"Bratwurst-Cheese-Antiques-Latte-Liquor"
Five weeks and 5 days until I have open-heart surgery...
So I'm driving to Madison and suddenly this guy in a silver Trans Am with an out-of-state license plate that says, "The Gip" drives up behind me and starts riding my bumper. I'm in no way a slow driver, and Gipper is acting like I'm going 35 MPH (for the record, I was going 75). Even though there's another lane that he can easily pass me in, he stays on me for a few minutes. Then he zooms around me and speeds away - he must have been going close to 90. Glad that he's off my back, I don't give him another thought. That is, until about 15 miles later when I see that The Gipper has gotten pulled over and he's getting a speeding ticket. (That almost NEVER happens!) I do not feel guilty about the feeling of wicked glee that came over me.
Madison was so fun. Sarah and I went to the Great Dane and I had a glass of my favorite beer of theirs, Crop Circle Wheat. I highly recommend it. We did walk down State Street, and we came to the "adult" store. Not surprising - we didn't go in. BUT the family (yes, family - with two teenage kids) who were walking in front of us did. The WHOLE family went into the "adult" store. I don't want to think about what they were shopping for.
On my way home, I noticed a store in an old barn at the Osseo exit. The reason I noticed it was because the whole side facing the freeway was painted, advertising what they sell: "Bratwurst-Cheese-Antiques-Latte-Liquor." I admit, I was tempted to stop and get a latte and spike it with vodka, then load up on brats and cheese curds (who wouldn't?), and shop for that elusive antique that will make me rich when I bring it on Antiques Roadshow. But I was munching on white cheddar popcorn and diet Coke, and wasn't quite ready to stop snacking. And besides, I was jamming to my Keane CD and didn't want to leave the musical cocoon of my car.
As I was driving, I had my panicking thought for the weekend - it's June - that means my surgery is NEXT MONTH. I'm so used to thinking of it in terms of the distant future, and the fact that it's NEXT MONTH is kind of freaky. So after choking down a few more handfuls of white cheddar popcorn and gulps of diet Coke, I was finally able to curb the panic attack, turn up the volume of my stereo, and lose myself in the tunes of Keane. (The songs toward the end of their CD have a nice calming effect.)
Well, I'm exhausted. It's amazing how much driving can take out of you when all you do is sit for hours.
So I'm driving to Madison and suddenly this guy in a silver Trans Am with an out-of-state license plate that says, "The Gip" drives up behind me and starts riding my bumper. I'm in no way a slow driver, and Gipper is acting like I'm going 35 MPH (for the record, I was going 75). Even though there's another lane that he can easily pass me in, he stays on me for a few minutes. Then he zooms around me and speeds away - he must have been going close to 90. Glad that he's off my back, I don't give him another thought. That is, until about 15 miles later when I see that The Gipper has gotten pulled over and he's getting a speeding ticket. (That almost NEVER happens!) I do not feel guilty about the feeling of wicked glee that came over me.
Madison was so fun. Sarah and I went to the Great Dane and I had a glass of my favorite beer of theirs, Crop Circle Wheat. I highly recommend it. We did walk down State Street, and we came to the "adult" store. Not surprising - we didn't go in. BUT the family (yes, family - with two teenage kids) who were walking in front of us did. The WHOLE family went into the "adult" store. I don't want to think about what they were shopping for.
On my way home, I noticed a store in an old barn at the Osseo exit. The reason I noticed it was because the whole side facing the freeway was painted, advertising what they sell: "Bratwurst-Cheese-Antiques-Latte-Liquor." I admit, I was tempted to stop and get a latte and spike it with vodka, then load up on brats and cheese curds (who wouldn't?), and shop for that elusive antique that will make me rich when I bring it on Antiques Roadshow. But I was munching on white cheddar popcorn and diet Coke, and wasn't quite ready to stop snacking. And besides, I was jamming to my Keane CD and didn't want to leave the musical cocoon of my car.
As I was driving, I had my panicking thought for the weekend - it's June - that means my surgery is NEXT MONTH. I'm so used to thinking of it in terms of the distant future, and the fact that it's NEXT MONTH is kind of freaky. So after choking down a few more handfuls of white cheddar popcorn and gulps of diet Coke, I was finally able to curb the panic attack, turn up the volume of my stereo, and lose myself in the tunes of Keane. (The songs toward the end of their CD have a nice calming effect.)
Well, I'm exhausted. It's amazing how much driving can take out of you when all you do is sit for hours.
posted by Julia Hart at
3:53 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks for the blog Julia! It will keep all of us "Julia and her Heart Supporters" well-informed. I'm a huge big dork and Googled fear of needles so I could find out the scientific name. Seems like it goes by several names, but perhaps the most accurate is trypanophobia. Check it out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trypanophobia
I myself have emetophobia I think. It's weird how accurate some of the descriptions are....although I'm NOT weird about food and stuff.
Anyways, thanks for the blog again. We're behind you 110% Julia!!
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