Misheard

We all go through life in somewhat of a personally induced cloud of insolation that keeps us functional in the world but cocooned enough to drift through life without sometimes being fully aware of what is going on around us.

Then, the jarring moment where you hear something coming out of someone else's mouth occurs, and you think to yourself "I can't possibly have heard what I think I heard!"

These are the times where you are a victim to misheard words.

One of my favorite things to do when I am bored and have a whole lot of necessary things I have to do but am avoiding like the plague is to look up the phrase "misheard lyrics".

There is nothing so excruiciating or funny as discovering that the words to the song you have been belting out like a rock star aren't ANYTHING like what you have been singing. Hmmmm.

That would explain the odd smiles that people give me somtimes when I sing. It isn't the notes that I am using that can only be measured on a dog scale, but rather the words that I am saying that are in an orbital plane all their own.

Because we all tend to walk around in a fog at times, these moments are funny, but not generally too disastrous.

The funny bits come with the famous of the world when they mix up their words while the microphone is on. Most of us are content to have our lot in life because we know every moment is NOT being recorded as a sound and video byte for YouTube. We bask in the warm glow that while sometimes embarrassing, our personal moment of shame isn't likely to be a permanent entry in the hall of fame on some website forever.

I do know a couple of people personally who can't say this. Sadly, one of them thinks the video of him on the web is a cool thing. He is simply too deluded by his 15 minutes of fame to realize that no one is laughing with him, they are laughing AT him.

The next time someone says something or does something that doesn't come out right, remember while you snicker that your time is coming soon. And be sure and check for cameras before you open your mouth.

You just might be the next person to make it big with an unintentional gaffe on YouTube.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

Life's little emergencies.

It was an ordinary Saturday filled with the wonder and joy of housework and a bit of yardwork.

On my way back into the house, I noticed the wheelchair ramp was slightly off kilter. Just enough to make a gap and a bump that was becoming increasingly more difficult to get the front forks over while coming into the house.

Was it earth shattering? No, but it was a minor annoyance.

Then I tried to move it.

I want to get one thing perfectly clear. I am by no means a frail retiring woman who requires the man of the house to do everything. Besides which, he was at work.

I should have waited.

It all seemed simple until the ramp and I didn't see eye to eye. And I broke my wrist.

Not too excruciating at first, just a snap, a crackle and a pop and it was all over but the crying. Those didn't happen until Sunday when the swelling and discoloration set in.

I attended choir practice high as a kite.

I wonder if anyone noticed.

The X-rays today were singularly undramatic. But nonetheless, I get to sport a nifty 'flesh colored' wrist brace for several weeks. They don't cast stuff like this much anymore. Plus, I get to carefully wash it so that I don't become a walking petri dish in the works.

The new prescription medicine my husband brought in for my pain and suffering is a 3 day wonder.

And no, I will NOT share it with you.

If you want any, you will have to go break your own wrist.