Well, I guess it's time to reclaim my blog. I had loaned it to Kesley for a week while she travelled to far off lands and did things much more interesting and worthy of the blogosphere.
We picked her up at Dulles Airport last night around 5:30 and proceeded home to enjoy each other's company once again. Mommy brought gifts that everyone was very excited for, including...you got it, BOOMERANGS!
Ryan and I trapsed outside to try our hand at throwing these little wooden weapons. I threw first and was very surprised to chuck the thing 40 yards to the top of a pretty tall tree. It wasn't a heave, really, more of a light frisbee (but overhand) throw. These things can move surprisingly fast.
Ryan took a shot at it, not really throwing very hard, and it travelled across the lawn. I told him he had to throw harder, AND HERE'S WHERE THE FUN STARTS:
You see, he actually threw it BACKWARDS at me. I was standing to the right, and a little behind him when he tried a frisbee-type throw with all his might. The boomerange hung in his hand instead of flying forward, whipped around and took an incredibly fast 3 foot flight right into my mouth. That's right, I took a full-blown, hard as he could throw it, boomerang shot to the grill.
I immediately saw stars and felt broken teeth and blood. I turned without saying a thing and walked to the house, confusing Ryan because he didn't even know he had hit me. He just picked up his new toy and said something about not being done. But I was gone, thinking, for some crazy reason, that I didn't want to spit out my teeth because I needed to keep them (like doctors would somehow sew them back on, and with years of physical therapy I could miraculously chew again).
I reached the house and called for Kesley, trying not to sound too freaked out so I wouldn't upset the entire household. She looked, and then went into high gear. Luckily we found a dentist and an oral surgeon to look at my teeth and my split lip.
I needed several stitches (I think 8) to my lip, and will need some dental work to correct 3 of my severely damaged teeth, including a root canal and crowns.
I'm trying to figure out just why I'm bothering to write about this in this blog, remembering the conversation I had this weekend with my Sister-In-Law. She didn't understand why anyone would ever want to have a blog like I do. I tried to explain it as a journal, a diary, even a scrapbook for my extended family, but in the end I think she was unimpressed with the idea.
Well, I have to get to work. Be good, and watch out for boomerangs.
