My goal for this year was to write one blog a week. Like so many of my previous resolutions and sexual performances, it ended prematurely. Don't worry everybody; I'll make it up to you, probably.
It was actually a very eventful week around the Schmidt house last week. I'm not sure if I wrote about it or not, but a month and a half ago, Alicia got into a car accident. Nobody was hurt but it caused $6,500 worth of damage to her Honda Civic. Thank goodness for insurance or we'd probably have to sell off one of the Roses for scientific experimentation. After two weeks of haggling with insurance agents and body shops, Alicia finally had the car fixed up and in ship-shape. On Tuesday Alicia was on her way home from work and was taking a right onto highway 55. Being the conscientious driver that she is, she yielded to the oncoming traffic ahead of her. Unfortunately the pickup truck behind her did not. Again nobody was hurt, but now we get to deal with the whole process again. Alicia had no fault in this one and it won't cost us anything out of pocket, but it's still a pain in the butt.
On Friday I was playing pirates with Anya and Caitlin while Reegan took her nap. We were on the bed in the basement and Anya was lobbing grenades (beach balls) at us and Caitlin, in an attempt to protect me from enemy fire, tried to kick it before it landed. While I did not see exactly what happened, my guess it that Anya must have put some wicked spin on the ball, as Caitlin whiffed on kicking the ball and ended up falling off the bed. She screamed and writhed on the floor for several minutes, neither of which is unusual for my little KK bird, but when she refused to move her right arm, I realized this injury might actually be legitimate. I held her for a few minutes until she started to calm down. I asked her where it hurt and she pointed to her shoulder. With my extensive medical background, I quickly diagnosed her with a dislocated shoulder and sprang into action. I asked her to sit tight while I put it back in its place. I jerked her arm above her head, and when she let out a gut wrenching wail, it occurred to me that it might have been slightly off the mark. I called my neighbor and asked her to watch the other girls while I took Caitlin to Urgent Care. Three hours and $500 later, Caitlin was professionally diagnosed with a broken collar bone. There's not a whole lot they could do for her, but they said it should heal relatively quickly. She was in rough shape on Friday and Saturday, but she seems much better today.
Sunday afternoon Alicia headed out to Las Vegas for a 4 day business trip. She's attending a conference at the Mirage and we drove her to the airport. We said our goodbyes and I started driving off when Anya shouted "STOP! Daddy, we forgot to tell Mommy to wave at us from the airplane!" Anya made me park the car to go tell mom. As we drove away Anya said "Dad, roll down all the windows so Mom can spot us." How does that not melt your heart?
I've shared the stories about Anya and Caitlin, it would seem unfair to not give some news about Reegs. Unlike my other girls who have one specific blanky, Reegan requires a whole collection of blankies to find true peace and solace. She requires no less than three blankets in her crib for her to go to sleep. But it doesn't matter which blankets they are; she requires no emotional attachment to them, as long as she can sleep with them. Hopefully, for my sake, she takes on a different philosophy when it comes to men.
Tip of the Day - If you're invited to a surprise birthday party, make sure you double check your email messages as to the exact location of the party. You feel like a real d-bag when you show up at the person's house and blow the whole thing.
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