I am an Idiot, I freely admit it.

I was really stupid yesterday.

I had a request from a friend for some barn cats, he didn't care if they were a little wild. No problem I thought, I would catch them when I fed their milk. On Saturday night, Ethan and I caught two, put them in the carrier for the night. Sunday morning we attemped to catch a few more. Nubby (so called due to his broken tail, it happen when he was a kitten) was the one that I chose to catch. I didn't quite get a good grab on the scruff of his neck. He spun around, bit my middle finger and then the top of my hand. I think he got me in a vien, you know, the one they ussually put the IV in.

Washed out the wound, put some bandaids on and carried on with morning chores. I thought that I would call my nurse friend when in the afternoon my hand was really swelling. "Get a tetnus shot right now" was her words. Off to the hospital I go, nurse there says that since it was an animal bite that they would have to call the health unit due to rabies. Oh shit I think.

Doctor comes in to see me. Says that since I was the one that provocked the attack, the cat probably does not have rabies. I agree, I was the stupid one. He also says, if the cat shows up dead in the next 3 days, I have a problem - Nice. But he says, I need a tetnus shot, horse size antibiotic pills and need to keep my hand still or else it will swell more. Right, I say, two kids and a herd of cows to milk and I have to keep my right hand still. Doctor says fine, if you won't cooperate, he will split my hand. How embarassing. (Split came off when I got home).

So anyways, now my hand is swollen and numb. I am watching for red veins, the sign of a blood infection. A little hard to type but I made it through this post... might be a long day.

Silver!

So, as I posted a week or so ago, my broomball team, the Witches, were playing in provincials this weekend. We were lucky to go, as we were the wildcard entry, therefor the lowest ranked team in the tournament. We went into the weekend with the attitude that if we won one game, we would be proud of ourselves.

Well, we won the first game 7-0, and the second game 1-0 in OT. This put use in the position that we were guarenteed bronze. Well why stop there? Three games later we won the Silver medal, knocking out last years winner in the process. We lost the gold in the finals to another Seaforth team, but hey, we won the silver!

I am battered and bruised after playing 5 games in three days. My knees are aching and now I have to get back into the work grove.

Way ta go Witches! We were the Cinderella story of the weekend!

Do you hold a grudge?

Ethan and I were talking about our relationship with each other a few nights ago. He said that I hold a grudge. I did not think that he was totally correct until last night...

There was a report on the nightly news last night about the number of snow days that the schools in the area have had already. They interviewed a certain past teacher of mine, a certain past teacher that was instumental on putting a blemish on my otherwise clean highschool transcript. I had thought that I had gotten over this teacher's tactics and that I had taken the higher road in proving to myself that I did not turn into the person that he thought that I would turn into. Well, I see this certain teacher on the news and the first thing out of my mouth is "jack***". Hmmm, I guess I do hold a grudge. The only good thing about him being on the tv is that they got his name wrong and called him "Ted" and that he looks like he has gained about 50 pounds.

Maybe it is not a bad thing to hold a grudge, it may be healthy to a point.

Yeah Witches!

This weekend, my broomball team "The Witches of Broom", secured a spot at the provincial tournament!

Our first game will be played on Friday March 16th in Stratford. I don't have times yet but will keep you all informed. I figure since most of you are off for March Break, you could come to see a game or two and broaden your broomball knowledge!

Yeah Witches!

In my eye

This morning, Liam was crying and rubbing his eyes. I asked him why he was crying and he said he was crying because there was water in his eyes. I told him that there was water in his eyes because he was crying and I think I totally confused him.

What a vicious circle!