3:am Phone Call!!!

I'm laying in bed, sleeping peacefully! Yipeee!!! I'm dreaming about a lot of stuff and I vaguely remember Ellen Degeneres was requiring that I attend some National Blah-blah luncheon, as her "partner" [Porscha?] couldn't make it due to being ill. At the same time, I was becoming ill with body aches and low grade fever...yet, I was still required to put on a "tuxedo" to attend this function with Ellen, as we were supposed to thank the group for their support in some community service fund raising project we were in charge of. I took a hot bath to break my fever and soak my aching joints, and then decided to shave my legs since I was in the tub anyhow. It was after said bath that I was explaining to Ellen that I couldn't make the event because I felt ill [and, I didn't want to wear a tuxedo.] when the incident occurred. OKAY, so: A) Why dream about Ellen? Seriously? B) Why dream about a formal luncheon and why do I have to wear a tuxedo? C) Why was I dreaming about shaving my legs? WHAT goes through my head? I do not know... Anyhow, suddenly the phone rings!! Not in my dream, but in reality! For those of you who don't know it? I have a phone phobia. My entire body jumps about three feet off the bed, still in horizontal position! I looked like Tom from the "Tom & Jerry" show. Somehow, I manage to land on my feet and with a jump and a run, I answer the phone in the kitchen. DH is also awakened by the ring, and though he has a phone next to his side of the bed -- I made it to the one in the kitchen first. The Caller ID is announcing, "FW's Big Brother!" [Yes, our caller ID talks to us, cool, huh?] Now, my heart skips three beats and the adrenaline rush is one of the biggest I've had in a long, long time [with exception to once about a month and a half or so ago]. My legs were totally shaking and my mind was wide awake, though when I answered the phone my vocal cords hadn't quite moistened enough to communicate well. FIRST THOUGHTS: 1) What happened to DAD?! [Impending doom, thing...I'm assuming heart attack or vehicle wreck...Dad is in AK by the way, long drive (12 hours from my house) and back in the woods.] 2) What happened to Brother Junior? And, then, 3) What happened to Big Brother!!! On the other end of the phone comes a voice....female...and....EEEE-NEEE-BREE-A-TED! I'm talking to her (there are lots of loud, happy voices in the back ground. I think I hear my brother, also) and she can't hear me. She keeps saying, "HAAAllOOOO? Is someone there?" Then, I hear her turn back to the gang and state, "I think it's on voice mail?" I respond [still huskily] "PUT Big Brother on the phone!" She doesn't hear me. Again, "HAAAALLOOOO? Is someone there? " Again to the happy voices behind her, "I think it's on voice mail...." Then, into the phone [to me] "I HOPE? It's on voice mail....buzzzzzz" She hung up. I was asking for her to put my Brother on the phone the whole time -- but, she couldn't hear me. I text my brother that I just had the living $h!t scared out of me and that he might want to get his phone back...LOL! It's funny now. DH was cursing furiously that if that ever happens again he's going to kick some serious Big Brother @$$...[Not really, he was pissed cuz' he was woken up at 3:a.m. and had the same response I did -- thinking something happend to family.] DH: "Who the F-Bleep is up and calling people at 3:00a.m. in the F-Bleepin' morning!?" Me, "Hey it happens to...." I stop mid sentence because I realize that we haven't been up past midnight together "partying" with people since the two kiddos were born. But in the old days..... Anyhow, I ended with at least Big Brother was getting out and having a good time. He doesn't do that very often. I will say, it took me at least two hours to get back to sleep. DH began snoring immediately, though when I poked him? He said he wasn't even asleep yet [;-)riiiiiight] I moved to Farmer Junior's room and squooshed in on the side with all the stuffed pets and animals. I layed there thinking about blogging this at that very moment as I wasn't able to sleep due to the fact that my legs were still having muscle spasms from the extreme rush of adrenaline. This morning, having finally fallen back to sleep, I hear DH up and swapping the laundry into the dryer [for me] and then he ran the blower to clean off the porches before he left for work at about 7:05 a.m. I got up, though I didn't want to. I made a deal with myself. "If DH made the bed....then, I'll just make coffee and fight off sleepiness. If DH, didn't make the bed...then, I'll crawl back in while the kids are still sleeping....I hope DH didn't make the bed..." He didn't. Lil'Gal woke me up at 8:00 a.m. Moral of the story is: Don't let drunk Gals use your cell phone....at least not, unattended. LOL! Love ya' Big Brother [He's actually the second born. I'm the first. But, he is twice my size. Towering over me at 6ft or 6'1 and weighing in at over 200lbs. He's a big Guy, thus, making him my Big Brother.] Yet, another reason why I hate the phone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Editors Note: Big Brother called this a.m. He was out with some friends and a Super Model from Canada! Apparently, she is the total HOT of Hotness! Way to GO Big Bro!!! Happy Thursday!

3:am Phone Call!!!