Trials, Tribulations and Lillie....
Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:08 pm
A phone disturbs the quiet Martin house at about 6am this morning.
It is the communication center. The alarm is going off at Thayne's office. It happens about once every other month or so and has been a false alarm every time. You get 3 false alarms and then it begins costing you a fine of $75 to the city to cover costs of sending police there--etc. Last year he exceeded his allotment by 5 times.
Anyway-- it requires that he go to town, turn it off and tour the building with the police.
Two years ago Thayne bought the building the JC Penney had recently vacated and renovated it to be his clinic. Two levels, an escalator-- 12 dentists working for him-- quite a set up.
Because he keeps medications there his insurance company urged him to get an alarm... which he was delighted to do as he loves anything that is electronic and has a control pad or remote control of any kind.
He kisses me goodbye and promises to bring some pastries back with him and drives off in to the still dark Iowa morning.
10 minutes later the phone rings again.... My poor Thayne has hit a deer! Can I come at once to the scene of his accident? Of course I can... "Be careful" he warns! It has gotten icy in the night!
I leap from bed and go to Alax's room and wake him up and tell him what is going on and that he needs to be in charge of the house while we are gone-- that I do not know how long it will take to deal with all this. He grumbles a little but brings his pillow and duvet down and lays back down on the "fainting couch" I have on the 2nd floor landing. This is where he can hear any brouhaha's his siblings might start before his father and I get home.
I throw a long coat on and put some cute little clogs on (they really are just darling shoes-- you should see them!) and run outside to the garage. The moment I step from under the portico and onto the cement of the sidewalk I slip and fall onto my rear end and slide my way to the garage. I get up, only to fall again, this time I just fall to my knees onto the grass next to the sidewalk--- Cursing the cute clogs I crawl to the garage door and into the garage...
I fire up the Big Rig and back out.... The cobbled driveway we are so proud of (we did it ourselves) is anything but a joy in icy weather-- and we are required to creep along at keep your foot on the break to go slower that the car idles when it is really slick out...
The gravel road we live on is usually less slick than the highway so I zip down it the half mile to the paved county road which leads to the highway. This road is very slick and I have to go about 20-30mph for 2 miles. This is where Thayne is... I stop and move to the passenger seat and he gets in and off we go.... He begins to go 40-45mph. I remain silent as this is what I have learned to do over the years when it comes to his driving...
He has a bloody nose and his glasses are bent. These are his only injuries, and he got them from the airbag deploying. Poor thing.
We make it to his office and he meets with the cop and they enter the building. I remain in the rig.... I wait and wait and wait..... Pretty soon another cop car comes whipping up -- lights on -- I leap out of the big rig and immediately fall to the parking lot and my coat flies up-- alerting the new officer on the scene to the fact that I am not yet dressed for the day. He helps me up and asks me where the other officer is-- I tell him that he is in the office and ask him why he is here. He tells me that the dispatch person had been trying to get the other policeman on the radio and had been unable to so they sent him out to check on the situation. We approach the building.. His hand protectively on my elbow.... (Such a nice, well mannered HOT young man he was...)
We get into the vestibule and can immediately hear that Kool and the Gang is singing "Celebrate". I inform the hottie that all is not well in Tooth-ville.... He asks me how I know.. Well---- It should be obvious! Thayne would never play Kool and the Gang... Rick Astley maybe-- but not Kool and the Gang. He responds by putting his hand on the butt of his gun! (I do become concerned at this point) He tells me I have to go back outside---Instead I screech Thayne's name at the to of my voice... Being in the vestibule-- well of course Thayne can not hear me... Before hottie can wrestle me into a pair of cuffs-- or even chastise me for my screech-- the music stops and within 10 seconds Thayne and the other cop appear. Smiling. Chatting... Visiting about "satellite radio". What happened was that somehow someone set the satellite radio to come on via a timer and there was a magazine on top of one of the speakers (they surmise) and the "kick-butt" bass made it slide off--setting off the motion sensors and therefore the alarm. Of course this is all acceptable-- even OK as "kick butt" bass was involved.
We hop into the rig and head out to the store for the pastries... Never mind that Thayne's car is parked on a deer cadaver on the road just a few miles from where our children lay sleeping...
Thayne announces that he is sure the car is totaled (he hopes it is) and that this is OK as he has "had his eye" on a different car anyway.....
He had called the Sheriff's office and when we came back upon the scene one of the deputies were there and Thayne got out and they had one of those peculiar conversations only men can understand and then a tow trucked arrived to tow Thayne's former pride and joy to the import dealer's lot.
We continue home... Alax sleeping (he looks like an angel when he is sleeping-- Just like his mommy) on the fainting couch and my poor Lillie sitting on the first step from the landing to the 2nd floor wrapped up in my dressing gown....
"I was so scared" she tells us as she runs and jumps up into her daddies arms. She is a worrier and she is never really content unless everyone is home, accounted for and safe in bed! She had heard the phone ring the 2nd time, but by the time she had managed to wake up enough to get out of bed I was already gone. Alax was no help-- He grumbled at her to go back to bed. She told him she was going to sit there until mommy and daddy came home. Toonces, one of our Springer Spaniels was there with her.
She washed Thayne's face for him and put a bandaid he didn't need on his nose....
Later-- when her twin Torrey was wondering what car her daddy was going to buy and wishing it would be one that would show her in the best possible light as she rode around in it-- She told her "Torrey! Keep still! No one looks at you in a car anyway!" She seldom has anything negative to say to or about anyone--especially her twin -- but the dear little thing is stressed out over this accident and has been teary eyed all morning..
For years I was the only female in an all male household. All my boys have always been out for sports and have always been all boy. Trips to the ER for stitches, baseballs through windows or lumps on foreheads are nothing to me. If the injured person is able to walk and talk-- I know the rest of it can more than likely be handled with an ice pack, Tylenol and ice cream.
I hope when poor Lillie grows up she only has girls who like to sew and read books....
She hasn't gotten too far from her daddy today. I do just love the fact that I have a husband who is a hero to his daughters---even if he loves "kick butt" bass, imports cars and has insisted on wearing DKNY fitted shirts since he turned 40... That man has worn that Barbie Bandaid all day......
He can have any car he wants...
It is the communication center. The alarm is going off at Thayne's office. It happens about once every other month or so and has been a false alarm every time. You get 3 false alarms and then it begins costing you a fine of $75 to the city to cover costs of sending police there--etc. Last year he exceeded his allotment by 5 times.
Anyway-- it requires that he go to town, turn it off and tour the building with the police.
Two years ago Thayne bought the building the JC Penney had recently vacated and renovated it to be his clinic. Two levels, an escalator-- 12 dentists working for him-- quite a set up.
Because he keeps medications there his insurance company urged him to get an alarm... which he was delighted to do as he loves anything that is electronic and has a control pad or remote control of any kind.
He kisses me goodbye and promises to bring some pastries back with him and drives off in to the still dark Iowa morning.
10 minutes later the phone rings again.... My poor Thayne has hit a deer! Can I come at once to the scene of his accident? Of course I can... "Be careful" he warns! It has gotten icy in the night!
I leap from bed and go to Alax's room and wake him up and tell him what is going on and that he needs to be in charge of the house while we are gone-- that I do not know how long it will take to deal with all this. He grumbles a little but brings his pillow and duvet down and lays back down on the "fainting couch" I have on the 2nd floor landing. This is where he can hear any brouhaha's his siblings might start before his father and I get home.
I throw a long coat on and put some cute little clogs on (they really are just darling shoes-- you should see them!) and run outside to the garage. The moment I step from under the portico and onto the cement of the sidewalk I slip and fall onto my rear end and slide my way to the garage. I get up, only to fall again, this time I just fall to my knees onto the grass next to the sidewalk--- Cursing the cute clogs I crawl to the garage door and into the garage...
I fire up the Big Rig and back out.... The cobbled driveway we are so proud of (we did it ourselves) is anything but a joy in icy weather-- and we are required to creep along at keep your foot on the break to go slower that the car idles when it is really slick out...
The gravel road we live on is usually less slick than the highway so I zip down it the half mile to the paved county road which leads to the highway. This road is very slick and I have to go about 20-30mph for 2 miles. This is where Thayne is... I stop and move to the passenger seat and he gets in and off we go.... He begins to go 40-45mph. I remain silent as this is what I have learned to do over the years when it comes to his driving...
He has a bloody nose and his glasses are bent. These are his only injuries, and he got them from the airbag deploying. Poor thing.
We make it to his office and he meets with the cop and they enter the building. I remain in the rig.... I wait and wait and wait..... Pretty soon another cop car comes whipping up -- lights on -- I leap out of the big rig and immediately fall to the parking lot and my coat flies up-- alerting the new officer on the scene to the fact that I am not yet dressed for the day. He helps me up and asks me where the other officer is-- I tell him that he is in the office and ask him why he is here. He tells me that the dispatch person had been trying to get the other policeman on the radio and had been unable to so they sent him out to check on the situation. We approach the building.. His hand protectively on my elbow.... (Such a nice, well mannered HOT young man he was...)
We get into the vestibule and can immediately hear that Kool and the Gang is singing "Celebrate". I inform the hottie that all is not well in Tooth-ville.... He asks me how I know.. Well---- It should be obvious! Thayne would never play Kool and the Gang... Rick Astley maybe-- but not Kool and the Gang. He responds by putting his hand on the butt of his gun! (I do become concerned at this point) He tells me I have to go back outside---Instead I screech Thayne's name at the to of my voice... Being in the vestibule-- well of course Thayne can not hear me... Before hottie can wrestle me into a pair of cuffs-- or even chastise me for my screech-- the music stops and within 10 seconds Thayne and the other cop appear. Smiling. Chatting... Visiting about "satellite radio". What happened was that somehow someone set the satellite radio to come on via a timer and there was a magazine on top of one of the speakers (they surmise) and the "kick-butt" bass made it slide off--setting off the motion sensors and therefore the alarm. Of course this is all acceptable-- even OK as "kick butt" bass was involved.
We hop into the rig and head out to the store for the pastries... Never mind that Thayne's car is parked on a deer cadaver on the road just a few miles from where our children lay sleeping...
Thayne announces that he is sure the car is totaled (he hopes it is) and that this is OK as he has "had his eye" on a different car anyway.....
He had called the Sheriff's office and when we came back upon the scene one of the deputies were there and Thayne got out and they had one of those peculiar conversations only men can understand and then a tow trucked arrived to tow Thayne's former pride and joy to the import dealer's lot.
We continue home... Alax sleeping (he looks like an angel when he is sleeping-- Just like his mommy) on the fainting couch and my poor Lillie sitting on the first step from the landing to the 2nd floor wrapped up in my dressing gown....
"I was so scared" she tells us as she runs and jumps up into her daddies arms. She is a worrier and she is never really content unless everyone is home, accounted for and safe in bed! She had heard the phone ring the 2nd time, but by the time she had managed to wake up enough to get out of bed I was already gone. Alax was no help-- He grumbled at her to go back to bed. She told him she was going to sit there until mommy and daddy came home. Toonces, one of our Springer Spaniels was there with her.
She washed Thayne's face for him and put a bandaid he didn't need on his nose....
Later-- when her twin Torrey was wondering what car her daddy was going to buy and wishing it would be one that would show her in the best possible light as she rode around in it-- She told her "Torrey! Keep still! No one looks at you in a car anyway!" She seldom has anything negative to say to or about anyone--especially her twin -- but the dear little thing is stressed out over this accident and has been teary eyed all morning..
For years I was the only female in an all male household. All my boys have always been out for sports and have always been all boy. Trips to the ER for stitches, baseballs through windows or lumps on foreheads are nothing to me. If the injured person is able to walk and talk-- I know the rest of it can more than likely be handled with an ice pack, Tylenol and ice cream.
I hope when poor Lillie grows up she only has girls who like to sew and read books....
She hasn't gotten too far from her daddy today. I do just love the fact that I have a husband who is a hero to his daughters---even if he loves "kick butt" bass, imports cars and has insisted on wearing DKNY fitted shirts since he turned 40... That man has worn that Barbie Bandaid all day......
He can have any car he wants...