Just Call Me Grace

Now, I have never been known for my gracefullness and for most of my childhood, my mother referred to me as clumsy Jane. I have passed this trait along to my daughter, who I refer to as "Grace" all the time.

Well, you know we had our Costume Party/Dance Saturday night. Well, it started out as the biggest dud. It was supposed to start at 8ish and since we supplied the music, me and DH got up there around 6pm. Well, at 8:45, there wasn't a sole there yet. We almost packed up and left. Even the hostessess didn't show up on time. Eventually, people started drifting in and there was a semi decent crowd there by say 9:30. I could tell by that time that it was going to be a long night.

I went as a sexy nurse, pictures will be coming later on, and DH came as a doctor giving away free mammograms. Well, I oculdn't find anything to wear for sexy shoes, so I just put my black 3 inch heeled go go boots on. Now, I'm already 6' tall to that made me about 6'3, give or take. The dress was so short, it showed my butt crack and DH said I had to wear shorts to be able to go out in public and that I better not bend over at all. I wore white thigh highs with lacy tops and found a pair of girdle looking shorts with lace on the bottom, so at least they kind of looked like they may belong together.

Well, everything was going good, until I got a little tipsy and tried to maneuver a set of steps. It was really dark and I just knew I was safe on the floor when low and behold, there I go, face first to the floor. Well, my left knee took the brunt of the fall and it is purely a miracle that I did not shatter my patella. Had there not been so many people looking and laughing and had I not been so shamed, I would have laid on the floor and squalled, it hurt so bad. But I jumped up like I had planned it that way and kept going. It is black and blue and sore as heck today, but I am able to walk on it. I guess my whole body will fall apart before I get this surgery. God help me.

Though I won't bore you with the step by step details of the night, there was some cute outfits, and the winners were the wet t-shirt contest with a set of triple H's and the male gynocologist names Seymore Bush. My personal favorite was my "sister" who dressed up as an escaped psychiatric patient. Boy she played that part well, has us all wondering.....

Anyhow, I survived the night, bummed knee and back and all. I thought I wouldn't be able to move Sunday morning, but much to my surprise, it wasn't that bad. Now, if this dang bronchitis would go away. I haven't had a voice in 2 days, which I'm sure S has enjoyed.

I did go to the doctor, he gave me a shot of Rocephin and a bunch of medicine, hopefully it will be knocked out before my surgery Thursday.

Okay, while I have all your attention: I have some prayer requests...
1. for me to get through this surgery and have a quick recovery
2. for my dad's heart cath to go well and for him to be able to have stints put in to fix the aortic aneurysm instead of them having to cut him from can to can't.
3. for my dad's surgery to go without a hitch and him get back on his feet (the doctor's say he could die on the table, but without the surgery, he will definitely die)
and 4. for my mom to get through all this, she is worried about me and my dad and is under a lot of stress.

Okay, that about does it for the requests.

Off to get the punk rocker, the dead Chinese woman, the policeman and the fairy (me) ready to go to a Halloween Party.

Happy Halloween Everyone.
Safe Trick or Treating....