laugh. I wasn't mad- it WAS pretty funny.
But, here I sit, 15 hours later with a swollen, possibly sprained ankle.
Funny how I thought it was symbolic....me having fallen. That's how I've felt these past few days, as if I had taken a painful dive, face-first.
Before I get too sentimental about that, I'm going to tell you one of my dad's stories.
Daddy essentially went to visit my grandmother (his mother) who has a severe case of Alzheimers, who has been living with the pain of having lost her spouse (my grandpappy, Ramon) about 4 years ago.
One of the nights that he was there, he decided to sleep next to my grandmother, who had already fallen asleep. He said that when he lay down next to her, she didn't stir, she was fast asleep. However, a few hours later, he heard her wake.
She touched his face in the dark, she touched his ears, his hair, sat up, and asked:
"Eres Ramon?" ::translation:: "Are you Ramon?"
My dad told her it was her son.
Tears. She cried the rest of the night. I guess the sweet gesture of sleeping next to his momma while he still had her turned out all wrong for my pop, and I felt so bad for him.
He always comes home with heart-touching stories. Daddy's pretty deep, but no one really knows it. I am starting to see that he is where I get that from. What I got from my mom is being outwardly over-emotional, and IT SUCKS! I think I scare people sometimes. But depth....I'll take depth anytime.
p.s. Daddy came through and brought me back a BEAUTIFUL acoustic guitar of which I will post pictures later.
QOTD
"Yay, a message!! And it BETTER be from someone attractive."
-Jeremy-
"It was as if he had found the cure for cancer...or gained two inches on his penis and lost two on his stomach."
-Jeremy-
Alaina's Mom: Oh my God! I'm 45! I'm middle-aged, I should start knitting or something!
Alaina: You don't knit!
Alaina's Mom: Well now I have to!
Well, I was so freakin eager, that on my way down the stairs to the living room to the front door...I missed about 2 or three steps and went flying into the living room, twisting my right ankle in a way that caused such immense pain, I had enough time to think that maybe ankle twisting is how they should punish criminals. No offense, Dril, my Turkish reader, but I'm just sayin'.
My sister Boner got to see it all and as I was laying there on the floor screaming, I heard her trying not to laugh. I wasn't mad- it WAS pretty funny.
But, here I sit, 15 hours later with a swollen, possibly sprained ankle.
Funny how I thought it was symbolic....me having fallen. That's how I've felt these past few days, as if I had taken a painful dive, face-first.
Before I get too sentimental about that, I'm going to tell you one of my dad's stories.
Daddy essentially went to visit my grandmother (his mother) who has a severe case of Alzheimers, who has been living with the pain of having lost her spouse (my grandpappy, Ramon) about 4 years ago.
One of the nights that he was there, he decided to sleep next to my grandmother, who had already fallen asleep. He said that when he lay down next to her, she didn't stir, she was fast asleep. However, a few hours later, he heard her wake.
She touched his face in the dark, she touched his ears, his hair, sat up, and asked:
"Eres Ramon?" ::translation:: "Are you Ramon?"
My dad told her it was her son.
Tears. She cried the rest of the night. I guess the sweet gesture of sleeping next to his momma while he still had her turned out all wrong for my pop, and I felt so bad for him.
He always comes home with heart-touching stories. Daddy's pretty deep, but no one really knows it. I am starting to see that he is where I get that from. What I got from my mom is being outwardly over-emotional, and IT SUCKS! I think I scare people sometimes. But depth....I'll take depth anytime.
p.s. Daddy came through and brought me back a BEAUTIFUL acoustic guitar of which I will post pictures later.
QOTD
"Yay, a message!! And it BETTER be from someone attractive."
-Jeremy-
"It was as if he had found the cure for cancer...or gained two inches on his penis and lost two on his stomach."
-Jeremy-
Alaina's Mom: Oh my God! I'm 45! I'm middle-aged, I should start knitting or something!
Alaina: You don't knit!
Alaina's Mom: Well now I have to!
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 2:40 PM
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