Making Memories out of an Ever Changing World - Pt. 2.

Once again I apologize - How can you give me feed back on my blogs if I don't remember to hit - Publish.  Thanks to Lynn for letting me know you have been waiting patiently for the past twenty-four hours for yesterdays blog. 

 

I call this chapter of my story "Making Memories out of an Ever Changing World" - The Adventures of BIG Toe and his gang.  So, before I get into the story let me show you a picture of "Big Toe.

Notice the red curved brick
around the hot tub
This is very important for the rest of my story.

 

 Awe yes, in the picture above is Big Toe, soaking in the hot tub trying to feel better after an unexpected and hard to understand, accident. My husband is Big Toe and he suffered an accent while trying to attempt his version of a professional amateur Olympic maneuver into the pool at our motel in Port Hueneme California, in keeping with the spirit of the Olympic events taking place in London that same week. Big Toe was already for his performance. Had his routine all strategically organized and I think he may had even hoped to score a 9.8 or higher.  I personally think he would have gone gold in the synchronized solo event…think about it, you’ll get the joke in a bit. Wink. But instead chose the unique dive potion of the pool side sporting events and won the black and blue medal.

The plan was do a side 1/8th twist with a stomach roll belly flop wave splash that got everyone wet. It was perfect. He walked gracefully over to the side of the pool marked 5' deep. He took a breath, peered around the pool to make sure that all on lookers had their full attention on him i.e., (You know, others watching like say a few unknown bikini wearing cougars - wink) then he took in a deep breath and lunged himself towards the water and then began to scream both before and after he hit the water. That wasn’t part of the routine – A 1.5 deduction needed to be added for putting extra materials into his performance. It appeared that our homegrown athlete had suffered a major sports injury. On lookers, that were his best buddy and his family, ours kids, and I, all stood pool side waiting with anticipation of what the injury could have been. A massive wedgie? Cramps from just finishing up a ham sandwich pool side, (Mama always said, never go swimming after you eat) or worse - one of those farts that smell toxic no matter what conditions you are in. We were about to find out.

When he finally emerged from the crystal waters, a look of pain and the agony of de-feet, yes I spelt that right, it was pain from the feet that was causing his discomfort. Somehow he had jammed his big toe on the rounded raised red brick pool boarder. To all of us, he looked like a guy ready for some fun in a pool as he threw himself into the water, but the outcome was anything but cool as you can tell by the big black and blue toe, in the picture below, why he was in so much pain - he had broken it and would not go to the hospital to get it looked at.

 





Just after the accident
You should have seen it days later - Ouch Mommy.



 



Now you would think that anyone suffering from an injury that is a broken bone, and it being your foot, would make sure that walking would be at the utmost - minimum.  Not No, but HELL NO! Not "Big Toe" he went on with the rest of the Olympic events we had planned to take part in during our 12 day stay in California. Now as much as I would love to write this whole story out at once - What is a story without pictures , and my friends, the pictures help this memory making story the best it can be. But having to many pictures at once, make this blogging process as slow as snails on hot tar and it gets you nowhere.  So, going on with the next Professional Amatures Olympic Vacationing Event we have the ever popular on sight game of....

Racquet Ball Tennis - Yes folks you read that absolutely right and it is just what you’re thinking. My husband is a racquet ball king, speed is his thing and adapted this to his tennis game. Needless to say, a lot of his balls were in the parking lot instead of on the court. But for this same reason, meaning his racquet ball speed approach to the game, we discovered that balls that are hit towards a chain-link fence that is not covered with the netting, like what you see behind husband, and two boys in the pictures below, will go through it into the other court at rocket speed. As my younger son who went into the court next to us to retrieve  balls that were hit to hard by my older son (In the second photo below) and decided to heckling my husband about his superman tennis skills thinking he was safe being on the other side of the fence. Wrong!

 

 

 

Yes, it was quite an Olympic week for the Bolin family and there is much more where that came from. Join me tomorrow for more on Big Toe and his Olympic adventures such as: Taming the wild coaster, Is it really a small world? Where's the Sign? and Let's Got To HOOTERS in Hollywood!" I promise you won't be disappointed. Thanks for joining me. Blog you tomorrow.