My day with Taylor went great- well most of it was. We went to the park and she showed me where she got hurt- and we played and swung and talked about when the baby comes next month. We were having a grand time. Then we sat on this floating wood structure that is on top of a spring- we practiced spitting water- I was showing her how to do effective spitting because I saw it on TV. Well she was sitting on her knees and leaning over the edge of the wood seat- and next thing I know she is falling over the edge and hits her nose on a nearby wooden log. I was in total shock- I just knew that she would get hurt with me at the park I just didn't think it would be from doing something so stupid. So I jump off and pick her up and the blood started to flow freely. Luckily I had clean tissues- so I shove them in her nose. Then I had to calm her down enough so we could walk to the local laundry mat. I assumed it would have a pay phone- but then again I'm stupid- so no phone- I cornered two guys and asked if anyone had a cell phone. The first guy said no- and then the other guy reluctantly said yeah and offered it to me. I am an oddity- I don't have a cell phone. So my mom came and got us- because I didn't think Taylor would be up for a mile walk back. She so didn't want us to tell her parents because she thought she wouldn't be able to go on the playground anymore. But my parents ratted us out before we even got to the house.
Before I brought her back though we went to the family film 'Secondhand Lions'. It was hokey but I guess that's good in a family film. I cried when something happened to the lion. It was my first serious film with Taylor. She is starting to be so grown up.
I got the Totally Country Volume 3 CD. It is good because it has the Dusty Drake song- One Last Time on it. I cry every time I hear it. I like the other songs too- I already have some of them- but hey- I'm no pirate. I wish I could be though- because damn I like music and I have wasted a lot of money on CDs when all I needed was one or two songs.
Monday, September 29, 2003
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