Hicc-a-ma-pups and Personal Crests

Darryl has a clinically severe case of the hiccups – or, as my Granddad used to call them - “hicc-a-ma-pups.”  He can’t get rid of them.  I said I was going to blog about his ridiculous affliction and he said “don’t mention any names,” but I couldn’t do that to y’all.  You have a right to know that Darryl has chronic pups.  He is a member of this blog family and we take care of our own.  When he was on his way to pick me up for dinner he let me know in advance that he has the pups and that they won’t go away.  And I’m talking about days here - he’s had the hiccups on and off for days!   I gave a look around the condo to see what I might have on hand to cure hiccups and all I could come up with was an airplane bottle of Whipped Cream Vodka.  When I got in the car I handed it over to him.  He said “What’s this for?” I said “Obviously it’s for your hiccups.”  “This will cure my hiccups?” He asked.  “Absolutely” I responded (you can’t waver when it comes to these things – you have to be confident when handing over a hiccup remedy).  Without further inquiry he unscrewed the top and tossed back a generous swig of the “tonic.”  His hiccups immediately STOPPED!!!!  I am a miracle worker!!!!  I was feeling pretty good about curing his hiccups until midway through dinner when they came back.  I tried to get him to drink from the wrong side of the cup, I tried to scare him, I smacked him, threw my napkin at him and then gave up when nothing worked.  While he was driving me home he was driving with one hand and picking his teeth with a toothpick/floss contraption with the other all the while his body was violently jarring with the hiccups.  It was quite a sight to see.  I just stared at him (giggling) and said “You look like a hot mess.”  He didn’t disagree.  Earlier in the evening he had given me an update on his shoulder tendinitis and his tennis elbow – now add chronic hiccups and something stuck in his teeth and that equals hot mess by reasonable standards.  Boy, when 40 hits it hits with a wallop!!!!  Because Darryl is one of my favorite people, I let him take the rest of the Whipped Cream Vodka home with him.  He later texted me that if he continues to follow my advice, the hiccups would go away because he would simply pass out.  Perfect!  Problem solved.  I love it when a plan comes together!
 

So, this week in Get the Life You Love class we created our personal crests.  I really love when I get to color!!!  Otherwise, class was more cuckoo than usual.  I can’t really explain why.  The conversations were totally from bizarro land and we had another massage orgy, but I totally had fun designing my personal crest!


Darryl taking his "tonic" prior to bed
(I wasn't actually with Darryl.  He was kind enough to record his self-medication)

My Personal Crest (mountains, travel, Ireland, art, friends & family and peace)



I just love this!!
If I could shout this from a mountain top I would
(. . .well, I guess I can - maybe I will)