Blond Girl's 24-hour Meme

Edited below!

The 24 Hours Meme.....as designed by Blond Girl:

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Blond Girl says:

"If you haven't figured it out yet, I love memes. Not sure why; I just think they're fun. So, I decided to create one of my own and see how far it spreads. Here's how it works: I'm going to list each hour of the day and then a reason why that hour (anytime in the 60 minute block) is significant. You can cut and paste the basic template and then fill in your own times. Then, comment here to let us know you've posted yours. Sound like fun? You know it! Challenging? Of course! Buckle up, here we go":

Blond Girl tagged me, and here's my answer to it; however feeble, because I don't usually remember specific times. I am leaving some of the hours blank, as I cannot think of a thing to put there, and if I did, I would just be making it up.

12 midnight: I remember this time because it was when we got a call from the hospital saying my mother-in-law had died. We had just left there about 10:30 pm, and we went to get a bite to eat. Just as we got back home, the phone rang. We had to go back to the hospital and sign papers so the funeral home could take her away. The nurse told me that the roses I had brought my mother-in-law that evening had been a delight to her and that she talked of nothing else. The nurse had spoken to her about 11:30 pm and then found her gone just 30 minutes later. She and I did not have a very good relationship, but it made me very happy that I had given her those roses and made the last hours of her life more pleasant.

1 am: my water broke with my first child. I was watching Johnny Carson's Tonight Show when it happened. We rushed to the hospital, and the woman who admitted me wouldn't quit talking about cats, for some reason. I could have slugged her! There I was in labor, and she kept babbling on and on about her cats and my cat, etc. Somehow I think she was more scared than I was, and talking was the way she kept the fear at bay.

2 am: I once rode a NYC subway at 2:00 am, after a midnight feast at a Chinese restaurant on Mott Street in Chinatown. That night I ran into a high school classmate of mine, who had abandoned her husband and children and "run away" to the Big Apple. But that is a long story, and a fit subject for a whole post by itself.

3 am

4 am

5am (4:50 am) My first child was born after only 4 hours labor. (*Don't hate me because I had short labors!)

6 am: I was born at 6:20 am; putting me in the rising sign of Scorpio, according to some astrologers. But a psychic once told me I was a classic "Libra rising", whatever that means.

7 am: Alarm time, most days. Hate it!

8 am: I once had a car wreck at 8 am. I had just taken my daughter to school because she missed the bus. As I left the school, trying to turn left onto a busy road (with no stoplight) I pulled out into what I thought was a clear lane. My view had been blocked by a school bus turning into my street, and too late I saw the truck barreling down on my left front fender/door. Seat belts were verboten to me then (I hated to wrinkle my clothes). How purely stupid that was! I was not badly injured, but my left leg hit the window handle and it was blue/purple from the hip to the ankle. My whole body had been thrown upward into the window frame (the window was open) and so my shoulder and back felt like they had been hit by a concrete wall. My head had hit the roof of the car, and it was very sore the next day. It was luck that I didn't have a concussion. Please believe that I never again got into a car without fastening the seatbelt, and you shouldn't either!

9 am: the time I go to work, two days a week, for another florist. Love it!

10 am: snack time - or early lunch, usually at Bojangle's for a chicken biscuit. I really do have to quit that. They taste wonderful, but they are adding pounds and inches to my waistline!

11 am: my second child was born, after 2 hours of labor (*see above)
12 noon
1 pm

2 pm: my third child was born, after 1 1/2 hours of labor (*see above).

3 pm: General Hospital! I have been watching this ever since my children watched it when they were in school. Luke and Laura were all the rage back then. Nowadays, I have to catch it at 10:pm on the Soap Channel, if at all. My kids don't watch it anymore, but I still do.

4 pm: Oprah. I do enjoy Oprah. I liked it best when the programs were all helpful and uplifting, not prurient, with sleazy subjects. She seems to be sliding back into some of that stuff lately. I don't get to see it often, and if the subject matter is depressing, I turn it off. There is too much misery in the world anyway, and I don't like to feed that monster anymore.

5 pm: down time, when I am my lowest point of the day.

6 pm: dinner time, most evenings.

7pm: Seinfeld on TV, we seldom miss it. I have seen some of the Seinfeld episodes 5-6 times and there is always something new we didn't catch the first few times.

8pm
9pm
10 pm

11 pm: bedtime, or it should be. Too many nights I am up blogging or writing at this time and beyond. But the enjoyment I get from writing and reading your writings far surpasses the benefits of sleep!

Blond girl mentioned in her comment to this that it must have been a comfort to me to know that I helped my MIL's transition. You have NO idea how justified I felt. Just before going to the hospital that Saturday evening (Father's Day eve), I had returned from delivering flowers for a wedding. I had about eighteen roses left over - all different colors - but beautifully coordinated. I said to my husband that he needed to wait a moment, so I could put the roses into a vase for MIL. He was in a hurry (and very hungry) and he tried to talk me out of the flowers. He said "She won't know the difference if you don't bring them, there's no room in the hosp. for them, when she comes home it will just be one more thing to have to worry about carrying", on and on ad nauseum. I persisted, and I said "I AM going to take her these roses, no matter what you say!". When we arrived, and I placed the vase on her bedside table, she was obviously pleased and surprised. I was happy with her response to them. After we left to go get a bite to eat, she mentioned them to every RN/MD/LPN, and room cleaner who walked in. She bragged about how pretty they were and how her daughter-in-law had brought them, and didn't they smell good and wasn't she lucky. When the nurse told us this after she passed, I looked knowingly at my husband and said "See, I told you so!! I knew it would make a difference to her".