I like a joke as much as the next person. I don't take things very seriously and I hope you don't either. Hope you didn't come here to whine 'cause I don't wanna hear it!
I walked a bit today. Just enough to keep the muscles good. Tomorrow I’ll work ‘em out again. I am planning to do this every other day for a while. Later I will try for every day. Until then, I am becoming very good friends with this:
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On a different note, I wanted to post this for Winter. I think of her every time I hear this song. And it’s also for Unkey Monkey, who agrees with me that these guys are hot! Yes it’s in German, but parts are in English. Learn something new….!
I have been exercising. No, seriously. I have been paying attention. I have been walking more faithfully. I pulled out my weights. I pulled out my treadmill for really hot or rainy days. I’m tired of carrying this lard with me.
Most of my walking is done in the morning. It’s cooler. The streets are quieter. And the dog seems to like it too. Most times I manage to get home again early enough to shower or just sit down to watch Good Morning America before the kids get here. It’s been working out good for me.
Babygirl also walks. She meets a friend and they go walking almost every day. They leave well after I get home, and sometimes she is not even aware that I have left the house and returned.
Here’s what I didn’t know.
Her friend has been walking to lose weight too. He used to weigh 245 lbs. at the beginning of the summer. Now he weighs 216 lbs. and is still working at it. She has been his ‘trainer’. She’s been pushing him and encouraging him not to give up.
Tonight, Hubs and I decided to walk after dinner. Since she had just returned from a softball game, and was already in her workout clothes, she decided to go with us. We took our normal route. Not too long, not too short.
And then things got ugly.
As we neared the point of returning home, she called me a wuss. “You call that a walk?” THEM’S FIGHTING WORDS!!
So we accepted the challenge.
We saw parts of our town that we never knew existed. We saw the homes of ‘Old Money’- those homes with boats, Lexuses and BMW’s in the wrap-around driveways. We saw gardens galore (that itself was a whole other nightmare! Oh, the skeeters!!))
We walked aproximately 2.5 - 3 miles. (Compared to the usual ONE mile!) We went up hills and down. We went over the river and through the woods. Literally. Well, to be honest it was more like a creek, but hey, there was still water involved!
We got home 2 hours after left we left. (Can that be right? Wouldn’t that mean we actually walked further than 3 miles? I sure as hell feel like it. I’ll have to tell Hubs to drive that route and measure the mileage.)
My left foot has a blister. My knees are killing me. Not wearing a sports bra means that my boobies jiggled like jello and now they hurt too. I think even my hair hurts.
I will definitely be moaning this Monday morning. But it’s a good hurt.
I think I have found a personal trainer that will work for food!
Son2 had gone to see the Warped Tour, an all day music fest of several different groups. He had fun, got very tan, only had two beers (he stuck to water because of the heat) Around 4:00, he was observing the mosh pit. Someone fell in front of him and he reached down to help him up. As he started to stand up, he was struck in the face by someone else’s forearm.
As blood gushed from his face, he was assisted to the first aid tent where he was told “Dude, it’s broke. You need to get that set.”
At 5:15, I was informed of this facial deformity BY TEXT! I freaked out and waited for him to get home. I saw my baby’s beautiful face which now had a nose pointing to the left. No swelling, no difficulty breathing. But I still said “Dude, it’s broke. You need to get that set.”
We went to the hospital and waited. And were treated to the mess that was Motormouth Man. (I will tell you all about him when I get home! He is a whole post unto himself!) After an hour and a half in the waiting room, Son2 was taken for x-rays. He returned and hour later. At 11:30 pm, the doctor entered the room and informed us, “Dude, it’s broke.You need to get that set.”
He will join us for the beginning of vacation. Later in the week, he will return with Hubs to see an ear/nose/throat man to have the nose mushed back into place. He informed us that it really looks bad but he is honestly having no pain.
The mosh pit injuries have always been my fear for him. He works out his aggressions there as do countless others. I always tell him “Be careful in the pit” as he leaves the house. I didn’t say it yesterday. (I know!! It’s not my fault!) But according to him, he feels like it’s time to give them up. He wasn’t even in the pit! He was watching, and was in the right place at the right time to help someone else’s child from possible injury. He was being the hero for once. And his nose got broken for his efforts. *Sigh* (I’m still proud of him for that though)
So that was my Friday night. The action never stops over here. Today will be our last chats until next week. I don’t need any more action!
In roughly 44 hours, I’m supposed to be checking into the motel for a week of relaxation. Note-I said supposed to be. Son2 just texted me that while in the mosh pit of the Warped Tour, he had his nose broken.
Me: Are you sure it’s broken?
Him: Mom, I look like fucking Owen Wilson! First Aid said go to the hospital and have it rebroken and set. Will you set it for me?
What the fuck am I?? Florence fucking Nightingale??
Oh yeah…..Son2 is the one with NO INSURANCE!
Update later……
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Nose-fractured. Set?-No. Apparently no one in a hospital knows how to set a broken nose. We are leaving for vacation as planned. Son2 and Hubs will come back early to see an ENT so that he can have the nose set (after the swelling goes down.) What a night!
It is all about the itch. I read it and could not stop scratching. It was all the power of suggestion. A while back, when Joslyn’s sister got lice, I couldn’t listen to her mom tell me about it without getting the heebee jeebees (read: itchy)
Now it is summer. Tis the season for mosquitoes. I get itchy just imagining what the midwest is going through with all the standing water that is a breeding ground for those pests. My neighbor’s yard sinks in one part and since she empties the kid’s wading pool, it fills with the water and then just sits. I can’t take my kids outside into the back yard without the mosquitoes swarming to the little ones. They look like the poor refugees from those third world countries with the bugs gathering around their faces!
A mosquito bite-be it large or small-is enough to keep me uncomfortable all night long with the desire to scratch. I scratch until I bleed. If my fingernails are cut short, I will scratch until I bruise. But ahhh….the relief I feel when I ‘get’ that special spot. You know, the one that makes the itching stop.
Babygirl doesn’t mind the bites. I have said “Use the bug repellent” as she runs off to softball or to hang outside at a friend’s house. Does she ever listen? No. Why? Because she likes to scratch. She enjoys the sensation she gets when she ‘gets’ that spot.
I can tell her about West Nile Virus. She is 16. She doesn’t care.
This is part of one of her creative writing assignments:
Babygirl had a dentist appointment at 1:00 . I had two kids here today and Hubs was supposed to be here. He called at 10 and said there was no way he would make it. And did I ever tell you that I don’t drive?
Lovely.
Babygirl’s boyfriend picked us up and we dropped off the kids with my sister-in-law. And then to the dentist. Kid had something to do so he didn’t stay. That was cool. As long as we made it to the doctor’s it was okay. Dr. BadNews said “root canal” and then “braces” and “right away”. As through a tunnel, I also heard “hundred” or “thousand”. We will see the orthodontist within the next couple of weeks and she will return to Dr. BadNews next month. And did I tell you that we don’t have dental insurance?
Lovely.
I had forgotten all about ordering contacts because of all the pain Babygirl was in with her teeth. So I called to order them. I need to pick them up on Friday. $150.00. And did I tell you that we don’t have optical coverage?
Lovely.
We got home and there was a message on the answering machine. Babygirl may have to take Biology in summer school. We have to pay $85.00 per course for that. No bus transportation is provided. I have to find a way to get her there every day. And did I tell you that she will still be in school the week that we usually go on vacation?
Lovely.
After dinner we participated in my favorite recreational activity–food shopping. For once I didn’t bitch–much. After the day’s events I actually came home relaxed by the simple routine of spending money at a rate I could control. I had left some clothes in the washer earlier, so when we got home I went downstairs to throw them into the dryer. Hmmm…That’s strange. The towels waiting to be washed are awfully wet. Those kids are soaking up some serious water upstairs. I’d better check on that later…WHAT ISTHAT SMELL?? Our sewer line has backed up into our basement. Again. The snake isn’t moving things and neither is the Liquid Plumr. We will be calling RealLife Plumr.
Lovely.
Hubs is rolling with the punches while I freak out. How can he be so calm while our bank account is hemorrhaging money left and right in one day? I was so happy when I got up this morning. I intended on having a lovely day.
In just six more hours, my baby will go on a trip. This is not the first trip without family, but it is the first trip out of the country for her.
Son2 made a trip to Canada a few years ago. He went with a few buddies to spend New Year’s Eve drinking and meeting “girls”. (I say “girls” because mostly they went to the titty bars)
When Son2 took his trip, he was already 21. My baby is 16. My baby is a girl. And my baby……well, she’s my baby! I am nervous for her. I worry that in all of her teenage-girl giddiness, she will forget something important. I am afraid that she’ll get separated from her group. I’m scared about all the “what if’s”. What if she needs me and I’m not able to get to her?
I know all these fears are kind of irrational. She has a lot of commom sense. And she is very smart. If anyone can be resourceful, it’s her. Besides, she is 16. She is old enough to go places and see things without a parent looking over her shoulder.
I mean, I remember being able to do those things at 16. I remember a lot of the things I did at 16.
Ow!! My heart just felt like it was squeezed!
Like I said, I remember 16….OW! Again with the pain!
FUCK!!! I remember 16!!!!
There are boys on this trip too. They are all staying in the same hotel.
The weather was beautiful. The temperature was just right. I wanted the windows open to let in the fresh springtime air.
I opened the drapes. They were dusty. I decided that I should wash them. I had no babies here so this was the perfect opportunity. I returned to open the windows and then I noticed that the glass was dirty. A winter’s worth of dust and Hub’s smoking,(yes, he still does that….but let’s not go there!) had gathered on the panes. I needed to wash them because it detracted from the beauty of the sunshine.
Well, as long as the indoor windows were getting cleaned I may as well clean the storm windows and the screens. It would only take an extra few minutes but it would pay off in the end. Hmmm….I have to remove the blinds so that I can get to the storm windows. That’s okay, I’ll soak them in the downstairs bath tub. A simple soak, dry and hang them back up. No prob.
In order to get to the brackets holding the blinds, I have to move a hanging plant. As long as the bathroom is steamy, I may as well treat the plant with a little humidity. And since I have a few clippings, I’ll repot them (as long as the plant is down)
After cleaning the screens, my bathtub was covered in a black film that wouldn’t just rinse away. It needed to be scrubbed. On my hands and knees, I cleaned the tub until it gleamed.
I was a busy little bee. All of the tasks got done. One by one, my windows were returned to sparkling clarity and non-dusty shine. I was proud of myself. I got it all done with no interference from anyone.
My house smelled fresh. The sunshine dappled through the trees and into my living room. The curtains looked brighter. My house looked more cheerful (or maybe it was my attitude) I sat down.
I sat down.
I sat down.
I couldn’t fucking get back up!
My back had locked up. So there I sat until Hubs came home. He went back out and picked up dinner. We ate burgers and then I ate Percocet. And Advil. And did I mention Percocet?
Today, me and my buddy Perc (as I like to call him) just hung out in my bedroom. We watched television and laughed at the ho’s on Maury. We also saw something about Pope Benny, (but I don’t quite remember what it was) Later, we watched the Hillary/Obama debate (but we didn’t understand a word of it, even after twenty minutes.)
Oh yeah, and I called the doctor. Steroid injections will begin again. *Sigh*
1. Don’t start drinking hard liquor at noon. It gets harder to follow instructions. (And it makes walking kind of hard when you’re doing laundry.)
2. I don’t know who loves Babygirl’s boyfriend more right now, she or me. He fixed quite a few glitches in my computer and so far , so good. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. I wanted to catch up on a few more things that I didn’t do today but……
3. ……I went to the eye doctor and she dilated my pupils. (If I had known that was going to happen, I would have just smoked the weed instead of drinking !) When I get this done, it tends to stay with me for HOURS! Therefore, I am having trouble seeing my monitor clearly. I currently have my nose touching the screen and it’s not very comfortable!
Oh,well. What can ya do? I think I’ll go to bed soon and pretend that Monday never happened.
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