Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Thought I'd be all done with physio after this Friday's appointment. I have been feeling like I'm totally recovered from my accident. Finally able to wrestle with my nephews, run with my son, haul things, move things, love life again... it was all so good.
Today I fell down the steps on my patio twice. Yeah. Good stuff hey! got my back rather well and I can barely move my left shoulder. I feel almost like kharma got the better of me today because I had a bit of a chuckle yesterday about someone else falling. Okay, fate... I get the picture. I'll behave!!!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I just wrote a whole post about what I've been up to the past couple of weeks, but deleted the whole thing because it was boring enough to put ants to sleep. So I'll spare you. I'll just say that I'm back up to my usual bag of do-it-yourself Superwoman tasks. Thankfully, I've got Vix here to help me! I also had a bit to say about my love of trail mix, as long as it has smarties in it, but again.. do you really care about my tastebuds?
Then again, that's what blogs are for... to just yammer on and see if anybody finds them interesting.
I bet the most exciting part of this post will be me letting you know my cat gave my toes a bath tonight. Good little cleaning too. Got right in there between my big and second toe. I thought I'd be more ticklish than that. Funny, though... he disappeared shaking his head and sneezing and I haven't seen him in about half an hour. Hmm... curious.
Till next time!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I'm not talking about catching a glimpse of yourself as you pass by a reflective surface. I'm talking about feeling like you've lost emotional control and you couldn't possibly be more surprised and turned off by what's coming out of your mouth. Extreme loss of patience. Everything seems to be the opposite of what you'd consider normal or acceptable. And it just keeps compounding until you end up locking yourself in the washroom so you can break down and sob in private, head in hands, thinking "Who ARE you?!"
Yeah... uhh.. well.
Sorry for insulting anybody that I did that crossed my path while I was in this manic state today. I'm blaming it on PMS and the fact that I've confirmed my 4th (or possibly 5th) bladder infection in about as many months, today. I don't even remember what it's like to feel "normal" down there anymore. Seems like I can never just go halfsies on anything health related. It's all or nothing with my body. I don't get one timers... I get stuck with chronic conditions. WTF is that all about anyway?! I do my best to be healthy. I exercise. I don't smoke, hardly drink, never do drugs. I play. I laugh. I am clean. So I don't get it.
What it boils down to is: I'd like to be able to touch myself without wincing in pain.
Yeah. That'd be nice.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I spent the majority of Saturday in both my yard and Vixey's. In mine it was all about levelling the ground, weeding it out, rolling it and laying sod. At Vixey's it was the mind numbing, painstaking art of pulling of all these little tiny weeds, and huge dandelions, while trying not to make too many tulip and lily sacrifices.
Oh yeah, Baby. I wore gloves all day long. I was worried about having these ridiculous looking tan lines, but that didn't happen. All that happened was somehow the dirt got in through the gloves and attached itself deep into my fingernail beds, and those tiny skin crevaces on my fingers.
I just really hope people don't look too closely at my hands... and if they do, I hope they assume it was dirt I was digging in and not something else.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
GF: I can't wait to get my candles in.. my house will smell like man!
Me: Oooooo!!! Man smell... yummmmm... *hearty giggle* Did you actually order the man smell candle?
GF: Yes, I did! I know, is there anything better? I love how men smell!!
Me: Oh absolutely not! I love man smell too!!
Well, okay... that's not at all word for word, but that was the gyst of it. (Is gyst spelled with a g or a j?)
Consider this a public notice:
The point here, men, is that women like men who smell good. In fact, at that candle party all people in attendance, younger and older all concurred that men who smell good are da bomb!! It is of vital importance that men of the world read this post and begin to understand that we don't like stink on men. If you've been sitting out in the sun all day sweating up a storm, for God's sake, clean yourself up before coming in for any sort of intimacy. Smell good... in all your nooks and cranny's - every day! Spend the day playing racquet sports in +20C weather? Chances are you should clean yourself up prior to attempting to lean in for that kiss. Oh, and since I'm on the topic... don't forget, since it's summer approaching, do your feet smell like the dumpster mixed with a bit of skunk? For shit's sake, man. Clean yourself up.
I'm just pointing out what should be the obvious, but sadly, to so many men it isn't. Women like yum, not yuck. Thankfully, there are a few good men who understand the importance of being clean and smelling good. Those are the ones they made the man smell candle after! ;OP