Whilst On My Travels

I have come to realize that I have been a hermit the last year.  No really, don't be shocked.  But I have.  

You may need to sit down for a minute while I make my next announcement.  Ok, here it is.......  I went out and about this week.  I know, right.   So unlike me.  The good thing is, I had time to pull out my camera and snap some pics of things that make me go, ooh, aaah and WTF.  

Here, in no particular order, are my findings

The Little Leaf That Could

This little leaf on the tree behind our house (well, it's the perp's tree), will not give up it's hold of the tree.  It sprouted last spring, lived all summer, lost it's color along with it's roommates, but didn't want to leave home.  It has lived through 60 MPH winds, so many snow storms I have lost count, and still just keeps holding on.  Talk about perseverance.

How Is My Driving?

At first when I got behind this car, I was thinking to myself, "I feel sorry for kids that have the kind of parents that would put this on their car".  As I got closer, and sat behind said car at a red light, I noticed that it was a little old lady, (you can barely see the top of her head), smoking like a chimney.   Her driving was horrible by the way.  Wonder if the number still was valid.  :)

Coolest Egg Timers

While waiting for an interview at Primary Children's Hospital, I stopped in the gift shop to see what I couldn't live without.  When to my wondering eyes did appear, these egg timers.  Are they so cute or what.  No I didn't buy them, but the volunteer there was nice enough to let me take a picture and even showed me all the colors they came in.  Me want.

Aaah, To Be Thin.....

My mom asked me to stop at a place called Asian City to pick her up a calendar.  I have never been in this store before.  Oh my, I will be going back just to walk around the whole store.  I spotted this little jewel and dreamed of once again being young, and thin, and.........

And The Oscar Goes To....

This blue gown was so beautiful.  The bodice was elastic or roused or whatever they call it.  (You would think I would know after watching ever season of Project Runway).  I decided then and there that when I am called up to the stage to accept my Oscar, this is the gown I will be wearing.  I can hear it now, "Dazee,  who are you wearing".  Why, Asian City, of course.  

Rocket Man

At one of the many places I needed to stop this week, I came upon this rocket.

It is a bicycle.  I asked the two ladies that were talking outside if they thought the owner would be ok with me taking pictures.  They said that a lot of people do.  Apparently the owner and traveler of said bike is a cardiologist.  Go figure.  He even had it chained to the bike rack.  It has turn signals and everything.  I myself would be scared to death to ride that thing in traffic.  

Oh No, Not Again

Last Wednesday, whilst dreaming of this and that, I hear my phone start singing to me.  I look at the clock, and it is the lovely hour of 8 AM.  Ok, not so bad, but still.  I look to see who it is.  It is my dad.  Oh dear, this can't be good.

"Hi Dazee, mom's hip has gone out again"

What the???????  The paramedics have just left with her.  He tells me which hospital she will be at.  I hurry out of bed, wash my hair, and head to the hospital.  My mom calls me right after I leave.  "What you doing?", she innocently asks.  "Oh I'm on the way to see you".  I tell her that dad has already called.

Apparently, the paramedics decide that they will NOT take her to the hospital that her surgeon is at, even tho she has already talked to him.   They have taken her to the new Intermountain Medical Center.  My first visit to the emergency room there.  Luckily I get there before the emergency rush.

The ER doc comes in.  He hands me this picture of her x-ray.

Yikes, yup, that sucker is out of it's socket.  He told us that he U.S.U.A.L.L.Y has no problem getting them back in.  (famous last words).  He says he needs to get a group of people together including the anesthesiologist.  They have to put her out just long enough to whip that baby back where it belongs.

In walks my new boyfriend.  

I told him I would be texting Shemar and letting him know that his constant ignoring me has now made him number 2 on my list.  This gorgeous piece of manhood, was so shy he wouldn't let me take his picture.  I asked.  I caught this while I was out in the hall before they shut me out of the room.  I did catch one of his face, but I had already promised him I wouldn't put him on FB.  So alas, you only get to see his muscular arms.  le sigh.

Guess what?  Hurry.  You give up?  It didn't go in.  I know, big shocker.  The ER doc says he will be calling in the orthopedic surgeon of the hospital.  We wait, he comes in, says, "well, I'm not really a hip guy, but we are going to try to get it in".  Goody gumdrops, I'm thinking to myself.  In comes the team, including my new boyfriend, and they try it again.  Nope, nada, nein.   We are going to have to put her in an ambulance and ship her to THE HOSPITAL SHE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!!!!  

My sister and I go back into her room, waiting for her to wake up.  They have given her Propofol.  I said to the nurse, "isn't that the stuff that Michael Jackson OD'd on?"  Yippers.  She says, "didn't work out to well for him, did it".  lol

We head up to the hospital while mom is traveling in the ambulance.  We get to the floor that is her home away from home.  You know you have been there one to many times, when they know you by name and are giving you hugs.  

It was late afternoon by now, and her surgeon and his PA come in to the room.  Yeah, we are all on first name basis too.  They say that they are going to take her down to ICU, because they don't want to open a surgery suite.  She will be down there just long enough for them to try to get it back in.  If not, she will have to be taken into surgery the next day, where they will have to open her up.  

While we are waiting for word, they wheel  a woman in to the room next door.  The nurse is getting her all situated  when we hear him calling her name.  Over and over and over.  We hear him say into the little thing around his neck, "call a code blue".  The code is called and can I just say, it was like a herd of elephants.  So many people started running to the room.  They all had different things they were in charge of.  Security even show up.  I did ask the CNA why they came.  He said it was because if they have to get the patient somewhere else, they have the key to the elevator that shuts it down and only they can get on.  I love learning new things.  She came out of it.  Thank goodness.  

The best news was, they got mom's hip back in to it's socket.  If it pops out again, they will have to open her up, and do something else.  He is going to go over that with us on Thursday when we take her in for a checkup.  

So, how was your week?

Thursday Thoughts

How ya'll doing today?  Me?  I'm doing just fine and dandy.  Thanks so much for asking.  I've been taking note of things that are going on around me lately.  Lucky for you, I am going to talk about a few of them with you today.

Disposable razors.  Once upon a time, in a bathroom not so far away, you could use a brand, new razor, and it would ever so nicely just wipe away the hair on your legs, or face, if you are of that persuasion.  I have to say, not so much anymore.  Used a new one the other day, and it acted like it was old and not sharp.  Now, they do have a mind of their own, when they want to cut the crap out of you, they will.  I think they are living things.  

Other than the fact that I so want to have a race with someone else in one of these electric grocery carts, some people should NOT be allowed to drive them.  Especially on the morning of the Superbowl, at Walmart, when all the Johnny come lately's decide to get their last minute goodies.  Yeah, good times.

This is ONE of the fine deer that find their way into our backyard.  As you can see, Priscilla is right at the end of our deck.  I am actually outside, on said deck, looking at her, through my camera.  When I first spotted her, it was when I was opening the blinds and she was at the bottom of the stairs, all 5 of them, right in front of me.  She kept giving me the "who you looking at" look.  She mosied over to the side and continued to give me the stare down.  Then I scared her.  hahahahahah, cuz I'm mean like that.

This is Pinky.  Miss A. brought her up to me the other day and asked if I would do surgery on her little foot.  She is losing her innards.  I should go into the stuffed animal surgery business.  With all the time I've spent in the orthopedic section of the hospital and care center in the last 2 months, I think I would be a fine surgeon/physical therapist on these little critters.  (Yeah, and then I woke up)

Mr. G.  He is almost 4 months old.  I just threw him on here because, well, I'm a grandma, and you have heard all the horror stories about how we are.  Yes, I am one of those grandma's.  

One last thought of the day.  

If a train left California at 7:45 am, traveling 300 mph, and a semi-truck left New York at 9:45 am, traveling 70 mph, how many banana's would be left on both of them when the purple unicorns made it to the center of the earth?

In the fine words of Linda Richman

"Talk Amongst Yourselves"

Things We Need To Discuss

Remember, back in the good ole days, when I would rant, and rave and take pictures while driving and stuff.   Yeah, me too.

So I have a few things to get off my chest.

Hips and Stuff

You all know how I've been helping with my mom.  Guess what happened last week?  Thursday to be exact.  She rolled over in bed wrong and POPPED that damn hip out of its socket.  Paramedics, one hospital trying to shove it back into socket.  Ambulance transfer to another hospital emergency room, another round of "lets beat the crap out of Dazee's mom's hip".  No dice.  Admitted to hospital, surgeon called, "lets put her under, see if we can get that sucker back in place, and then if we can't, we will cut her open again".  Oh joyous rapture, Dazee mutters.  Thank goodness they got that sucker back in without having to cut her open.  Phew.

Loud Freaking, Pull My Hair Out, I'm Gonna Hurt You Commercials.

I don't watch a lot of TV "live".  DVR most of my favorite shows and watch them when I want to, fast forward through commercials.  But, every night, you will find Mr Dazee and myself watching the 9 o'clock news (yeah, I said 9 o'clock news, we are old).  I would like to grab the makers of mostly the car commercials, by their ummmm, well, you know, their lower extremities heads and SCREAM into their ears, AS.....LOUD.....AS....I....CAN......  

Who told them that the only way people will buy a car is if it is obnoxiously loud.  Like the monster truck commercials.  SUPPOSEDLY they have made a law that the commercials can't be louder than the program it is on.  I think it is not being enforced.

Those fun and exciting job Interviews

I've been on a few job interviews lately.  Clue word there, FEW.  I think I do well.  I'm personable, extremely beautiful, outgoing and do not chew gum.  I wish I knew what they were looking for me to be like in an interview.  Do they want SERIOUS, SHY, OUTGOING, DON'T TALK UNLESS WE ASK YOU A QUESTION.  Or what?  Last week I had a group interview.  S.C.A.R.Y.  There was 20 of us in the room.  They had all types to choose from.  I would really like that job, but again, I probably answered one of the questions wrong.  Like, what is the lowest amount of salary you would take.  Maybe I should have just said I would work for free.  How about that all you companies out there.  Oh well, SOMEDAY, the job that is meant to be for me will come along.  Or so all my friends tell me.

Last but certainly not least

With much discussion with my good friend and partner, Christy and her Maddest of Mad Minds , we have decided that it is time to bring this fun and exciting photo meme to a close.  It's not that we haven't enjoyed it, but we haven't really had a lot of people linking up.  So, let us bid Adieu.  So long my dear froggy friend.  We will miss you.  
But don't worry, I will still post photo's that I take.  Because, well, you can't stop me.  :)