Sheila

Once upon a time there was a young countess that lived in the land next to Briarwood (Circle, that is). This wife and mother of 2, was a carefree individual. Her carefree personality was infectious. Her likeablity, off the "like" scale. Charm, her lure.

Many flocked to her, pining to be in her social circle, finding, with disappointment, that the circle was closed. Sign said "Sold out". They would have to wait until there was an opening. The countess' philosophy: one could have only so many friends in which to have meaningful relationships with.

However, those who were lucky enough to enter the circle, become lifetime members. So the story goes.

Legend has it, that some have seen this countess frolic in a water fountain (Napa), with her skirt flying high. So radiant and jovial, those members had never seen anything like it. An image burned in their memory.

Many times her hand bag had been misplaced or forgotten, sending members of the club organizing search parties or alerting the appropriate phone tree personnel. Another "would be" disaster diverted.

One of her weekend trips to the lake, found her without a thing to wear. Her bag was left at home. There is no obstacle too big for this noblewoman. She made a trek to the local Walmart where she became one with the Kathie Lee Spring Collection in shades of aqua blue and lime green.

Her most recent adventures took her to a land far, far away. (Rocky Point, Mexico) Her family and her chums, Sandy and Pete, from the Club of the West, and their children were in her presence.

A day of fun was scheduled with The Golden Boy and his young lad, Junior.

Golden Boy

Junior (Taylor)

While out on a jaunt upon the "Mooney Mobile" the ladies and the Golden Boy found themselves in a bit of a predicament. In the process of a "U" turn, their chariot overturned, landing on our royal subject's hand. Suspended in the air,(a vision from California Screamin' Roller Coaster comes to mind), the Golden Boy and Sandy struggled to release themselves from the 5 point seat belts to come to her rescue. They righted themselves and released her.

A previous trip, having fun!

The Mooney Mobile

As if on cue, an angel appears driving a Suburban. Calm, helpful, and in control, he arrives after witnessing the mishap. The "guardian angel" was Brian, a hockey coach, from Brophy. He offers to take the countess to a familiar, key word, "reputable" clinic. Sandy, her loyal companion, joins her in his chariot.

Followed by a caravan of 4 wheelers and police cars, our countess believes that this "police escort" is intended for her. (She became accustomed to "mobile escorts" after a recent hockey trip to another far away place.)

Actually, the escort was to keep an eye on the Golden Boy, who has some history with the local policia, and to collect on the $50 fine they were imposing upon him.

(In Suburban) Sandy, providing comfort, has her arms cradled around the countess.

The countess, scratching at her hand, gasps, "Oh my gosh Sandy, I can't feel my hand!"

"Oh honey, that's MY hand", responds her nurturing friend.

Never a dull moment.
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The doctor in charge of putting the puzzle of skin back together, was trained in Mexico City and Scottsdale. 40 plus stitches were put into place, inside and out.

(After viewing these added amount of seams from stitching, any palm reader would send herself quickly into retirement.)

To view these gut wrenching photos, Click HERE.

With 3 - 4 hours of stitching under her belt, painkillers in hand, and $400.00 paid in cash to the clinic, the countess made her way to, ... are you ready for this... the resort cantina!

This picture taken in Sept.

Attitude is Everything!

She has been christened the name "Frankie", as in Frankenstein and The Navajo, will now refer to her as DA-GHA-HI, or "whiskers on hand".

Followup: Sheila is recovering well and is under the care of a hand surgeon and her family doctor. Sandy has been close by her side. And the Golden Boy continues to do some "major" sucking up.

Stay tuned for many more adventures of this lovely lady...