Monday, April 4, 2011

Meet Me On Monday

Meet me on Monday is a blogging meme hosted at Never Grow Old. There are five questions each Monday. It's a great way for bloggers and their readers to get to know each other better.

These are the questions for this week:

1. If you had to eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

That would have to be potatoes. I love potatoes in many forms: baked, mashed, fried, hash browned, roasted, and french fried. I have always been picky about my french fries, though. I prefer them with very little or no salt and not too greasy. I know, you are probably thinking, "Fries without salt? Why bother?" Simple...I don't like salt. I do not eat french fried very often anymore, though, because of my swallowing difficulties from my Parkinsons.

2. Do you write your blog posts in advance or the day you post them?

I usually think about my posts for a day or more (sometimes even long in advance) and have it all but written in my head. Once I actually begin typing the post, I usually finish it that day and post it right away.

3. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?

Yes, two times.
The first time was when I was in the second grade. We were on vacation with friends and at a drive-in movie. Us kiddos were laying on the hump where you park. The movie The Pink Panther was showing. It was the second movie and most of us kiddos were asleep. I was RUDELY awaken to a full-size car filled with eight people sitting on my feet. It was the owner of the drive-in whom was driving really drunk! My mom made him move forward and off of my feet and pulled me out before he could run them over with the back wheels. My best friend also had her toes ran over. One of my friend's cousins saw the car coming at the last minute and pulled my younger sister out of the way. She would have likely been ran over in her mid-section... obviously NOT GOOD!

I was taken by ambulance to the hospital. The main thing I remember was how loud it was in the ambulance. It seemed that they had at least five different radios going loudly at the same time and neither of my parents were with me. Pretty scary. We were from out of town and the drive-in theater's owner was a friend of the doctor, apparently. He told my parents that nothing was broken, but that I had to stay off of my feet as much as possible for a few weeks. Well, we were quite poor, so my "second opinion" came from a phone call my mom made to a doctor. He said that if nothing was broken, then the worse thing I could do was to not walk on my feet. It hurt SO bad. I had to go to my dancing lessons and even remember crying at recess, because the teachers were determined to keep me on my feet all through recess to help me...

Well...when I was twenty-four, I had x-rays on my feet. Guess what they showed? My feet had been broken in MANY places and fused back together badly. I was born with really bad feet and ankles anyway. I was taking dancing lessons initially for physical therapy. It was cheaper and our landlady's daughter was a dance teacher. She turned out to be a wonderful influence in my childhood...wonderful lady!

Ever since then while watching a movie at a drive-in, I refused to sit outside of the vehicle. My children never did either. This last summer, I sat outside on a lawn chair at the drive-in for the first time since. It felt weird, daring, and in a way...liberating. I also have avoided any of the Pink Panther joke.

The second time was in 1995 when my then-husband whom was famous for getting into car accidents, succeeded in tipping our van over and spinning it on a Kansas City area highway in a one-car accident. Impressive huh? :) As the van was heading straight to a wall of rocks and my life LITERALLY passed like a movie before my eyes, the van started to roll. We had a medal TV mounted in severely hard plastic between the front seats. On the third time that my head was on its way to smacking into the TV, I blacked out. I cracked that severely hard plastic with my head. My daughter (about seven at the time) and I rode to the hospital in the ambulance. My ex was unharmed. My daughter had hit her head, so they took her as a precaution. Because of the way they had found me, they used the jaws to pry the back door of the van open and removed me on a board. They were sure that I probably had a broken neck, ribs, ankle, knee, and possibly back. I obviously had a concussion and MANY bruises. It turned out that I had no broken bones, but several bruised bones, ribs that still to this day go out very easily, and my concussion.

I still get VERY nervous when driving near rock walls. Then guess where I moved a few years the most mountainous state: Nevada. I am getting much better, but I have to preoccupy myself when I am a passenger, so the driver (usually hubby) isn't driven insane. :) I can't help it.

4. What is your favorite candle scent?

It kind of depends on the season. Some faves are vanilla, lilac, lavender, and apple spice.

5. Coffee or tea?

The ONLY coffee I like is a Lite Mocha Frappucino with lots of cinnamon powder on top and no whip. My hubby calls it my fru-fru coffee. I also love FRESH-brewed ice tea without lemon or sugar and not too strong. I'm really picky about my ice tea.


  1. What a freak accident that was at the drive in! I've never even thought of getting run over there.

    I'm all into the fru fru coffees too...

  2. Thanks for following...following back...your fru fru sounds yummy

  3. Wow! Just wow at your ambulance stories. You are very brave to have gone through all of that!

  4. Lesley - I really didn't have a choice. ;) Thanks though. BTW LOVE your blog!

  5. Jules - this was back in the mid-70's when it wasn't really even frowned upon much to drink and drive.

  6. I'm glad you have survived through the years. Yikes! And, I would choose bread over a potato anyday. :)

  7. Grumpy Grateful Mom - lol...that is just the tip of the iceberg! :) Bread would have probably been towards the top of my list before, but with my swallowing issues, I don't eat as much bread as before. Hope you have a wonderful week!

  8. OMG! what a horrible story when you were a kid. How scary must that have been? I also write blogs in my head first before I write them out...

  9. I remember the accident in the van, some parts of that day more vividly than others.

    I remember the young couple that stayed with me while they were getting you out of the car. I don't remember the ambulance ride, but I do remember waking up in the hospital with a gauze wrapped around me, just a precaution, and my new stuffed bear, which I still have. The memory that has stuck with me the most through the years and still terrifies me was when I was walking through the hospital, I don't know who with, but I looked through an open door and saw you hooked up to machines, as a 7-year-old that was really hard to take in.

    But we survived, and we will continue to.

    1. I remember that young couple, too. They definitely were a God-send. You always loved that bear! :) I didn't know about you seeing me on lots of machines. I must have looked a sight! I'm pretty sure that they had me in a neck brace, too. Sorry hunny! And yes, we did survive and we will definitely continue to do so! <3