Tuesday, who could hang a name on you...

Tuesday and I, we have now established a bittersweet relationship. 


I was born on a Tuesday. In June. At 3:47 in the AM. 


This last Tuesday though, it was the worst Tuesday of my life.


Have you ever experienced the worst phone call ever? I can tell you I have. Twice. 


The thing about the worst phone call ever is, if you've had the worst phone call ever before, you know the millisecond you pick up the phone that the previous worst phone call ever has been trumped.


Your stomach sort of flops, then your heart bumps in your chest for about an eternity...then you hear confirmation of the fear you felt building in your innards.


Last Tuesday, I was working away at the accounts payable, it was 11:51. It's odd how you hone in on miniscule details when your world washes over you. I had actually been joking with my boss.


"Hello, this is Disaster, how may I help you?"


"Hey, Disaster" (I'm in full fear, amazing how acute your senses are).
"This is your father in law," (who is watching my children, so now I'm frozen with panic)
"Hi, what's going on?"
"Ya, well, MTV (my soulmate/husband/bff/partner in crime), he was rushed to the hospital, they think he might have had a heart attack or stroke."
"Are you serious?" 


Now, in my defense, here are some facts about my MTV:
He is young-ish. 34, to be exact.
He has the physical health of a 22 year old. (According to every single test he's ever had.)
I had just kissed him that morning. He was really in a fantastic mood, do people that are going to have strokes feel great prior? I'm so confused.


Well, he didn't have a stroke, he didn't have a heart attack per se....
His heart was racing at 191 bpm for over an hour. 


That is like running for your life. 
I'm almost positive his coworker saved his life.
They had to stop and restart his heart....twice.


If only I could relay the feeling of agony, regret, fear I felt. 
He was doing better, and I have no idea exactly what went on...(tests will have to determine that).
Only, I was slapped in the face with mortality on a Tuesday, and I pray to the stars I never take another human being for granted.


Especially my MTV.

The Golden $1 Coin

"What do you have there?" Gigi Pa asked Nunu as they sat in the go-mobile.

"A Golden Dollar Coin," says Nunu.

"Where didja find it?" asks Gigi Pa, with squinty eyes and a crooked smile.

"On the Grassy-grass over there," Nunu says pointing to some random patch of grassy-grass.

"Lemme see it." Gigi Pa reaches over with his leather tan wrinkled hand.

"NO!" Nunu clutches the golden treasure tight.

"I wouldn't take it from you! Just lemme see." Gigi Pa opens his hand.

"Fine," Nunu sighs and dumps his coin in Gigi Pa's palm.

"Why, I've never seen this kind of golden dollar!" says Gigi Pa, "I will trade you one dollar bill, for one golden dollar coin."

I lean close to Nunu's ear and say, "If I were you, I would trade it for ten dollar bills."

Gigi Pa says, "I'll give you FIVE dollar bills for it."

Nunu replies, "How about FIFTEEN?"

"No, how about ten?", replies Gigi Pa, his big crooked grin and squinty eyes even more crooked and squintier then before.

"Naaaaah," says Nunu, "I think I'll keep it!"

Gigi Pa roars, "BWAHAHA! I think you have a quite the negotiator there Disaster."