Elle and I both kinda sorta love this day.
Why?
I think it’s simply that we like to be rebels and go against the flow and so when other people hated something growing up we had to love it. Thirteen has also been my favorite number since it was my jersey number when I was 7ish and played T-ball, I had no idea of the bad rap that it got.
So today I’d like to tell you a story of a day that I had bad luck! It was not a Friday the 13th.
It began with Eggs and Sugar. Lots of good things begin with eggs and sugar, things like: meringues, soufflé, pudding; add in some butter and we get: cookies, cakes, brownies. So many yummy things.
This particular day found me making breakfast for myself in
Elle’s kitchen. (oh how I enjoyed those 6 months that we lived close enough to
each other for long weekend visits) She and 007 had gone to run an errand and
Mr. Hollywood and I were at the house with the 8 kids. The older ones had made
pancakes for everyone and when they were all done eating I set off to make
myself some eggs.
All was going well. The always helpful littlest of Elle’s monkeys was still at the table and I asked her where they kept their salt shaker, she pointed out the cupboard and I was on my way to delicious hot perfectly cooked eggs. I grabbed the clear shaker filled with tiny white grains out and tipped it over onto my eggs only then noticing the size of the holes in the shaker… they were large, very large, the type in the top of a sugar shaker NOT a salt shaker. (Bad luck item number 1) But it was too late, the damage was done. Not wanting to throw out “perfectly good food” I thought I’d save them with some garlic salt I spotted. Surely the garlic would over power the sugar and they’d be great.
All was going well. The always helpful littlest of Elle’s monkeys was still at the table and I asked her where they kept their salt shaker, she pointed out the cupboard and I was on my way to delicious hot perfectly cooked eggs. I grabbed the clear shaker filled with tiny white grains out and tipped it over onto my eggs only then noticing the size of the holes in the shaker… they were large, very large, the type in the top of a sugar shaker NOT a salt shaker. (Bad luck item number 1) But it was too late, the damage was done. Not wanting to throw out “perfectly good food” I thought I’d save them with some garlic salt I spotted. Surely the garlic would over power the sugar and they’d be great.
About two bites in Elle got home and spotted me sitting at the table with a tortured expression on my face. “What’s wrong?” “She put sugar on her eggs” the littlest monkey pipes up. Horrified Elle grabs my plate. “WHY are you trying to eat them?!? You should make new ones. Do you want me to make you new ones?” The eggs were tossed and a new batch made, not cooked quite as perfectly this time, but much tastier with salt instead of sugar.
ON TO THE REST OF OUR DAY!!!
We’d planned to take the boys shooting, practice their aim and groupings. I was excited to try out the handgun I was interested in purchasing for myself and see if I enjoyed shooting it as much as it was comfortable in my hand. Our first location was rained out, so we had to go to an indoor range. (bad luck item number 2?) All was going well, we got everyone set up with eye and ear protection, had our targets ready and now it was time to shoot.
When my turn came up to try the hand gun all looked good. Then I moved my thumb, my left thumb, up over the top of my right, a nice secure grasp. Except for one thing… this type of gun slides back when it shoots. One shot fired and the thumb was gone. (bad luck item number 3) Okay not really I didn’t shoot off my thumb (and no one shot their eye out either) but it did have a large bleeding gash on the top first knuckle. Elle and I quickly made our way to the ladies' room where we rinsed it out and she held pressure. It hurt so very much that I was queasy and weak-kneed. How could it hurt that much? I wondered. I had had plenty of pain in my life, how could a small gash in my thumb hurt so much? Her holding pressure made it hurt even more. WHY? That usually feels better on a cut? (I wouldn’t figure out for a couple of weeks the answer). We wrapped it up and headed back in. I watched everyone shoot for a while. Then they brought out a big “fun” riffle that Elle begged me to shoot, she didn’t want me to miss my chance. So I headed up with my left thumb wrapped to shoot the riffle. First shot; out pops the brass and down my shirt it went. (bad luck item number 4)
We’d planned to take the boys shooting, practice their aim and groupings. I was excited to try out the handgun I was interested in purchasing for myself and see if I enjoyed shooting it as much as it was comfortable in my hand. Our first location was rained out, so we had to go to an indoor range. (bad luck item number 2?) All was going well, we got everyone set up with eye and ear protection, had our targets ready and now it was time to shoot.
When my turn came up to try the hand gun all looked good. Then I moved my thumb, my left thumb, up over the top of my right, a nice secure grasp. Except for one thing… this type of gun slides back when it shoots. One shot fired and the thumb was gone. (bad luck item number 3) Okay not really I didn’t shoot off my thumb (and no one shot their eye out either) but it did have a large bleeding gash on the top first knuckle. Elle and I quickly made our way to the ladies' room where we rinsed it out and she held pressure. It hurt so very much that I was queasy and weak-kneed. How could it hurt that much? I wondered. I had had plenty of pain in my life, how could a small gash in my thumb hurt so much? Her holding pressure made it hurt even more. WHY? That usually feels better on a cut? (I wouldn’t figure out for a couple of weeks the answer). We wrapped it up and headed back in. I watched everyone shoot for a while. Then they brought out a big “fun” riffle that Elle begged me to shoot, she didn’t want me to miss my chance. So I headed up with my left thumb wrapped to shoot the riffle. First shot; out pops the brass and down my shirt it went. (bad luck item number 4)
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| About a week after. |
So there I sat, left thumb wrapped up throbbing in pain and a half inch burn just under my right collar bone.
I was done! So done! I am normally a VERY good shot. I have never had any sort of safety accident. I had never had a brass burn me. What was going on?!?!
THE EGGS!!! That was when it hit me!! I had set my own bad luck in motion when I accidentally put sugar on my eggs. I should have gone back to bed at that point and not left the house all day. Not really I don’t believe in “bad luck” per say, but I do believe that you can have an off day and be so frazzled from one “bad luck” moment that your brain doesn’t respond well to the stress of the day. I do however advise against putting sugar on your eggs.
THE EGGS!!! That was when it hit me!! I had set my own bad luck in motion when I accidentally put sugar on my eggs. I should have gone back to bed at that point and not left the house all day. Not really I don’t believe in “bad luck” per say, but I do believe that you can have an off day and be so frazzled from one “bad luck” moment that your brain doesn’t respond well to the stress of the day. I do however advise against putting sugar on your eggs.
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| When it was almost all healed up. |
Oh and why did my thumb hurt so much? I had actually chipped
the bone on my knuckle. Good thing it had been immobile for the first couple
weeks so had healed up fine, but it did take a solid month or more for the pain
to stop.
STAY AWESOME
EM
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