Yes, I think I deserve a medal today.  Probably a Gold one too.  I kept everyone alive.  And believe me, there were a couple of times it was questionable.

So when I started this blog I really thought I was just the by-stander to all the craziness here.  Just innocently watching from the sidelines, not really involved in the said shenanigans,  Well, let me tell you, the last few days have made me think about that?  The last couple of days, I’ve been smack dab in the middle of what was going on.  Has it been this way all along and I’ve just been blind to it?  Surely not?  So here’s the latest story.

Let me set the scene for you first.  Yesterday afternoon I came home from work a little early with a stomach bug.  I wasn’t home 30 minutes and Jason got home and he was not feeling good.  Then the boys get home from school and Warren has a headache and a fever.  Tanner is the last man standing.  With 75% of us sick, it was a rough night.

Jason took Tanner to school today and I stayed home with Warren.  I still was not feeling well and Warren still had a headache.  I logged onto my work computer and knocked out a bunch of work while Warren napped.  He started to feel better and I could tell because he was running around the house.  I asked him to take the puppy out and he said he didn’t want to.  Let’s be honest.  That made me a little mad.  I was not feeling good.  Had my pajamas, robe and slippers on along with yesterday’s make-up and hair piled on top of my head in desperate need of a shampoo and a brush.

I take the puppy out (she is 9 months and is lucky she is going to see tomorrow) without a leash.  Mistake numero uno.  There are people across the side road cutting down a tree or something.  Well if that crazy dog didn’t run off, cross the road to meet them.  I go back in the house and ditch the slippers and robe for a more polished look of Jason’s Muck boots and his Lands’ End jacket.  Mind you, I still have my jammie bottoms in full view.  I get back out side and she is now on our side of the road again.  She is so lucky she didn’t get run over twice.  But she won’t come to me and I’m really not feeling well.

Warren comes out and is trying to help me get her.  She was getting pretty close and even was starting to calm down a bit when low and behold someone pulls in the driveway.  I turn around to see a big, white box style truck parked at the end of the drive.  The dog takes off and is now in the road in front of our house.  The poor guy driving didn’t stand a chance.  He could have been there to kidnap me or rob me or more than likely was there to look at the car for sale in the front yard.

I lost my cool and about lost my stuff.  I yelled at him (and when I say yelled, I mean I raised my voice loudly) to stay in his truck.  I was getting ready to throw-up and I needed to catch the dog.  Then I turned and started yelling at Warren.  If he would just do what I say we would not bee going through this.  The dog is darting from one side of the truck to the other.  The guy driving is really not sure what to do.  So he says out the window he would just leave and he starts the engine.  Holy cow!  I flipped out then.  I was yelling even louder at him to turn it off and not move.  He immediately turned it back off and sat there.  I was waving my hands at him like a crazy person.  I know he was thinking he was being detained against his will at this point.

About then Warren caught the dog and I got the leash on her.  I then yelled at the guy.  “ok, what do you need?”  He said, “I just wanna look at the car?”  You could tell he was scared now.  I said I was sick, the kid was sick and the dog ran off.  He started to ask me a question about the car and I told him to call the number on it.  He said “Ma’am, are you ok, Can I get you some help?”

I get the kid and the dog inside and Warren just looks at me and says “You know he is probably calling the nine one one on you. I think you scared that guy.”

Give me a medal.  We are all alive and no one got kidnapped and no one called Jason about the car.