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One morning in my Senior year I woke up with my left knee was red and completely swollen.  There was no REAL reason for the swelling/redness; I had not injured it.

I am not sure what the time frame is on how long I waited to go to the doctor, but think after a couple of days I went. The nurse at the time, who was one scary person, informs me I had to go to the hospital, that I probably had a blood clot, Thrombophlebitis, and I could DIE.  They needed to run some tests make sure so I wouldn't DIE.  If I had one I couldn't have have children because I would DIE on the table.  She said DIE so many times that I didn't think I would DIE from my leg but a heart attack. I thought it was extremely overboard but, then I remembered my boyfriend was sitting in the waiting room.  I guess this was you form of Birth Control!  You also need to know at every doctor's visit this nurse was always wanting to give you a shot in the butt. 

As some of you may/may not know I launched a photography business this year, Snap Happy Photography. It is very excited, challenging and somewhat scary to be honest. 

In start mode, I have been looking for "interesting" locations to take pictures: Field-check, barn-check, rusty old truck/car-uncheck, different color/texture walls-uncheck, graffiti wall -uncheck.  This list is constantly changing. 

What is funny about that you might ask? 

Well, this past Saturday during breakfast the topic came up when we decided to go for a drive. The weather was absolutely beautiful, sunny and the air smelled crisp and clean. 

At breakfast my husband said that he thought he saw an old car "1970 something Charger" and maybe I could position client by. I thought that would be very cool because the Charger's were coming back, but I wanted to get permission for the owners because I didn't want to attempt a photo session without it.  I had a nightmare about this! 

We pulled into the driveway and before I got out of the car I pulled out one of my business cards to show I was legitimate. While I was walking up the gravel drive there were two more junk cars, another Charger and a Pinto hidden in some brush.  I rang the doorbell and a scruffy man came to the door.  I explained I am a photographer and always looking for places to take pictures and thought his old car, "Rusty Charger" would be interesting and could I get permission to photograph it.  *Below isn't the vehicle but it looks like it.  I would try and do a drive by (picture taking) which I say shoot, but because of the negative connotation I will say taking its picture.

I don't know if I struck him speechless or what.  He finally said, "I don't know what my wife would think about that." I guess once he found his tongue the dam was broken because a series of questions followed.  When was I going to do that? What day was I going to do that?  What I taking a picture of? 

I got the impression something FISHY was going on.  I restated that I was photographing a HS Senior and thought his old car in the front would be good.  That I would position him in front of it, but not get his house.  I only wanted the car and the senior.

He still looked uncertain to give me an answer. I said, "Well I had some time before the session, if he wanted talk it over with his wife he could give me a call.  My number is on the card."

I got weird vibes!  And for the record he has not called. 

I know I have not posted anything new to GRC, and believe me there has been a ton of comedy moments to capture so I will apologize and get back to it.

I can’t get it to stop and I honestly think it is due to NO sleep last night. Lately or should I say for awhile now, my poor husband has been suffering from RLS (Restless Leg Syndrome), I guess it has been roughly 10 years. * If you don’t know that story let me know because that is equally funny, but will skip it for now so the below won’t be too long.

Please note I am not making fun of the situation, but sometimes things happen that are too funny to ignore…this is one of them.

I knew I should have gone to sleep BEFORE my husband but he went to sleep with aid of a sleeping pill + leg pill(s) at 9:30pm. Note: I am not sure how many leg pills he took, normally it is only 1 unless he needs another one, but let me say he needs 2 per night, but he doesn’t believe me. I have thought maybe I should video tape the legs in action.

I was trying to finish a book I was reading so I stayed up till 10:30pm. As soon as I turned the lights out – and I kid you NOT – his legs started the “scratching noise”. Now in the past the “noise” leads twitching and the twitching can lead to legs coming off the bed. It just depends on if he took a pill/how many or if he is awake. Last night it was combined with quick hiccupping due to his hiatal hernia.

So you will have to picture this, a normal hiccup you get two beats HIC – UP. His was a HIC, HIC, HIC and a pause or a longer row of HICs before the pause.  He is completely asleep (Zonked out) when his legs start scratching/twitching on the bottom and hiccupping on the top end. I sat there a few minutes thinking is this going to stop? I didn’t know if I should try and wake him up to see if that would make it better or not. I ended up not doing it because he doesn’t sleep at all.  So I decided to the bed in the study.

I got up taking my pillows and making my way to the study in pitch black when I tripped over the trash can in the hallway that didn’t get put back after empting. Note: this could have been worse if I would have broken something or gone down the stairs.

After I get the bed situated, I hear our youngest daughter having a nightmare – thrashing about and moaning. I got up and went in to tell her it was okay (avoiding the trash can this time) and noticed her fan speed was on high, but shrugged it off because I thought she might want it that way. I got back into bed (study) all comfortable like and heard a big POP and sat up waiting for the dogs to go bananas which they didn’t. The pop I later deducted was one of her balloons popping. They are tied to her bed and due to the fan speed blew the balloons towards her bed and finally popped one.

I had forgotten that I set my phone alarm to wake up at six in the morning with a non-annoying ring tone (there wasn't much to choose from) and went in to turn it off.  My husband was reaching across the bed at the time and asked, "where were you?"  I said I had to sleep in the study.  He said, "why"?  I said and I am sure I had a look said, "well, with your legs and your hicups I had to find another bed."  I could tell he felt bad and I felt bad for him to be honest.  He said, "You know I wondered why that sleeping pill wore off by midnight."  I was thinking, "no wonder".  He then tells me he was having the craziest dream that he was aligning something and the noise he kept hearing in his dream was his hicupps.  I am not sure what my facial reaction was because I wanted to howl.