tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79687264426376053292024-02-20T11:10:59.894-08:00Rhetorical & ContradictoryTheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-24653709632841768522012-03-16T07:36:00.000-07:002012-03-16T07:36:39.159-07:00My Dad is doing pretty good. And he's home. He spent almost two weeks at the hospital and then another two weeks in a rehab getting his strength back. <br />
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Another shitty thing happened and my mom lost her job. "At will employment" is tricky sometimes.<br />
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But my family is ok. We're pretty close and we constantly expressed gratitude for that throughout this experience.<br />
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My niece had a birthday yesterday. It was a good time for a celebration. Who couldn't use a little cheering up? Plus the weather has been so amazing we were able to grill and hang out on the deck. It was very soothing.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-61383411722177492972012-02-27T13:04:00.001-08:002012-02-27T13:04:06.871-08:00My dad got worse. And then he got better. And then he got slightly worse again. I'm going to visit him tonight so I'll have a better idea of where he is.<br />
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He's had to have someone with him 24/7 because of the picking and fidgeting. He pulls off his o2 and we do what we can to keep him from his iv.<br />
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But he's doing better.<br />
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And I'm so tired of talking and thinking and worrying about this.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-17858908403982591132012-02-22T11:30:00.000-08:002012-02-22T11:30:48.155-08:00My Dad is so sick.<br />
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He's got an infection (they think). Fever. Knee pain. Blood clots in his lungs. He's delirious and hallucinating. <br />
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I am doing my best to cope. I ugly cried for an hour the other day. Heaving and braying sobs. I recovered with sleep and swimming.<br />
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But goddamn it is hard. It's so hard to see my clever and witty father not be able to follow the conversation because he's distracted by the giant head in the doorway. Because he's trying to figure out how many spiders the nurse slipped into his water. Because his bird's nest has too much shit in it.<br />
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He's so weak. He can't stand. <br />
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The doctors were really attentive at first. But now... I mean, give me some damn answers. I got in their face the other day so they ordered a ct of his head, but that's not going to show shit. <br />
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He might be transfered today to a more local hospital, which would be nice. I'm hoping the nurses would actually come when requested so he could take a damn pee. <br />
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I'm so so so worried that my dad isn't going to come back all the way. It's so terrifying.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-49606441063093118002012-02-14T12:46:00.000-08:002012-02-14T12:46:54.181-08:00So it's a little funny. This morning, Gentleman Caller was making a joke about how it had been like a week since I cried last. I corrected him and said it had been MUCH longer than that and I actually sorta wanted to cry just to get all the extra emotional crap out. I sorta wish I hadn't said that.<br />
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Lunch today was a tea party with a couple girls from work. I made cranberry scones with orange marmalade and they were delicious. We also had cucumber sandwiches and chicken salad. It was very high class. Minus the part where it was crashed by a fella coworker to whom I then explained what a placenta was. High class I tell ya.<br />
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When we were done with lunch, I checked my phone and saw there were a large amount of text messages saying that my dad was having some surgery and getting a central line put in for antibiotics. Slightly panicked I called my sister for an explanation. But that's about it. They think his knee is infected from surgery he had 5 weeks ago so they're doing what they can to take care of it. <br />
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But I am freaked the fuck out.<br />
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I am not good with change or surprises. It takes me a long time to get used to the idea of something new. I was surprised with a new softball bat last summer and it was about halfway through the party that I realized it was ok to be happy and like what was going on. So the more I talk about what is going on, the more I'm used to it and actually it helps distance myself from the problem. Maybe that's why I wanted to cry this morning. Too much distance.<br />
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Well this was real and immediate. So I cried. At work. Right before an office-wide meeting about health updates regarding my boss who is also in the hospital.<br />
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Immediately I wanted to leave and go to the hospital. But there isn't anything I can do and I know that. I have swimming tonight and I don't want to miss that. But I also want to be there for my Dad anyway I can. It's not like me being there is going to do anything and I know that. But that's not the point. My sister told me to stay at work, go swimming and then if I still felt like I needed to, I could go stay at my parent's tonight. And I might do that.<br />
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Anyway, that's the plan now. And breathing exercises. Lots of breathing exercises.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-60990838440455239632012-01-31T06:40:00.000-08:002012-01-31T06:40:04.305-08:00I keep having these dreams. Which are slightly disturbing to me as they are very, um, graphic. And I've had two within a week and they feature the same character both times. It can get a little awkward around that person now. Dreams are weird yo. It seems that I'm unable to let go of emotions felt during the night.<br />
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The mini-vacation was fun. Driving sucked because Boom was tired and slept on the way up and then was ohmygosh sick on the way home. So no radio, no conversation both ways. That's a lot of quiet driving. But to make up for it, I drank a lot.<br />
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I created a song list in Spotify that I just want to listen on repeat all day long. Mellow.<br />
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There are a lot of work related trips coming up. Not necessarily the most fun I've ever had, but hopefully not too painful. It does mean going out to eat a LOT, which means ingesting a lot of calories. I always try to order smart, but because I'm frequently poor it's sort of like "FOOD! FOOD!..... Oh my gosh FOOD!". So I order what looks tasty and then eat way too much because of portion sizing. I do plan to make more of an effort to get veggies this time.<br />
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I, Theodore, vow to get more veggies this time.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-30535703137073089212012-01-27T08:59:00.000-08:002012-01-27T08:59:19.205-08:00Let's pretend I didn't just talk about consistency and then take a month off?<div>
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I started a swim class. A MASTER'S (type) CLASS. It rocks. I love swimming and always have. Turns out, I'm ok at it too. Except that I'm not. Swimming is hard yo. You know how when you're learning how to become a runner the initial goal is about 5k (about 3 miles)? Well, with swimming it's a mile. One little mile. So that's my goal. I feel kind of stupid on occasion at the class, cause I'm very obviously a newbie, but the obvious newbie-ness also sort of gives me confidence to work on stuff. MY GOOD ATTITUDE IS SEEING ME THROUGH.</div>
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It's been pretty insane at work. The supervisor and boss are both off right now due to a pretty intense surgery and that means I'm here to do all the work!</div>
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A coworker and really good friend [whom I shall now call] Bailey and I just made the most delicious drinks. I used to work at a coffee shop and became addicted to Italian sodas. And sometimes for fun, creme sodas. So we just made strawberry creme sodas with homemade whipped cream. So so so delicious.</div>
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I'm not sure if I've mentioned my addiction to anything North Korea related. Except learning about the war I guess... maybe that's next on the list? Anyway, I just finished reading The Orphan Master's Son. And I think I liked it. Quite a bit. What can I say? North Korea gets me every time.</div>
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This weekend one of my friends, Boom, and I will be going on a mini-vacation. Another friend of mine from WAY BACK is celebrating his wife's birthday at an amazing restaurant/bar. Boom I'm sure is basically going for the food, it's so good. Me too really. They're nice people and it would be great to see them, but man, that duck is amazing!</div>
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So my wrist is still screwed up. I finally went to a doctor and she gave me exercises to do. Half the exercises hurt so bad! I'm still squeezing my stress ball, but swimming seems to have aggravated it a little. But I'm not giving up the one exercise that I can do without getting yelled at by my hip.</div>Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-9405994120347468622011-12-29T09:45:00.000-08:002011-12-29T09:45:33.489-08:00So Derby has been going really great. I love the people I work with and I do a damn good job. If I haven't mentioned (and I do'nt know if I have because I'm too lazy to look) I volunteered to help with Derby. I've been going to scrimmages and learning different helpful positions and communication. It's awesome.<br />
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I would like to skate more. A plan has been devised to accomplish that goal, but it won't be implemented until next week.<br />
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It would be really amazing to live above a coffee shop. All that good smelly coffee fog covering every surface of your life. Caffeine overdose by inhaling. Yum.<br />
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Work Christmas Party tonight. I'm excited. Excited enough to buy a new dress. A dress I'm probably only going to wear this one time that shows a little too much boobage but I'm going to wear it anyway because it was $12. Plus, my boobs have been lookin' good lately. And if I distract people from my legs (which it's my least favorite "feature") mission accomplished.<br />
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Christmas has been good to me. I'm over caffeinated as a result. My beautiful and amazing niece headbutted me in the jaw which TOTALLY sucked. Tears my have been shed. I'll never tell. Ok, yeah, I had to go into the bathroom for a minute to compose right during present opening. That. Hurt.<br />
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And that was a random enough post to make me feel disappointed about my lack of blogging. I swear I used to be good at it. But I also used to go out and party every night. So I had things to say. Even that isn't true. I have things to say. I'm just not as good as I used to be at getting them on paper. Err. Screen. Routine! That's what's missing. And I'm afraid it's not going to develop on it's own. I struggle with self discipline. Ha! New Year's thingy.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-49753744326755519752011-12-09T07:02:00.001-08:002011-12-09T07:18:35.504-08:00I am so damn sad today. And it sucks because I was stupid happy just yesterday. So I'm sad because things were going so well and then they went to crap.<br />
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Gentleman Caller and I have been doing really, REALLY great. A couple days ago we decorated the Christmas tree and we listened to holidays songs while doing so. It was so awesome. Plus he bought me a present early enough that he had to wrap it and put it under the tree. I don't think that has ever happened. It was super cool.<br />
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And then last night we got into a huge fight about victim-blaming.<br />
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Basically, he's a member of the feminist women are man-haters and are too sensitive. I'm not in that group. We've had some fights before, but last night just sucked. He wouldn't listen to anything I said but name called anyway. Seriously, it was "I'm not listening to what you're going to say because you're being stupid". It was so horrible. When he finally listened to what I was saying line-by-line, he agreed with it. But not in the context we were discussing (read: yelling) so that means I'm moronic. What?<br />
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I stopped talking to him. I'm not one who can just forget immediately, while he can just move on. He left late for work because he wanted to try and make up, but he sees that he did nothing wrong and I'm stuck on his horrible fighting tactics. We're probably not going to talk about it again because there is no resolving.<br />
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And it sucks so much.<br />
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In other horrible news, one of his friends is freaking out because life is not all about getting what you deserve. He's been saying really mean things to his family and friends. I've been emailing with him, but he suddenly went radio silent. Which is an improvement over him lashing out at his friends for daring to be happy, but still not the best. I can't do anything about it, but I'm still sad.<br />
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I had horrible dreams last night. In one that lasted FOREVER, GC and I were arguing violently. Do I remember the subject, no. Can I guess? Maybe. <br />
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And in the second one, I was in a horrible mood. HORRIBLE. And my sister shows up to my apartment with my niece. I grab my niece's hand and we start walking up the stairs when my sister starts messing with my sandal so I can't really walk upstairs normally and start to fall. So my niece falls and almost slips in between the steps so she'd fall basically a full story into the basement steps below. My sister caught her by the arm, but it was a near thing and really horrible.<br />
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Just a perfect set up for a bad day.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-44963404825838649052011-11-28T07:00:00.001-08:002011-11-28T07:07:48.393-08:00It was a very fast, long weekend. I was really hoping for some more down time to help motivate me to clean my house, but alas, my house is still a mess.<br />
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Many things have happened. Mostly involving spending a lot of money. Like, Gentleman Caller bought a new (used) car. It's beautiful and I love driving it. I also love that it's an automatic and I can drive it. <br />
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Lots of things going on with Thanksgiving, involving pie and pudding and shopping. Of course shopping. I'm getting closer and closer to being done with shopping. Well, Christmas shopping anyway. I always start way too early and at the same time bitch about how stores play Christmas music and decorate before Thanksgiving. I think it's because I compartmentalize Christmas shopping away from actual Christmas. Shopping causes too much stress with the money and the time and the hope you're getting just the the right thing... So I usually buy early, pile it all up and then make wrapping presents part of the Holiday. I like that way better.<br />
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Still more things with spending money. See <a href="http://www.seatbeltbags.com/bsaleb.html">Harvey'</a>s had a sale today. And I got a new purse, keychain and mini. And I didn't have to buy it. Because Gentleman Caller wanted to get me a late birthday and anniversary present. He was broke during the actual events. I'm so excited!<br />
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Also, my five extra pounds were loney, so I gained an extra five for the holidays. Please make them go away.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-86726236072538930532011-11-14T09:54:00.001-08:002011-11-14T11:13:27.109-08:00OMG I DIE! Seriously the joy that <a href="http://typographerryangosling.tumblr.com/">THIS</a> caused me. I tried really hard not to climb the Ryan Gosling bandwagon, but damn it! I fell off the non-Ryan Gosling wagon right onto it. I need to do some breathing exercises.<br />
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I bought new roller skates! And they suck! Which isn't actually a bad thing. See, skates are damn expensive. So why spend a lot of money on skates that you don't like because you don't know what you like? So I'm going to beat these skates to shit and see what I like/don't like. And then buy even MORE expensive skates with that knowledge. Not that the knowledge will pay for the skates, because it totally won't. Knowledge is stingy.<br />
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I may however, buy new wheels and bearings for my new skates. Cause the wheels I want are $60, the wheels that came on the skates are $6. That's a bit of a difference. Quality my friends!<br />
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Perhaps I should sell my ice skates. I took lessons in high school and advanced... not very far. I blame the rink being 45 minutes away. Or that it cost a lot of money and I didn't love it. I liked it well enough, but people involved were sooooo damn snobby. I put up with that when I was younger, but that shit doesn't fly now. Ew, flying shit.<br />
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Subject change! I went out to dinner with my family (minus one sister) and had a really good time. We went to a steakhouse I had gift certificates for. And thank goodness! We racked up a $180 bill. Good for us. And it only cost in really dollars - $38 for tip. I do feel bad for using soooo much in gift certificates in one night, but not bad enough to stop me. I feel for small business owners, so I go back and forth. What tipped me over this time was the fact that they might close. And then the certificates would be worthless.<br />
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Anyway, I ordered duckling. And it was literally half a duck. It was tasty, but man it was work. So I switched with my dad who ordered a stuffed pork chop. That was so much better. The sauce was caramelized, by which I mean it was practically caramel. Sugar city, ticket for one.<br />
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I'm pretty sure this is why I've gained 5 pounds.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-63792939969590548442011-11-10T09:31:00.001-08:002011-11-10T09:39:03.197-08:00So I maybe, sorta bought some skates. Well, not yet. But I did order them. And am anxiously waiting their arrival. When I tried on a slightly-too-small pair, they felt awesome. Maybe a little heavy, but so solid and like I could just cruise. It was very exciting.<br />
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I have been driving to Madison sooooo much lately! I love the town, it's amazing. But driving there is so sucky. And expensive. And time consuming. And encourages me to spend more money. Between volunteering, doctor appointments and dental appointments, it really adds up. And now I'm broke.<br />
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Good news tho! My dentist guy for the tmj stuff is really, incredibly attractive. Which makes it slightly more awkward when he's fitting headgear (omg did I feel STUPID) and shoving goo in my mouth for an impression. Sounds dirty, and it was. I was rubbing goo off my face for about an hour (he missed).<br />
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Hey, so it snowed. And is very snowy. With snow. And the cold. Lots of cold. Do you need any cold or snow? I have extra!Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-63070169204114092512011-11-04T14:59:00.000-07:002011-11-04T14:59:32.625-07:00I'm so close to being done with work I can feel it! And it feels like impatience.<br />
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I'm having a craniosacral massage tonight. I don't really know what it is, but my massage therapist lady recommended it because my jaw is whack. Yes, I have a crappy jaw. And shitty knees. Why stop at hip surgery, when you can secretly have the joints of an 87 year old? <br />
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Anyway, mystery massage. And energy work. And something about fluids. If I get wet, I'm going to be mad. Do you know how long it takes to straighten these bangs?<br />
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That reminds me of a funny story about how I fainted while having mri juice injected into my hip socket. Perhaps I've already shared it, but I don't have time to look right now. So I'll look later and if I've told it before, I'll link it. And if I haven't, you're in for a way-too-built-up treat.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-22865620945150670522011-11-01T08:48:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:48:24.027-07:00Stress ball has been received! And I'm squeezing away. Hopefully it helps. Actually, I think having my wrist screwed up has actually helped my downward dog. You have to focus so much more on spreading the weight over the hand instead of putting it all on the heel of the hand. Handy.<br />
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Halloween has come and gone. I liked my costume, but didn't go/do anything really crazy. My sister did have a party. But I had been drinking earlier in the day and I think I had a bad bagel sandwich cause boy howdy did my stomach hurt. So no drunken hijinks for me that night. Gentleman Caller and I matched that night. And on Saturday night when we went to the (QUIETEST!) bar, my buddy matched us. It was a good time had by all.<br />
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I'm super excited for Thanksgiving. I love baking. I love pumpkin. I love cranberries. Oh November! How I wish you were warmer!<br />
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Oh sheeze. My depression/anxiety has been awful lately. Awful for me, not awful on the general scale. I do not compare my awful feelings to anyone else's awful feelings. That would be too awful. But yeah, been feeling pretty terrible lately. And oh so cranky! And impatient. It's not been fun. I'm doing what I can with vitamins and relaxing, but it's not nearly enough. I do occasionally think about going tanning, but my skin color is classified as transparent. I would get a sunburn on my kidneys.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-49273579676776711922011-10-21T08:16:00.000-07:002011-10-21T08:16:40.421-07:00Have I mentioned my screwed up wrist? Cause it's screwed up. Really, my joints are screwed up but whatever. According to my chiropractor, my wrist joint is so loose, the radius and ulna are starting to separate. Doesn't that sound fun? I'm supposed to work on getting stronger with a stressball, but those are impossibly hard to find so I'm waiting on the internet to deliver one to me.<br />
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My weeks are so scheduled. Like Monday night is taken up by so and so, Tuesday night is YOGA and so on. It's a little unfortunate, especially none of the days are scheduled to spend time with Gentleman Caller. However, we've recently started going on walks together. At FIVE THIRTY IN THE MORNING! That's early. It's before he goes to sleep (works nights) and I can wake up a little (!) early for work and do it. It just means I go to bed at 9:30 at night. My social life has yet to suffer. It's a good time for us to catch up on what happened the previous night and just chat. I like it.<br />
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Why does office coffee taste so damn bad? Even with my Pecan Pie creamer, it's just too close to nasty.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-80469852365613885782011-10-18T12:21:00.000-07:002011-10-18T12:21:51.494-07:00<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Whoa Blogger, slow down now. I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So I'm doing an at home sales party without the party. Frequently known as the "catalog party". Ugh. They're worse. Because then YOU (meaning ME) have to do all the work selling. And while I like this particular catalog, I don't want to sell it. I think some of the crap is a rip off, but if someone else buys it - I could get it FOR FREE! The free-ness motivates me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My favorite purse company is having a Halloween competition. Basically, you take one of their purses and make it into a halloween purse. I spent most of last night on my first couple of attempts. I think I have it mostly worked out tho, so I'll swing by the dollar store for some props.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I'm planning on making flash cards of the derby stuff I have to learn. Overacheiver much? Eh, it'll help. And this way I'll have it down pat by the time I REALLY need to know it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">[Pause for sudden need to create flashcard sized cardstock].</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My mother and I spent Sunday sewing (and swearing in my case) a skirt for my halloween costume. I'm going to be a referee. Not as fun as some of my other costumes in the past, but still cool. I mean, I get a whistle! And flags! Which I still need to make... I'm excited for the flags. A coworker is letting me use some bouncy balls that light up when they bouce. So yay fun accessories!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Holy craft time Batman!</span>Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-86836656562833539292011-10-17T07:14:00.000-07:002011-10-17T07:14:20.134-07:00So I need to make this part of the routine. And figure out how I want to talk about stuff. That will make posting easier and probably more frequent. Until then, let's catch up!<br />
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My hip has healed pretty well. I can do a lot of walking and not feel the same burning tearing pain that was there before. Gentleman Caller and I have been walking in the morning and I think it's helping. It does still get sore, but I just rest it a little and it's usually fine.<br />
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The end of softball season rocked. My team took third in our league's tournament, which is the BEST we've ever done. I was asked to play in several weekend tournaments. The first one was awful. I was playing with a pretty terrible team, but I didn't know any better. The second one was an improvement, but we still lost big time. And the last one was so awesome. So so awesome. We didn't place or anything, but it was a pretty harmonious team and I played like a rockstar. We're talking diving catches, massive scoops and insane stretches. It was sweet.<br />
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My sister Gretel did tear her ACL and meniscus. It's been pretty awful to watch. She's a single mother and has no income because she can't do her job sitting. Naturally, my family is doing everything they can. And oddly enough, her daughter's father has stepped up some. She's started pt and is almost off crutches, after almost three months of being on them.<br />
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I've started volunterring with derby. So far, I have no idea what that really entails. I will be officiating during bouts (keeping track of penalties, lineups and jam times) and doing some work with the public relations committee. Wish me luck.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-55506668984393038642011-08-25T12:51:00.000-07:002011-08-25T12:51:31.354-07:00Feeling pretty sad today. Yesterday too. I know we don't know each other very well, but I'm going to tell you something that I haven't said to anyone else. <br />
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I think I want kids.<br />
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Why is this such a secret you ask? Because Gentleman Caller does not want kids. Not even slightly. I feel like if I told someone this, they would judge me, judge GC and decide our lives in their mind. Plus all it would do is make them feel bad for me which I very much don't want.<br />
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But man is this sticking in my head right now. Why now, you ask? One of my very close friends just let me know she and her husband are expecting. And that I'm not allowed to tell anyone yet (I'm the first and only of her friends to know, he's been blabbing everywhere). <br />
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I feel like I'm suffocating with baby secrets.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-65988132768319887462011-08-08T09:57:00.000-07:002011-08-08T09:57:10.763-07:00It was a busy fun weekend. And now I'm back to work... Le sigh.<br />
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We had a pretty big party at work on Friday. It wasn't as crazy as it usually gets but there was wapatui, a dumpster pool and a homemade waterslide propped up on a forklift. It's just how we roll.<br />
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On Saturday I helped at roller derby. While I was a little freaked out about messing something up, it was pretty awesome. Another lady and myself had the line up duty. Basically, we had to write down the numbers of the people in the jam and mark their penalties. It was pretty easy, but hectic! The chick I was with was really cool and EVERYONE was really nice. Even if some people didn't wear deodorant. Hippie. I think it's something I'd like to help with, but I feel like if I do mess up I'm going to go all emo and freak out. Well, I'd have to go to an interview anyway. So I can chat with them about it.<br />
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Saturday night, Gentleman Caller and I went on a date! A date! I was crabbyish and he was so goshdarn annoying. And on purpose! Which makes it more annoying! But it was still a good night out with him. Pizza at a local place and a movie. Something about monkeys. Franco out.<br />
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Sunday was nice. I did laundry at the 'rent's. Got to go swimming and play with my niece. Did nothing. Was perfect.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-31959689935852417532011-07-26T14:26:00.000-07:002011-07-26T14:26:21.252-07:00If I were to name 3 things that I dislike about my hip surgery, they would be:<br />
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1) <strong>Slow recovery time.</strong> It's easy to forget your body is slow and healing, so you do stupid things like try to shower and then faint nekkid in the bathroom. So you compensate a little. And then your body is just slow and you can't tell if it's because it's healing or if you got really, really lazy and out of shape while you were recovery.<br />
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2) <strong>Missing physical acitivies.</strong> Yoga most of all. But that's probably because I quit it sooner so that I could make room in my schedule for softball. I also miss softball. And my second softball team, where I'm not in charge and have to organize everyone even if my hands are shaking and I'm nauseous because I had hip surgery 4 days earlier. I was sorta pushed into playing in my team's softball game last week because we were a lady short and I hated the idea of forfeiting. And boy howdy, did that piss me off. Rage was spewing out all day because I was forced into it and I wasn't ready. Was not ready. But thankfully, I feel a little more ready this week because we're a lady short again! So I have to play!<br />
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3) <strong>Random twinges of pain.</strong> But this is healing. I'm also sorta numb in spots on my thigh. I do fear tearing shit up again and having to do it again. Then again, if that happens, we're talking a different surgery completely.<br />
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Now, three things I like about the hip surgery.<br />
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1) <strong>Less pain.</strong> Not nearly the same amount of intense and awful groin pain after walking. I've decided the burning sort of pain was from the flap of cartilage that was stuck in the hip socket slowly being torn even more and more. And really, that's probably what it was.<br />
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2) <strong>Less pain.</strong> Radomn twinges of pain? Doable.<br />
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3) <strong>Less pain.</strong> Burning pain? Gone.<br />
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Happy Birthday to me.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-66629428716401237252011-07-20T07:52:00.000-07:002011-07-20T07:52:03.882-07:00My sister (let's just name her Gretel), whom had previously messed up her knee, messed up her knee again last night. It's a lot worse this time. She should have gone and gotten an mri the first time, but didn't want to pay for it. Now it's incredibly painful and she doesn't have any help chasing her kid around during the day. She's calling an orthopedic fella this morning.<br />
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It's my birthday tomorrow. I've taken tomorrow afternoon off, but will probably spend it with my sister and niece. We were supposed to go eat sushi and then pool party! Now it sorta depends on Gretel's pain level. Right now it's super high! I was sort of late to the game of planning but that doesn't seem to matter now.<br />
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I'm not trying to sound emo, but I never have very high expectations on my birthday. And no matter how fun the day is, I'm always a little sad. I have no problem with the age thing, I'm pretty happy with how my life is going... But I just feel a little sad and act slightly more reserved. Gosh this does sound emo. Let me assure you I'm very capable of shrugging it off.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-27526077190249960722011-07-14T07:06:00.000-07:002011-07-14T07:06:16.291-07:00I love having crazy dreams.<br />
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Gentleman Caller has a friend who recently was married to a person whose personality I, um, <em>conflict</em> with. Negative Nancy and her opinions of your life would cause conflict with you too I'm sure. My dream last night made me into one of her bridesmaids. And while I wasn't happy about catering to her demands, I was pumped to wear an ice blue dress. Ice blue makes everything worth it. All the ladies and gents were supposed to be there two hours early, I was an hour later and then I left! I went home to play video games with GC and a friend. So when I noticed the time, I sped the whole way there and got there 12 minutes after the ceremony started. Nancy had two people outside the ceremony room who told me that if she ever saw me again, she would punch me in the face. In the face!<br />
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I would only be too happy to never see her again.<br />
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In other news, Harry Potter midnight show tonight! I'm going to let my enthuastic (read: dorky) nature shine through tonight and dress up. It's not that I'm in love with Potter, I like it just fine but I just want to dress up for the fun of it. We're talkin pleated skirt, knee socks, HP shirt and track jacket. Obvs I'm going with friends and family, they're pretty much down with the dorky.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-9583037866213058602011-07-06T12:12:00.000-07:002011-07-06T12:12:56.190-07:00Ohmygosh! Someone take my credit card from me!<br />
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I have gone on a spree today. Maurice's had some stuff on sale (new dress-check, new cardis-check), I bought Gentleman Caller a birthday present (it was on sale!) and, oh yeah, a plane ticket to Denver. <br />
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This is on top of the four new shirts on Friday, anniversary present for Gentleman Caller and more Envirosax that were just toooo cute. <br />
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Plus I'm covering all of rent this month. Ugh. That hurt.<br />
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But hey, GC and I celebrated our 7 year anniversary yesterday. I had a post op doctor's appointment in Madison. The big plan was to do the appointment (stitches out!), get dinner at my fav restaurant (Biaggi's) and come home for softball (not me, him).<br />
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Turns out when you eat at 1:00, you're not really all that hungry at 3:30. We chatted about things to do and someone threw out going to <a href="http://www.olbrich.org/">Olbrich Gardens</a>. So beautiful! It was lovely to walk around and he even held my hand once in awhile!! GC is not big on pda and holding hands counts and yes it does suck, you are correct. It was a really relaxing and just a plain ol' nice time.<br />
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Besides the fact that I was hanging out with my favorite person, I was so happy to be walking. I'm 12 days post surgery and I barely limp. I haven't pushed it because I am still healing, but Olbrich isn't small. We walked most of it and I was just getting tired when we were back at the beginning. But nothing hurt! Which is freaking awesome.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-29458411527700732232011-06-29T06:48:00.000-07:002011-06-29T06:48:05.201-07:00Surgery was a success. Well, insomuch as my surgeon went in there, cleaned it out, stitched me up and shoved me outta there.<br />
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Recovery... well I always underestimate how long recovery takes.<br />
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I tend to forgot how much my body dislikes being messed me. So Monday when I was finally able to take a shower, it was a disaster.<br />
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To begin with, I had probably been walking around too much in the morning. Gentleman Caller has been a GREAT help, but he works at night and sleeps alllllll morning. I was left to myself on Monday morning and while it was ok, I maybe decided to move around toooo much. And eat crappy food.<br />
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When it came time for the actual shower (SHOWER!!!) I was really excited! I jumped (figuratively) in! The second water hit my head, I knew it was a mistake. But my curly hair was now wet and needed to go through the works in order to forgive me for daring to get it wet. I managed to shampoo and get conditioner in, before I sat down in the tub and turned off the water. I soaped up since I wasn't doing anything else. And waited. And got impatient. I stood up, decided to just get it done with and get out. I rinsed everything off, hurried to wrap myself in a towel, sat on the lidded toilet and fainted.<br />
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Fainted! Like a delicate flower wilting after being exposed to too much sun.<br />
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Thankfully, I had insisted Gentleman Caller be in the area. He says he caught me as I was tilting to the side, accidently kneed me in the hip which cause me to spasm or something and then wake up. I basically ran into the bedroom and hung out on the bed for the next half hour. GC was really sweet and helped me with my lotion, getting dressed and just hung out with me while I calmed the eff down.<br />
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It sucked.<br />
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So last night I showered with a shower chair. And I could felt, physically, that if I didn't have that awesome blessing of a chair, it would have happened again. <br />
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What is with my shower? It wants to DESTROY me!Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-29119581424027242011-06-22T13:27:00.000-07:002011-06-22T13:27:48.170-07:00I. Am. Bummed.<br />
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Disappointed would be too strong. But I'm not exactly happy. None of my family is available to drive me to surgery on Friday. Gentleman Caller could, but would prolly kill us while driving due to lack of sleep.<br />
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So I'm sitting in my office tearing up a little. Which is kind of silly, I realize. But I've not had surgery before and don't know what to expect when I wake up. I feel like I'm begging a ride from a friend, even tho several people offered. Sincerely too. <br />
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With family, you don't have to guard what you say or worry about what they think. It's your family.<br />
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Who doesn't want their family with them when they're down and out?Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968726442637605329.post-89950825096190437952011-06-20T06:47:00.000-07:002011-06-20T06:47:47.778-07:00Oh so very sleepy. My sleep schedule has been off for over a week and this weekend didn't help things.<br />
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Friday went by pretty easily, minus the 5 minutes before 5:00 that my supervisor freaked out. Such a treat to begin two days off. I'm not going to lie, Gentleman Caller may have taken some attitude when I got home because of it. Also because he's annoying when I'm trying to clean, but details...<br />
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Miss Candy wanted to go roller skating. It is so damn HOT in the rink, both of us were dripping sweat by the end of the hour.<br />
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I had a wedding reception to go to on Saturday night. There were also cupcakes to bake for Father's Day, more cleaning to be done and I wanted to fix my nails (black shattered left on for far too long). However, my oldest sister needed help finding a dress for the wedding, so I spent a fair amount of time driving around with her. She ended up not even wearing it that night. I wasn't left me with much time after that, so I chose cupcakes over fixing my nails. I hope my dad knows how much I love him.<br />
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The wedding reception was fun. Apparently there was fighting and sad feelings I didn't know about going on with my sisters. But whatevs, I made a new friend and had a blast.<br />
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Father's day was nice. Simple. We had a grilled turkey, sweet potatoes and fruit salad. So yummy! Apparently I was the only one to get my dad an actual unwrappable present, which was sad. I'm sure they're going to get him something at some point. I got him a bike seat. Not the most exciting gift out there, but hopefully it will make riding more comfortable.<br />
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Hope y'all had a most enjoyable weekend.Theohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519205078008736485noreply@blogger.com0