Are you great at giving speeches and getting up in front of a classroom or a group of people to speak publicly. NOT ME. Not my daughter either. We totally freak out! Speaking before other people gives us a reason to call in sick, to feign incurable illnesses, to stay in bed with the covers over our heads, suffer from insomnia, to have diarrhea, a nervous stomach, to throw up occasionally, to walk through life with glazed over eyes in a zombie-like state. It's SO scary. My husband has no problems with it at all, nor my sons. Unfortunately, my daughter is like me in this respect. This post is about her - kind of a special request.
She had a speech to do Monday morning at 9 in her college classroom. She fretted, walked the floor, wrung her hands, pulled wads of hair out of her head (not really), called me 2,017 times over the weekend, wrote and re-wrote, prepared her Power Point presentation and took pictures of herself in her demented state. The following are some of those---- Caution - you are now entering the No-Spin Zone! Images are not for the fainthearted...
One can plainly see the progression of the downward spiral of insanity of the mind that has taken over this young woman's psyche. Recovery is slim at best. Only after the speech is given and the appropriate visual aids have been dispensed to her audience will sanity once again return to said female subject. Then, heart rate will return to normal as well as eating/digestion processes. UNTIL the next time....
Her brother Josh was so helpful in cheering her up and encouraging her. He sent her this stupid video from You-Tube, and told her not to worry about cuz people wouldn't be listening anyway. Thanks Josh. You can start this video if you want, but it's too long, and you'll only want to watch about may 8-10 seconds of it. It'll make your day and make you glad you have dogs instead of teenagers. Actually, it did remind me a little of my daughter when she was much younger.... glad she outgrew that!
Now, on to other matters.
One of my neighbor's cows got out sometime yesterday and ran amock through my garden and all around the house. Do you know what a several hundred lb cow can do to a garden? Do you know how deeply their hooves can sink into the soft damp sand (it rained a little Sunday)? Do you know what those heavy feet can do to a poor onion? I followed the hoofprints all around the house and out the back of our place yesterday afternoon. Tried to straighten the poor onions up and tamp down the dirt around them. Thank goodness that was about it. There were no prints in my tomatos or peas. Dumb cow. Sorry I didnt have my camera with me. I know you're so sad you don't get to see hoofprints in my garden.
Well, better run - husband will be here to eat lunch with me any minute. Oh yeah, I'm getting to see my nephew this evening (and my sister). He's been in the Navy for the past 18 months or so, and for the last 9 months he's been in the Persian Gulf and all around the world. I'm looking forward to seeing him. He left a 6'3" beanpole and is coming home the Incredible Hulk! I'll have pictures!!!! See ya!
