So tell me what could the Tooth Fairy, your comments, Mary-LEU's award, 100% humidity, wounded wings, computer reloads, colds, pink eye, lightening, coffee shops, and another long assortment of events / items possibly have in common? How about the word "oops"?

The Tooth Fairy

The first "oops" is just for all you Tooth Fairy assistants out there.

One Tooth Fairy Assistant stopped by my husband's workplace recently. He shared this real life, absolutely true story.

One of his little wards left her tooth out for collection. He slipped in to her room as she slept, flipped open his wallet, pulled out a bill, and made the swap. Business as usual.

The next morning the very, very excited little darling ran to her daddy waving a $50 bill. Yes, that's F I F T Y.

The warning that the Tooth Fairy Assistant delivered is this: Never pull a bill from you wallet in the dark.

Poor Tooth Fairy Assistant only had a $5 bill with which to buy his lunch -- for several days.

Running Damaged

OOoops! For weeks I had a damaged shoulder from mousing around too much. But I started doing some stretching exercises, changed some sleeping habits, took more ibuprofen than I like to, and gradually started to improve.

I also ordered a $20 pen tablet to use more often than my mouse. It's a referb. I knew I was buying old technology. Oops! When it arrived, the box said "Works great with Windows 98!" But I tell you it also works great with Windows XP! Vista? What's Vista?

Ok this is just plain sick

Let's see ... On 8/25, I came and logged in to approve Atypical's comment from 8/8!! And oops! Not only was I shamefully slow in posting Atypical's post, I discovered that my comment notifications were no longer being received by my email (not that this is a guarantee because I don't always ck my email ... But ... Still!)

I'm going to plead for you to take into consideration that I had to reload my pc right in about this time as it was sick with some spybot of some sort.

And Ooops! Around the 20th came down with a cold.

But, here I was, on Saturday, the 25th (remember?) and I thought I was settling in to write a response to your comments and post an update, etc.

OOops! The day was rapidly heating up and the humidity was getting intense. We finally decided that even though I was only marginally well we HAD to leave the house out of self-defense. For example, the kitchen floor is ceramic tile and it was wet like it had been raining inside the house. Literally. And that bugger was slick as boogers. We were also concerned about running the pc's in conditions like that.

So we went to White Plains in what turned out to be 100 degree heat and 100% humidity to hide in the bookstore and pick up my new glasses.

OOOppps! My glasses are tri-focal transitional ... Ummm I'm fairly sure that the mid-range is messed up. Even after practicing with them for all this time, I'm still convinced. Soooo why not make a return trip to get them checked?

OOoops! On the following Wednesday ... just as my cold was truly receding ... I woke up with pink-eye aka conjunctivitis ... the VIRAL version, of course! So no three-day cure with antibiotics for me! It still dribbles some! Lets see I'm into day about day 10 ... at least I'm not waking up with my eye glued shut anymore! And I can even look at the computer for several hours at a time!

Oh but get this Oooops! Somehow I've still managed to gain a little weight! With next to no appetite! Go fish.

In the Billy Department

About two weeks ago Billy went to the doctor. So Ooops now he's scheduled for a little minor surgery in early October to rid of an annoying cyst-thing. He's relieved. So, really that might not fit the oops category.

But this does: Ooops! There was flooding in Ohio. The Southern Baptist Disaster Relief teams were called and Billy and another gentleman agreed to go ... but ... oops there were a few things to consider before they could leave ... and then oops there were enough people for the week ... plan for next weekend ... then oops ... really there were so many people and progress was going so well that well ... never mind.

Goodness all that "oh I'm going" "Oh, no, I'm going later" etc got a bit confusing. So much so that at one point I found myself making plans in my head for while Billy was gone ... even after I knew he wasn't leaving!

OH and there's this rather large OOOOPS!

How to NOT Light up My Life. Please!

We live on top of a hill. Our apartment is in the basement. (Only the bedroom can't see out, it's not a dungeon.) Up here, summer is thunderstorm season. So adding those two together we already knew better than to leave any computer equipment plugged in during a rain event. And we don't go to bed or leave until they are unplugged.

So, a storm moved in and we did all the usual things: unplugged the pc's, closed the windows, did not get in the shower, etc.

Yes. This time the house got struck and Ooops! Billy became part of the light show. He was cooking. The pot was an all metal stew pot. Ok, so, add this to the "What not to do during a thunderstorm" list: Do not cook on an electric stove.

After we got over the initial shock :~p Billy proceeded to give me a lecture (complete with props) about volts and amps. I'll spare you all the details. The bottom line is that there were enough volts for an impressive light show but not enough amps to kill him -- just give him the "hebejeebies."

Thank God!

Your Comments, Your Blogs, Mary-LUE's Award

Now, truly things are out of control here, in this department. I am struggling for balance. I miss ya'll.

First off, OOoops, the idea of trying to respond in posts instead of when I approve your comments ... obviously isn't working and isn't going to work. So, I'm returning to the old system.

I did enjoy reading the posts that ya'll linked to. Thank you very much!

And ya'll should find it amusing that my friends and family are beginning to tell me about ya'll's blogs ... Yes! It's true. And, no, not just Daughter V.

And I'm humiliated to admit that Daughter V had to tell me about my award, Mary-LUE. I should have found your note so much sooner! And that it's taken me this long to say "Thank you!" is beyond disgraceful. I really appreciate your kind words and hope that you still think most of the good things that you've thought before.

As to my own Writing

OOoops, I started this post in my journal on 8/29 while I was at the coffee shop waiting on my train to the doc's office.

Oooops, I typed up the first 1/3 on 9/4 ... and oooops it's taken most of today to get this finished (in between other stuff).

So, obviously, I need to go back to my 15 min a day plan.

I also started a Second Life blog for MarillaAnne. I did this because that particular blog hangs around in my profile in Second Life. That profile is one click away from every crazy and every wonderful person in there. So, yes, even though we all know that I can be tracked to this blog ... AND even though we all know there is a certain measure of risk in writing about ourselves on the web ... I have still decided to make it necessary for Second Lifer's to make it a research project to get to this blog. Ok it's a really short research project ... but you get it.

But oops ... I've not been writing for it either!

So by now you're thinking ... wait ... this woman has been wounded, sick, and obviously a little distracted with life ... is she really still in Second Life?

Ummm, yes.

And now I own a coffee shop in Second Life.

But oooops I'm going to weasel out of writing about it right this second because it will require several posts and for some reason my eye has become very unhappy with me and it is now past my bed time.

I started to go to bed and you know add some more to this in the morning ... but ... I think I've droned on enough in this post.

And ... just because this feels like a really long letter for the folks back home (yes, especially my fellow bloggers) ...

I just want ya'll to know I miss being with ya'll all the time and I think of you often. Hopefully, I'll be back with you soon.

Love and hugs,
Pam