The mom of one of our youth once turned to me at a child dedication in our church and said that she had never been to a dedication before, so this was a V.E. for her. I asked her what that meant and she told me "Virgin Experience". Since then, every new experience that happens to me, whether it is good or bad, I think of the term "virgin experience".
I am presently washing every single piece of clothing that went to Manitoba with us this past week. Whether it had been worn, worn and washed while we were there, or was fresh from the washer before I packed on Mother's Day to go there, everything is getting washed. Not because Manitoba is particularly dirty or that the airline did something to our luggage. Not because I am a waster of detergent and water, though I do feel a little bad about that. It is all because I had a BIG V.E. on Monday.
I was sitting at my friend M's kitchen table, visiting with her and her cousin L, when I felt a little something in my hair at the hairline. I reached up my hand and felt a lump in there and lost it, so tried again and pulled out whatever it was in my hand. Once I realised that there was a TICK!!!! in my hand I let out a squeal and dropped it on the table. Now, you have to understand - I hadn't been outside that day... at all! I had gone into the porch a couple of times to get our shoes and coats to pack up, but that is all. I was just sitting there visiting for maybe going on an hour, when this "thing" decided to attach itself to me in a most rude way! I have barely had a tick crawling on my clothes, let alone in me. And he, she, whatever, had gotten a little piece of my skin, but I never got any bumps or itchiness from it, so none of my blood was sucked. I did immediately have a shower - actually the shower was after I freaked out for a little bit and almost started crying. I felt so violated! M was having a hard time not laughing at me, actually she did laugh at me, so she called DH over to comfort me. It was traumatic! In all the years I lived in Brandon and all the times I have visited, I have never, ever gotten a tick! Yeah, I don't think I needed to say that, seen as I did say this was a virgin experience and even titled the post such. But I am still feeling a little traumatized.
And this is why I am washing everything. Every time I think about that tick I feel itchy and creepy crawly and I will always wonder if there was any more ticks in our clothes that went to Brandon with us, so just to put my mind at ease, I am washing everything.
I hope I never get another tick. :(
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So far I have had two ticks on me this spring, though thankfully none were attached to me! My father in law thinks my last reaction was hilarious. I think it involved yelling at Mark to get the tick off my jacket then frantically running to the bathroom, slamming the door and whipping everything off to make sure there were no more! Nothing terrifies me like something that wants to suck my blood! I hear you girl!
yet another VE I got to share with my wonderful wife. Although not as much fun as our first VE together. The blissful joyous engagement that was. I can still remember the details, the texture, the smell, the taste... sigh....
I'm talking about the first time we shared a Blizzard with one spoon of course.
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