Do You Really Need Your Pinkie Anyway?

So, what's up everyone? I hope everyone had a wonderful day yesterday and is having a good day today. My day, yesterday, was a pretty wild one when I got home from work. I walk in the house, take off my shirt and tie and then I get a phone call on my house phone and it's my sister. She says, "Have you talked to mom yet?" I told her no, and at that time my cell phone starts ringing. I answer my cell phone and with my other ear I answer it and it is my mom. She told me that my dad had cut his finger off on the wood splitter and that she needed my help fast. I hang up both phones, throw on some shorts and a t-shirt, grab my bike and peddled like I have never peddled before over to my parents house. This whole time I'm thinking I'm going to have to pick my dads finger up off the ground, put in a bag of ice, and get him to the hospital. My mom can't handle gross stuff like that, but I am fascinated by this stuff and I kind of have to say I was looking forward to seeing this. I get to my parents house, fly in the door yelling if they have his finger in a bag of ice. My mom tells me no. So I see her putting a cold wash cloth on my dads forehead so he doesn't pass out. I go in the room, look at his finger, and it's still there. I was like, I thought you said he cut it off. So everyone, my dad who's in pain, my mom, and brother in law just laughed at me a little because I had the disappointment in my voice. I do have to say it was just the tip of his pinkie and it was kind of just hanging there, nice deep cut to the bone. My dad was white as a ghost, and trying not pass out and I'm there cracking jokes, trying to ease the tension. My dad is fine, he got to keep his finger, he got 14 stitches and a broken pinkie. He needs a cooler story because being attacked by a wood splitter really isn't that cool.

All of this got me thinking, do you really need your pinkie? I guess technically you don't, but I would like to keep my pinkie. I was trying to come up with a point to all of this, you know make some sense out of it, and maybe make a point that you could use in your life, but I have been interrupted so many times during this blog that I have no idea where I was going with it. So, since Dave has made his blogs interactive, if you don't know who Dave is, check out davedeble.blogspot.com, he makes sense in his blogs, I am going to make my blog interactive. Take this story and turn into something good and let me know what you came up, so I can steal it. Just kidding....... or am I? The only thing I have right now is, be careful when you use a wood splitter, they always say you can loose a finger, and you laughed at it, but I guess it's kind of true, how about that.

Stuck on Me SIDE NOTE brought to you by Band Aid:
As I was typing this blog there was a lady that came into my store, who I know from my previous job, she's kinda out there, saw me in my black dress shirt and tie. And she says "Look at you moving up in the world now." Then out of no where she goes "That's how you roll." And I was like YES!! that's the name of my blog, How sweet is that? And yesterday, that $8,000 piece of equipment that was brought in for us to fix, yeah I couldn't fix it, so I'm going to pass it on to someone else, because That's How I Roll. Oh, and be careful when using a wood splitter or some other type of machinery.