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1. When I first got Gmail, I couldn't figure out why they advertised Spam so much. They were always offering me recipes, right? Maybe a year later, I realized those only popped up when I got into my Spam folder. 2. I wrote a long, heartfelt email to someone, thanking her for her time and effort on my behalf. And then she wrote back telling me she didn't know what I was talking about. I looked at the email address. Oh, right. I meant to click the one below her on the drop down. 3. In the same vein, I had multiple Firefox tabs open. In one tab, I was writing an email, answering a personal question from one of my best friends. It was, shall we say, intimate? In the other tab, I was writing a book review. The review wound up sent to my best friend and the TMI email went to a reviewer who doesn't know me from Adam. Say it with me: d'oh! I'm just glad I didn't email the whole list! 4. In college, I locked my keys in the car with the motor running. 5. Earlier that year, I was run over by my own car and no one was driving it. 6. When giving birth to my son, I said, "The sonogram showed him weighing nearly 10 pounds. I don't think he's gonna fit." Twenty hours of excruciating labor later, the doctors agreed. They performed a C-section. Don't you hate when people don't listen? 7. My son went for a llama ride while we were in Puebla. He wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl. I asked, "Es macho or sombra?" instead of "Es macho or embra?" So I asked the guide if Alek was riding a male or a shadow. Isn't it awesome? I can now embarrass myself in two languages. 8. It is not a good idea to leave a child alone with Silly Putty, even just to run to the mailbox. 9. I discovered that my adorable kittens chewed through the antenna on my husband's new Wii. (Don't worry, I bought him a PS3 for his b-day.) 10. Sex in public is not as exciting as it sounds, particularly when you're interrupted by a policeman. 11. Peanut M&Ms will fit up a four-year-old's nose, but you have to wait until they melt to get them out again. Mmmm, chocolate-y boogers. 12. Backing out of the drive without remembering to open the gate. Oops. 13. A routine shopping trip here became a "three-hour tour" after I got turned around. It took us ages to get home and I didn't have a cell phone on me. |
Labels: Thursday 13
Hugs, Danette
Many years later, I learned that what I was actually saying was not "I don't speak German" but "You don't speak German." And quite convincingly too *g!
And maternity nurses and ob-gyns never listen. With my third, I kept telling them I was overdue, and they kept saying, "we'll let you go a few more days. The sonogram says he's average for 37 weeks." And when, 27 days later, they finally agreed to induce, the nurse kept saying, "we'll probably have to put more prostaglandin on in the morning," despite the fact that I kept insisting the baby would arrive within two hours. "Oh, I don't want to bother the doctor at this time of night, and your labor is sooooo unproductive."
11 lbs, 3 1/2 oz at 2:30 a.m, and the doctor almost didn't make it. I'll just confirm for all of you, no matter how many times you've been through it before, they *never* listen to you.
OMG @ the baby delivery. They let you go through labor that long with a baby that size? *_* Both my lil bears were 6 pounders, and I almost couldn't deliver the first one! That's scary!
My baby-making years are fast falling behind me. When I hit the big 4-0, 4 years away now, I will table the notion for good. So it's a limited time offer and I'm not sure the world needs anymore of my genetic legacy.