Monday, June 26, 2006

Elizabethtown sadness

Wake up in the morning around 11:30 because I had worked the night before moving 70 people into a new building when you hear a blood curdiling scream from next door.  This is how Saturday rolled me out of bed my neighbor screaming.  I am pretty close to the neighbor and their family when my cousin finally told me what was going on I knew that the rest of the week was going to be rough for them.

The news that made the neighbor scream was her step son had killed himself.  What a way to start your Saturday.  All this weekend its been nothing but trying to to just see what they need and kinda stay out of the way and let the family come in and begin to mend and talk about the life that was lost.

Yeah its a little deep but its what went down this weekend.  Its hard to know what to do for a family in that situation.  I have alot of empathy for them.

Friday, June 09, 2006

One Phone Call

Today I have discovered that one phone call can change the entire weekend and possibly your entire life.  As we were having dinner (my neighbors, my cousin, nad her husband) and enjoying some beer and interesting conversation a phone call came in on my cousin's husband's cell phone.  You know a phone call is not a good one when he says, "How bad is it?", Where are they taking her?, do you need anything?.  Those are not the question of a positive phone call.  When the phone went down we discovered that his grandmother had blood on the brain and that they were going to operate tomorrow.  Of course he loaded up in the truck and went home.  It is amazing one phone call.  I fail to mention that loading up the truck meant the kids and luggage and making several phone calls to family members and making arrangements for the kids with the other grandparents.  Needless to say its a hard pill to swallow.

The neighbors this morning at around 3 AM got a disturbing call from a boys mother who was in a four wheeler accident.  The kid was only 15 or 16 years old and he wrecked and in intensive care.  This one phone call canceled all plans and made the daughter who was the boys friend devastated.  Even worse was when another phone call came to say they were pulling the plug because he was brain dead.  The girl devastated went to the memorial ceremony tonight and will probably never be the same.  i fail to mention the tears but also the girl lost another friend a few years ago and that is a pretty tough pill to swollow when your 16.

Last Septmember I got on of those type of calls.  My grandpa was in the hospital for blood on the brain and it was a stroke I remember dropping everything and rushing to his side.  Scared to death it would be the last time.  I hate those phone calls when you know its serious.  Have you ever had a phone call you knew just wasn't going to be good?

Life comes fast.  Realization of the night.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Blurry Weekends

So I am officially 21 thats right 21, and lets just say that the first weekend was a littler blurry.  I went to my first liquor store and bought a 12 pack of Amberbock (great beer), Killian's irish Red, and makers Mark.  Later on some guys from work came over to the house and we played some poker.  Here is where begins to get a bit blurry.  By the time they all came over and we got started playing i had alreayd had 3 beers this was 7:00 pm then around 8:00 i had 5 my head was a little dizzy.  As i moved on i decided to try Makers Mark this was a bad choice.  Needless to say I don't remember a whole lot after I had the whiskey I went back to beer another two I think.  I think I said some stuff and did some wiered crap but the typical thing when your are drunk.  One problem i had to be at work at 11:00 and then I had to stay till around about 3:00 in the morning.  i got sick that night and was puking all night and then that next moring.  It was a struggle to get up but i did and that was a mistake as well. 

moral of story don't get platered when your a weak drunk.