Have you met Bigfoot?

He lives here:

(I did not take this blurry pic, but look at the very clear spring in the background.)

and looks like this:

I can't blame him for staying.

Or maybe that's Swamp Thing?

Rows

of pink and red azaleas rimming the house

of tops organized by color and layering duty

of amazing bowling scores

of words to make a fun car trip educational

of windows and cabinets in Alicia's new place

of plants in garden perfection

of keys to learn to type

Rescue 911

I don't know why, but I loved that show as a kid. Being a lifeguard took care of most of that fascination. Yesterday took care of the rest.

1 fainting lady + 1 911 call = 6 very friendly EMTs.

These nice guys took my vitals and everything seemed ok, so they had me sign a paper saying I didn't want to go to the hospital. Since I had been about to swipe my card when all of this happened, they said it must have been divine intervention. I sent them on their way and then tried to stand up.

I couldn't. They came back. I called Noah to get me and asked if I could have a picture with them, and they said they'd do it if I sat on the stretcher.

Poor Tisha. The one to find Marcus's diarrhea (on her shirt!), the one to reach for the bag (see it under my leg?) that I asked to puke in right before my head hit the floor (don't worry-- the bag is empty). Um, welcome to the neighborhood... Just be glad it wasn't you who was with me.

Can you tell where we were?

Noah and I spent the rest of the day/some of the night in the ER and everything seemed fine. Noah kept me entertained by colorfully answering my question, "What would happen next if this were a novela?" and trying to turn on the tv. (Why do they even put those in there if you can't watch them??) The doctor diagnosed me with "unexplained fainting" and prescribed a bunch of medicine for symptoms that are already fading. I think I'll pass (just pass, not out). Noah said he didn't seem very smart, but I just didn't like that he didn't laugh at any of my jokes.