The Musings of Ruth

Main Entry: muse
Function: verb
Pronunciation: 'myüz
Form(s): mused ; mus·ing
1 : to become absorbed in thought ; especially : to turn something over in the mind meditatively and often inconclusively
2 : to think or say reflectively synonym : PONDER

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Yup, I'm a freak.

Today is Father's Day, and I'll be the first to shout from the rooftops that I love my Daddy! Being the youngest of seven and having an often extremely overactive imagination, I got a bit carried away this evening in my search for my Father. In the end, after Dad was safe and accounted for, he just laughed and said what a wonderful Father's Day present this was to him. Now, I bet you're wondering what happened, huh? Here goes...

I told my Mom that I'd be visiting later in the afternoon with Kirsten. Well, I ended up taking a late nap on the couch, woke up at around 5:30, and gave my parents a call to say I was on my way. No answer. No answer on Mom's cell. Hmmm. I call my brother Paul, thinking he might've seen them or maybe he's with them. Nope. He saw them earlier in the day & even mentioned how Dad wasn't feeling well, but he didn't know where they were now. Okay, try another sibling. I called Val, knowing she was going to visit. Nope, she didn't get ahold of them either. Hmmm! Now my curiosity is sparking! And, knowing me, this is when a bit of concern started in. I decide to play detective now. I pack up Kirsten & drive over to my parents' home. No car in the driveway, no one home. I call Gary's house & talk with Emily. She doesn't know either. I call Steve's place & talk with Laura. She has no info for me. While talking with her, Steve beeps thru to her, and she reports back to me that he doesn't know. Okay, at this point I'm worrying. Maybe the dark clouds looming over me with impending rain is adding to my emotions... I'm weird like that. I proceed to get gas in the car, pick up tacos for us, and realize I need to go back to check their home again. I forgot to knock & ring the doorbell. Maybe Dad was sleeping & Mom was just away. Nope, no answer with that. I head home, and Kirsten & I have to run from the car as we get nailed with rain. At this point I've even called them a few more times, just in case, but no answer. I cave in to my original thought & call the local hospitals, giving both of my parents names and checking admitting and the ERs. Yes, I called there. Thankfully, they weren't there. Finally, after talking with Paul & Val one more time (they must think I'm just a nutty little sister!), Mom beeped thru. They went out to dinner & Mom's cell just wasn't working right! Aaaaaghhhh!!!!!

Dad said he'll be sure to call me when they die, just so I don't freak out like this again! LOL Anyway, by this time it was nearing 7:30 & too late for me to go visit. I'll have to make a plan for sometime soon to spend time with my Dad. He really is the best Dad I could've imagined to be blessed with.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Email overload

I logged into my AOL account to check my email for something this afternoon and saw that I had 178 emails in my inbox. Funny how those things sneak up on me. I know, many of you don't understand how someone can actually have that many, and I'll admit, I've been aware of the growing number of them in there. Some of them are surveys (I found this cool company that actually pays me to fill them out), some are simple newsletters (recipes, etc.), some are email groups I belong to (like the CA one about Kirsten's nose condition), some are actual emails from family or friends, and the majority of the rest are little reminders I email myself about. Are those reminders effective? Not if they're sitting in my inbox, waiting for me to find a quiet hour of spare time to read thru them all and actually attempt to do them!

I did manage to whittle the number down to 158 before posting here. This is, of course, not counting the dozen or more emails I have in my Yahoo! account from FlyLady, which I still have to look thru! (I'll post another blog sometime about FlyLady!)

I took a Motrin 800 & have a tall glass of Pepsi by my side... emails, I'm a comin' for ya!