Blond Moments

The following incidents are true. I have chosen to disclose this information to prevent myself from developing an inflated ego.

I was watching a program on the Discovery Health channel about the Birmingham Children’s Hospital. The show highlighted personal accounts of three children facing serious illnesses. I missed the first few minutes of the program but became quickly interested in the subject matter.

As the show progressed, I began to notice several people speaking with British accents. I wondered why so many British people were in Birmingham, Alabama. I thought this was rather unusual. It was only during the last five minutes of the program that I realized the hospital was located in Birmingham, England, not Birmingham, Alabama.

My first grand-nephew was born on February 12, 1992. I found out his mother was in labor while I was at work. As soon as I got home that evening, I called my sister to find out if she had any information about the baby.

I called my sister’s house. She answered the phone. In a classic blond moment, I asked “where are you”.

One day I was taking a load of laundry to my Mother’s house. Our water softener was being installed and our water was temporally turned off. I had a full basket of clothes ready to go. I walked to the car to place the basket into the trunk. Something distracted me so I placed the basket directly behind the car.

A few minutes later, I jumped into the car. I had totally forgotten about the laundry and backed the car over the basket. I looked through the car window to see my clothes spread all over the driveway.

I had surgery on my foot in 1998 and had to use crutches for about ten days. My niece Beth offered to drive me to a few appointments and we stopped by the supermarket on the way home. Beth helped me get a motorized shopping cart. Kimberly was four years old at the time and asked to sit on my lap as I drove the cart.

I quickly learned how to maneuver the cart and I was moving through the aisles fairly well.

Or so I thought.

I turned one corner too sharply and caught the edge of a stack of cheese crackers. This sent the crackers falling to the floor.

There is an old saying about blonds having more fun. I may not always have fun, but I am sure my life will be filled with blond moments.