Fire trucks and other early morning weirdness.

Let's talk about weird awakenings in my life. I'm not talking spiritual, like "I see the light!" awakenings, here. I'm talking legitimate weird wake-up calls that bolt you out of bed, that scare the living daylights out of you.

And so, the list.

Number one: Going into labor.
With both kids, I was jolted out of bed by gigantic rippling pain waves, akin to, I don't know. Death? It's a weird thing. To be peacefully drifting through dreamland one second, and then WA-BAM! Wake up woman!!  A baby is one the waaaaay. What a trip.

Number two: An earthquake.
When I was little, my mom used to say to me, "Kelsey, you sleep like a rock. Not even an earthquake could shake you awake!" Well guess what Mom. Boom! Here you go. When I was going to Snow College, I was sound asleep in my bed (I won't tell you what time it was...cough...noon...cough. I was young and livin' it up in Ephraim!), when suddenly. KA-BLAM! (I'm getting a little crazy with the sound effects today. Hey, it's fun to be a five year old boy sometimes. You know?) I literally felt an earthquake that jolted me out of bed. Who even knew earthquakes happened in central Utah? I mean. Was that a wake up call or what.

Number three: A police officer pounding on your door at 4:00 in the a.m. Which, hey! Happened to us today. I was half awake, but mostly asleep, nursing Cam in bed. In a state of groggy delirium. And suddenly, I hear a loud knocking on our door downstairs.

"JORD! The door!" I whisper-yell. (You know the kind.)

"Bah! What?? What time is it? Where am I??" Jord whisper-yells back, jumping out of bed in a dazed frenzy.

"It's four! And someone's pounding on our door! Go get it!!" I say, you know, bravely. Sacrificing my husband to the mercy of whoever/ whatever is at our door at 4 am, while I hide safely in our bed.

So Jord throws on a combo of my sweatpants backwards, some mis-matched socks, and tries not to fall down the stairs in his half-asleep state. He opened the door just as the cop starts pounding on it for a second time, and he sees two cop cars, three EMT's, and two full-blown fire trucks in our parking lot. What.

And so. Apparently, someone called 911. From our house. From our LAND LINE. Which is, you know, impossible, because who even has land lines any more?? Not us. So we are baffled. And a little bit delirious due to lack of sleep today. And probably, so is the fire brigade that showed up at our house in the dark morning.

So don't mind me, while I sip my second diet dr. pepper at 9:30 a.m. Sometimes you just gotta.

Life is so weird.

I feel the same way, Camden. Also, note how skinny he is in this picture. It was taken a couple months ago...which accounts for the lack of rollage on his arms and legs.

Also. On a completely unrelated side note, I've been trying to bust out things on my 25 before 25 list. 
And especially, this one:

15. Submit at least five poems for publication.

So I've been writing a ton, and submitting submitting submitting! And you guys! I just won a poetry contest, and my poem is published in an online magazine.

Whoop whoop. You can see it here, if you're into that sorta thing.

And so. You never know. Put yourself out there, friends!
Your goals can take you places if you'll give them a shot.
(So cliche. But I don't really care. Lack of sleep, maybe?)

Anyways. TTYL.


  1. You go girl! Loved the poem! Camden is cute and still looks twice Abbi's size in the picture above! ;) Also, a landline?! I didn't even know those existed still! ;) What a weird thing! Maybe a ghost is living in your house with you?

  2. How freaky! And don't worry, I would have bravely sacrificed my husband with the very same whisper-yell, too. :) . . . Although he would have surely taken his concealed weapon with him to the door and then would have been tackled by said rescuer-people. But, hey, at least you know those trusty folks would have certainly saved you if you HAD been on fire!