I am on the injured list today!
Last night, as I was preparing food for the week, I was slicing onions with the mandoline, and my thumb accidentally got in the way. I lost a sizable chunk of the finger, but managed to get the blood flow stopped and the wound bandaged.
But I must tell you, injuring the thumb on your dominate hand is VERY inconvenient!
I am my mother!
You all laugh (and some of you may have already known this), but it is becoming my reality!
On Saturday night I was at the bar with some friends, dancing and generally hanging out (not drinking because CageFighter and I gave it up for 30 days...). Towards the end of the night a man came up to me. He looked really familiar and it isn't like me to not know a person's name. Seriously, Match always says that you can say, "Airplane, remember that girl we met when you were 7 and she had red hair?" and I would immediately come up with her name. It is a little freaky.
So when this guy comes up to me and says something to the effect of, do you recognize me? I couldn't believe I didn't come up with his name. I said, You look really familiar. Then he tells me his name and enter Match.mom.
I yelled, Ohmigod, Louie, how are you?!?! and gave him a huge hug! Even as I was doing it and could see that I was becoming my mother I couldn't make it stop.
Send help quick.
(Just kidding, Match. I love you!)
I want to be better.
Last week two things happened that brought me to this realization: I finished reading Promise Me and I attended a memorial service for a Border Patrol agent who was killed in the line of duty.
And it made me realize that I want to be a better person. I want to make a difference in people's lives.