A Whole New Meaning To a Button Nose

I was at a meeting tonight and one of our friends said let me see your phone. At that exact moment it started ringing, so I just handed it to him and told him it was Zach who was calling. He stepped out into the hall and talked to Zach for a second and then called me out into the hall. That is when I realized that something was wrong. Zach told me that Alli had justed informed him that she was sick. When he asked her why she thought she was sick she said it was because she stuck a button up her nose. He asked me to come home immediately so we could decide what we should do. So when I got home, I made Alli come and sit down in front of me and tell me what she did. She said "I stuck a button up my nose." This made me feel terrible because before I left I had seen the button on the floor and didn’t take the time to pick it up. So, I said to Zach that I had seen it and he told me that he picked that button up right after I left, but she must have found another one. So I asked her to show me exactly where she got the button. She walked straight into the other room and picked up a little tiny ziplock bag, the kind that buttons come in when they are attached to a new shirt. This made me believe that she had in fact stuck a button up her nose. So I quickly got on the phone and called the best doctor I know. He told me he would meet us and take a look at her. After he took a look, he told us she must have gone ahead and swallowed it, but that she had swelling in her nose so she probably did put a button in. She was really good to let everyone look in her nose, because she thought she would be getting a sucker when it was all over. I told her she better not ever stick anything in any part of her head again and that she is gounded until she is six! What a night! Also, I would like to add that Allison’s nose was probably the first nose that this great doctor has looked at in a long time, he is the doctor who delivered her!

Telemarketers

At 8:45 tonight, the phone rang. I answered and on the other end was a man. "Hello, Miss Jorgenson. This is Randall with Windom Resorts. A while back you stayed at The Fairfield Resort in Branson, MS. And Windom has now taken that over.....blah,blah,blah....." So when he finally stopped talking to catch his breath I potitely said "You know it's a little late to be calling about this. Would you be able to call be during the day?" He got so mad and became rude telling me he would have to see what he could do and then trailed off and hung up on me. HE, the man who appears to be wanting to sell me something, hung up on ME. I was polite enough to ask him to call back during the day. I could have told him never to call my home again or I would hunt him down and make him pay for every unwanted sales call he ever made, but I didn't. I was genuinely interested in him calling me back when I wasn't in the middle of putting my kids to sleep, but he screwed that up. Next time maybe I will take the hunting them down approach and see if that works any better. Whatever you fo if Randall calls don't buy what he's selling!!!!

Voices

So, I was thinking isn't it funny how when a person gets a letter from someone, the person who is reading the letter reads it in the person who sent its voice. Did you follow that? For example, I got a message from my old friend, Melissa, today and when I read it, even though we haven't actually spoken in person or by phone for quite sometime, I read this message with her voice in my head. You know like they do on soap operas when the reader would not actually be reading aloud but it is important for the audience to hear so the "writer" of the letter does a voice over. So, then I began to think maybe no one else does this and that I am a little bit strange because of this, but then iIasked Zach and he said sometimes he does it too. So then that made me think about how a persons voice stays with me forever. All I have to do is think of anyone and I can hear their voice in my head. so i have been thinking of random people all day to see if I can "hear" their voice. I have thought of my fourth grade teacher, Allison, a lot of family members, a few celebs, Erin, Wina, Josh, basically as I think their name their voice comes into my head. I am glad to know I have this super power, because now all I want to do is think of my dad's voice. This is the point. My dad had the best speaking voice, it was pretty deep and a little rough, and so warm most of the time. And, now that he is gone and I have so little of him to hold on to, I am so thankful that all I have to do is think of him and that voice is there.

A Really Dramatic Post

(I am going to pretty dramatic right now so if you know me read this in my voice, and I think it will be a lot more effective.) Okay, so last night we went to the Monster Mayhem Big truck show at Choctaw Coliseum. We like to engage in a little hillbilly activity now and then. It was just Zach, Allison and me, we left Zachary at home with Mom. Probably everyone has heard by now, but 4,000 peoples lives were endangered when some "fool" decided it was a good idea to back his jet engined 4-wheeler up to several junked vehicles. Needless, to say it was not, they caught on fire and the 4,000 people inside the coliseum were left to scramble for the nearest exit when told, as best as I can remember, to "Get out of here!" Now I am not sure if that was the emcee who said "Get out of here" or one of the many spectators who had already realized this was not part of the show. My family and I had started for the exits ourselves, as had many others, when the thick black smoke started to come back down towards the people with pieces of fabric in it from one of the junked vehicles. I will however say that I thought the evacuation went pretty well, although we were one of the first out of the building and I didn't see what was going on inside. Big thanks to Zach for showing us the nearest exit ( I was heading for the long way.) So here is my thought process: Zach and I both told each other we felt the heat of the jet-engine when the driver cranked it and I thought "glad we aren't closer." Then as the driver backed closer and closer to the vehicles I thought "where are the fire extinguishers?" So at that point I looked at my cousin (who was sitting behind us and actually is a boss at the Choctaw Casino and Resort) I detected a look of extreme pissedness, uncertainty, and well... mainly pissedness, for lack of a better word. I returned my focus back to the center of the arena and saw the enormous pillar of white smoke and once again thought this place is going to be really smoky for the rest of the show, where are the fire extinguishers? It was then I turned to look back at my cousin who was now standing up and very RED, but my gaze did not stop there. My eyes were averted to a lady trying to get her 3 kids down the stairs with a look of panic in her eyes. She was scared!!! I looked back at what was once a giant pillar of white smoke to see that it had turn black and was following the line of the ceiling directly back down on all of us who were sittling in the stands.That is when I immediately stood up and said "Come On Lets Go!" Zach who at this point still had on earplugs (we weren't willing to lose our hearing at a Big Truck Show) said "Are you saying we should go?) I nodded a big YES and we headed for the nearest staircase down out of the coliseum, before we reached it is when I heard the announcer say to leave, it is possible he said something like "Everyone exit the building right now!" or "Everyone get out of here right now" I am not sure. All I now is that whatever he said worked because everyone was to their feet and getting out. Zach said he fear mass-pandimonium, (sorry spelling, sound it out.) The news said it took 6 minutes for the evacuation. This is where I feel a little upset. The news at first said it started "when the driver was doing donuts, nothing out of the ordinary" and then later on a represntative said the fire started when the 4- wheeler driver was finishing up what he was doing. Yeah, he finshed up alright! Where did HE go? Did he mean to ruin my night? Was he questioned as to what he was thinking and why he didn't stop what he was doing even after several men who were on the floor were motioning for him to stop? Is he or the company who books him going to be held responsible for the damage to the coliseum and sound system? Or for putting us all in harms way? Not to mention the security guards who are suffering from smoke inhalation because they stayed inside to make sure HIS actions had not hurt anyone. He should have been taken away in hand cuffs! Okay, I'm done with my ranting now. I do have to say it made for and exciting end of the night, but I would have perferred to watch the rest of the show and they said all tickets would be refunded on Monday. Aarrggg!

An Old Post From Myspace

Why You Haven't Heard From Me I'll start from the beginning. I had my regularly scheduled Dr.'s appt. on Tues. where I told my Dr. I have been having some strange pressure in my head. I asked him if I could have an aneurysm. He asked me if I had experienced any numbness in my hands or feet. At that time I had not, so he said I was fine and if I had any problems to call him. The pressure continued, but I felted at ease because of the conversation with my Dr. About 4:00 AM on Fri. morning, I woke up and my hand was asleep. I figured it was just the way I was sleeping and rolled over and went back to sleep. At 8, Alli woke up crying, I stumbled out of bed and into her room. The second I tried to pick her up I knew something was wrong. I could not fill the entire right side of my body. My face, arm, and leg were numb and tingling. I immediately thought I was going to die, but I was trying to be rational. I waited a little while to see if my body was going to wake up, but it didn't. I picked up the phone and tried to dial the Dr's office. I say I tried to dial because although I knew the number in my head I could not make my fingers dial the correct number. Finally, after several tries I was successful. I told the nurse what was going on and she kept telling me she could not understand me. It was later that I realized why she was having such a hard time. I told her all of my symptoms and she told me all she could tell me was to come in. I woke up the family and we all got ready. By this time I was vomitting. We made it to the Dr.'s office and they took me back, where I told them I was in "Palain" and was having a terrible "hardache" and I was a little "complused, um what's the word?" Oh my goodness, I could hear myself talking this gibberish and I couldn't make it be right? I knew the words were coming out wrong and I couldn't make it right? I was so scared, I started sobbing and the Doc put me through some test, squeazing his hand, and holding up objects to see if I could name them. After that, they went to get Zach from the waiting room and the nurses watched the kids while the Doc told us it could be serious and I needed a cat scan right away. We went straight to the hosptital, I called Mom to come get the kids, and I sat there in fear until they called me back for the test, with frequent trips to the bathroom to throw up. As soon as the cat scan was over, they had a Dr. read it. They found nothing, the scan was normal. Praise God! But what is happening to me? I started to walk out of the hospital and called my doc back, they told me to go back in they were admitting me right away, I was to sick to go home, but they weren't sure what was wrong. They put me in a room, hooked all sorts of tubes up to me and began running blood work. I went to sleep, I slept all day with the occasional visit from my new team of Docs. The longer I slept the better my speech became and the vommitting stopped, the pain in my head eased up some and everyone decided that I had sufferred an A-typical migrain. They wanted me to stick around for a while so they could watch me and more blood work was ordered just to be sure. The pain in my head had started to come back when one of the nurses asked me if she could get me anything. I told her I would take something for my head pain. When she finally brought it back she told me that it would make me sleep. It did not make me sleep, in fact it gave me a panic attack, right there in the hospital. After that episode was over, my origianal Dr. came in and I asked to just go home. It was the scariest day of my life. The next day Mom came over to help with the kids, where I did finally feel the effects of that last injection and slept all day. Sat. night we decided that we had not had enough excitement this weekend and headed to OKC to help my brother-in law and sis-in law move into there new house. And that is why you haven't heard from me.

Things That Piss Me Off 3

People who jump to conclusions. People who lie and lie and lie. Some people lie so much they start to believe their own lies and this pisses me off. Rainy days when I have to be up and around. Coffee that is made way too strong. People who are jealous, myself included. Know it alls who tell me I need to wash my kids face in Braum's when he just got finished eating a chocolate ice cream. Fake friends, this one also pisses me off on Janette's behalf as well. People who think they are entitled to anything and everything on nothing but their name. Guess what, your value is not greater than my value as a human being. So piss off. Bad drivers and hunger. TBC