Oh Hai!
I haven't written much about the whole recovery thing because even *I* am tired of hearing about it. But when I disappear for a week-ish, on a regular basis, it seems worth acknowledging.
One frustration I am having is the utter tiredness of recovery. It's like an effed up version of the hokey pokey. One day I feel great then the next: total crap. One step forward, one step back. Put your left foot in, put your left foot out. This is where my patience is tried. and tried. and tried. (or if you're dyslexic, like me, you read "tired. and tired. and tired. Both apply.)
Don't get me wrong, I feel good most times. I know when I'm going to be tired and sore. It's the increments that I have to live by right now. One active day equals one not-so-active day. This doesn't make working, therapy, and general life-living easy.
By Friday, I hate everyone unilaterally. Kevin usually finds me napping on the couch Friday when he comes home. (last night: fully dressed, under the blanket, with a bed pillow, perhaps with my shoes on.)
During the first six weeks of being on bedrest, moving around wasn't a choice. Now moving around is a choice. Then when the body reminds you not to, it sucks.
Also the way my brain is wired it tells me that I can move now. Move. Now. Move. Move It. (how many of you just heard Madagascar in your head?)
The suggestions for coping with this is...say it with me: Move Less. I'm six months out from the injury, with six months left of "recovery" and I just want to punch people. Also: I should own stock in Extra Strength Tylenol by now.
Here's how my weekday goes:
5:00 am - Send Kevin to work
5:15 - sit in the recliner with the leg elevated and watch my stories or
go back to bed if I had a bad day/night
8:00 - get ready for work. (when I will remember that I can't hurry anymore, who knows? It seems no time soon)
9:00-3:00-ish: work
3:00-4:00-ish: therapy two days, weekly
4:15 - sit in the recliner with the leg elevated & watch my stories (sense a theme?)
6:00 - make & have dinner with Kevin
6:30 - sit in the recliner with the leg elevated and iced & watch my stories
9:00 - go to bed
There was a time that I would have LOVED this. There are times where I still enjoy "sit in the recliner with the leg elevated and watch my stories" but it's getting old. I would enjoy "sit in the recliner with the leg elevated and watch my stories" if it were a choice instead of a requirement.
Maybe that's it: I'm bucking against authority. It's my inner rebel yelling "You can't hold me down!" Except, I'm wrong. I can be held down, quite easily actually.
You put your one foot in, you put your own foot out.
If you need me: I'll be siting in the recliner with the leg elevated and watching my stories
27 October 2012
25 October 2012
News & Notes
Only 20 days until we go to Vegas. I am So Ready. Which seems ridiculous after having so much time at home. I am looking forward to having a break from this new routine that I have. (read: physical therapy and work)
CNN featured a new attraction in Vegas that I have a feeling that I am going to get peer pressured into doing:
http://www.cnn.com/2012/09/25/travel/goretorium-opening/index.html?iref=allsearch
Here's a random question: how long is beef stew good for? There is a familial disagreement on how long it can be kept. Details: hamburger - not pot roast or shredded beef, homemade, kept in the refrigerator.
Kevin recently received two mind-boggling offers to purchase our racecar. He's passed, without hesitation. It is the first car we rode in together, on our first date.
There would have to be a really, really big reason for us to ever sell it. Instead, it's been put away for hibernation until Spring.
I think if it was allowed I would only write with a pencil. I am particular about the pens I write with and even then my handwriting tends to get crazy. I find that with pencils, my penmanship is so much better. Also: erasers.
NaNoWriMo is starting again soon. Every year I'm tempted. Even this year when I have more than enough on my plate. Some day, I will do it.
The ER cut off my pants when I threw myself down the stairs. I have been heartsick since as they were my favorite pants. Black brushed cords that were super comfortable. I haven't been able to look much because of the whole not moving thing. Yesterday I made it a goal to find them. And I did, at Fred Meyer for $50. I know that this isn't much, especially for happiness, but I couldn't just drop $50 on pants right before our trip. I comforted myself with the idea that I had at least found a store that had them.
Then I thought: the INTERWEBS. Amazon didn't have them, nor did the first few search suggestions. Until light shown down upon the laptop. You will never guess who had them: SEARS. For half-price nonetheless. Thank you sweet baby jesus. They will be here sometime this week! Yes, "they" because you see I couldn't justify $50 for a pair but I could for Two Pairs!!
I need the two most recent Pampers commercials as screensavers. They are cute overload. First the Chair Climbers:
and now the bed heads.
So much cute!
Then there's the ad with all the laughter, starting with babies up to grandparents. I love that one too.
CNN featured a new attraction in Vegas that I have a feeling that I am going to get peer pressured into doing:
http://www.cnn.com/2012/09/25/travel/goretorium-opening/index.html?iref=allsearch
Here's a random question: how long is beef stew good for? There is a familial disagreement on how long it can be kept. Details: hamburger - not pot roast or shredded beef, homemade, kept in the refrigerator.
Kevin recently received two mind-boggling offers to purchase our racecar. He's passed, without hesitation. It is the first car we rode in together, on our first date.
There would have to be a really, really big reason for us to ever sell it. Instead, it's been put away for hibernation until Spring.
I think if it was allowed I would only write with a pencil. I am particular about the pens I write with and even then my handwriting tends to get crazy. I find that with pencils, my penmanship is so much better. Also: erasers.
NaNoWriMo is starting again soon. Every year I'm tempted. Even this year when I have more than enough on my plate. Some day, I will do it.
The ER cut off my pants when I threw myself down the stairs. I have been heartsick since as they were my favorite pants. Black brushed cords that were super comfortable. I haven't been able to look much because of the whole not moving thing. Yesterday I made it a goal to find them. And I did, at Fred Meyer for $50. I know that this isn't much, especially for happiness, but I couldn't just drop $50 on pants right before our trip. I comforted myself with the idea that I had at least found a store that had them.
Then I thought: the INTERWEBS. Amazon didn't have them, nor did the first few search suggestions. Until light shown down upon the laptop. You will never guess who had them: SEARS. For half-price nonetheless. Thank you sweet baby jesus. They will be here sometime this week! Yes, "they" because you see I couldn't justify $50 for a pair but I could for Two Pairs!!
I need the two most recent Pampers commercials as screensavers. They are cute overload. First the Chair Climbers:
and now the bed heads.
So much cute!
Then there's the ad with all the laughter, starting with babies up to grandparents. I love that one too.
21 October 2012
Live Blogging Monica's Closet Excavation
Today's the day. The day to clean out Monica's closet. (if you're wondering wth I'm talking about, click here: http://youtu.be/R4VCrlWyXbQ ) It hasn't been touched since I threw myself down the stairs. Other than to randomly toss stuff in there, slam the door, then run away.
Kevin walked in and said "What are you doing? OMG Clean up this mess!"
Two boxes of CD's from when Kevin's brother converted them to MP3's...Now WTF am I to do with them?
Three sports balls, a water gun, and a super bounce ball for the kids. Because these are easy to store.
Easter decorations EVERYWHERE.
Amazon boxes EVERYWHERE.
The beautiful table runner I brought home has a ghastly stain. Doggone it.
Pile of throw rugs that have been banished since the wheelchair days. Hmmmm.
If my mother-n-law buys any Christmas wrap or bows this year, it's going to be a very merry UnChristmas. (we store her Christmas stuff)
A lamp my aunt gave me from my mom's house because "You said you liked it and wanted it" WHEN I WAS SIX.
A failed bills filing system and leftover shredding because I overloaded the shredding.
Oh good, more picture frames.
Must not look in random photo album. Must. Not. Look.
Too late...there goes 10 minutes.
I have too many empty boxes. Christmas is in two months. What to do?
What the hell do I do with a VCR?
If I have to sort Christmas, Easter, Halloween decorations into the correct boxes, should I just leave the Christmas stuff out now?
Why do I have plastic leis? Why don't I remember how I got them?
You know those plastic bags with zippers that blankets come in? Yeah, I have tens of those, need one?
I have kept a binder from the school job for years. It was one of those "I'm sure I'll want something out of it one day" things. I made myself take fifteen minutes to flip through it. Out of a three-inch binder, I kept three pieces of paper. SHEESH.
Well, nearly three hours and all is right. Order has been restored.
Kevin walked in and said "What are you doing? OMG Clean up this mess!"
Two boxes of CD's from when Kevin's brother converted them to MP3's...Now WTF am I to do with them?
Three sports balls, a water gun, and a super bounce ball for the kids. Because these are easy to store.
Easter decorations EVERYWHERE.
Amazon boxes EVERYWHERE.
The beautiful table runner I brought home has a ghastly stain. Doggone it.
Pile of throw rugs that have been banished since the wheelchair days. Hmmmm.
If my mother-n-law buys any Christmas wrap or bows this year, it's going to be a very merry UnChristmas. (we store her Christmas stuff)
A lamp my aunt gave me from my mom's house because "You said you liked it and wanted it" WHEN I WAS SIX.
A failed bills filing system and leftover shredding because I overloaded the shredding.
Oh good, more picture frames.
Must not look in random photo album. Must. Not. Look.
Too late...there goes 10 minutes.
I have too many empty boxes. Christmas is in two months. What to do?
What the hell do I do with a VCR?
If I have to sort Christmas, Easter, Halloween decorations into the correct boxes, should I just leave the Christmas stuff out now?
Why do I have plastic leis? Why don't I remember how I got them?
You know those plastic bags with zippers that blankets come in? Yeah, I have tens of those, need one?
I have kept a binder from the school job for years. It was one of those "I'm sure I'll want something out of it one day" things. I made myself take fifteen minutes to flip through it. Out of a three-inch binder, I kept three pieces of paper. SHEESH.
Well, nearly three hours and all is right. Order has been restored.
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| (play balls in zippered bag, lamp safely-ish stowed, decorations banished to boxes, buzz lightyear boot nearly out of sight...I'm only 5'3" lol) |
19 October 2012
When We Are Tired
We have conversations like this:
"Just so you know, the garbage needs to be taken out tomorrow."
"Leave me a note, it's okay to leave me a note."
"I hate being *that person*"
"Then you don't want the garbage taken out."
"So I'll leave a note. On your forehead."
"No. Not on mine. On YOURS. Because then I'd SEE IT."
"Just so you know, the garbage needs to be taken out tomorrow."
"Leave me a note, it's okay to leave me a note."
"I hate being *that person*"
"Then you don't want the garbage taken out."
"So I'll leave a note. On your forehead."
"No. Not on mine. On YOURS. Because then I'd SEE IT."
15 October 2012
Observations
Two observations from today.
When I left for work today, someone pulled out in front of me then proceeded to drive erratically onto the freeway. They weren't speeding, but kept weaving quite a bit.
I assumed that the person was on the phone or drinking, by the way they were driving. I got past them and finally saw that the driver was a woman and she was crying.
It broke my heart a little. Did someone die? Did her husband leave her? Did her dog get hit by a car? It was a little awful.
Also...
I work in a university town so there is are tons of college kids, especially right now as all the new students have invaded the stores with their newfound freedom.
I've spotted a student checking out another student a few times. My impulse is always to stop the Checkee and tell them that the Checker was admiring them. I've never done it but the impulse is always there.
To be clear, it's not leering that I see but admiring. It just triggers this matchmaking impulse that is buried somewhere deep. And, be honest, how happy would you be that a stranger thought you were attractive?
When I left for work today, someone pulled out in front of me then proceeded to drive erratically onto the freeway. They weren't speeding, but kept weaving quite a bit.
I assumed that the person was on the phone or drinking, by the way they were driving. I got past them and finally saw that the driver was a woman and she was crying.
It broke my heart a little. Did someone die? Did her husband leave her? Did her dog get hit by a car? It was a little awful.
Also...
I work in a university town so there is are tons of college kids, especially right now as all the new students have invaded the stores with their newfound freedom.
I've spotted a student checking out another student a few times. My impulse is always to stop the Checkee and tell them that the Checker was admiring them. I've never done it but the impulse is always there.
To be clear, it's not leering that I see but admiring. It just triggers this matchmaking impulse that is buried somewhere deep. And, be honest, how happy would you be that a stranger thought you were attractive?
10 October 2012
What You Got
We were working in the yard over the weekend. We decided to redo a small garden spot in our big yard. This is the one I referenced awhile ago about gardening with Kevin requires a chain saw.
Anyway.
We were finishing up a project and by finishing up, I mean Kevin was doing it and I was standing there. With the dogs, supervising.
He was making do with some cinderblock edging that we already had, even though his brother has the kind Kevin likes and says he can use. "But I don't want to use them because sure enough he will decide he was going to use them to, I don't know, build a house or something." (anyone who knows my b-i-l in reals just laughed out loud. My b-i-l is Not Motivated, unless of course, you need/want something he has extra of. Then suddenly he was going to do something with that while he's long-suffering yet endearing wife eye-rolls in the background)
Again. Anyway. Hello ADD, nice to meet you.
Finally as Kevin was just about finished, he sighs "It's done. You work with what you've got. Not with what you want."
Hmmm.
That's pretty sage advice actually.
Anyway.
We were finishing up a project and by finishing up, I mean Kevin was doing it and I was standing there. With the dogs, supervising.
He was making do with some cinderblock edging that we already had, even though his brother has the kind Kevin likes and says he can use. "But I don't want to use them because sure enough he will decide he was going to use them to, I don't know, build a house or something." (anyone who knows my b-i-l in reals just laughed out loud. My b-i-l is Not Motivated, unless of course, you need/want something he has extra of. Then suddenly he was going to do something with that while he's long-suffering yet endearing wife eye-rolls in the background)
Again. Anyway. Hello ADD, nice to meet you.
Finally as Kevin was just about finished, he sighs "It's done. You work with what you've got. Not with what you want."
Hmmm.
That's pretty sage advice actually.
09 October 2012
Six Months
Today it is six months since I threw myself down the stairs. I'll let that sink in:
Six Months.
Like I mentioned before, it feels like a big hunk of 2012 is missing from my memory. Probably because It IS. Six months!
I am a little better every day. I say this every day: I am a little better every day.
But I still want to punch people (therapist, doctor) when they say "12-18 Months" for a full-recovery "and even then, you'll always feel it." I try to stay positive and cheerful but the urge to headbutt someone when they say that is nearly overwhelming.
Just a quick little update: can still totally feel the screw heads & plates in my leg. Still turn many shades of purple at any given moment. Still never not hurts. Still wearing a brace. Still working part time. Still doing physical therapy. Still occasionally land at home on a days bedrest.
Still.
Today is the second day in those six months that I've worn big girl shoes i.e. shoes that aren't sneakers. I tried slip-ons a month ago and whew! did that not work out well for me. Today I am trying my trusty old Danskos (the ones that haven't tried to kill me) and while I can't zip one the one up, I am wearing them.
So, that's happy.
Water therapy is helping immensely. So, take my advice if you ever get hurt & have physical therapy: request water therapy. No, demand it. It makes All The Difference.
And pack your patience. You'll need it.
Follow directions.
Take each day as it comes.
Basically just put your life on hold until further notice.
Six months ago, I was in the hospital, then on bed rest, then in a wheelchair, then in the Buzz Lightyear boot, then in multiple braces. Yikes. Six months ago I foolishly thought "A break is better than a sprain." But not five breaks. Five breaks trumps a sprain, as it turns out.
Here's to a less eventful, yet more exciting next six months!!!
Six Months.
Like I mentioned before, it feels like a big hunk of 2012 is missing from my memory. Probably because It IS. Six months!
I am a little better every day. I say this every day: I am a little better every day.
But I still want to punch people (therapist, doctor) when they say "12-18 Months" for a full-recovery "and even then, you'll always feel it." I try to stay positive and cheerful but the urge to headbutt someone when they say that is nearly overwhelming.
Just a quick little update: can still totally feel the screw heads & plates in my leg. Still turn many shades of purple at any given moment. Still never not hurts. Still wearing a brace. Still working part time. Still doing physical therapy. Still occasionally land at home on a days bedrest.
Still.
Today is the second day in those six months that I've worn big girl shoes i.e. shoes that aren't sneakers. I tried slip-ons a month ago and whew! did that not work out well for me. Today I am trying my trusty old Danskos (the ones that haven't tried to kill me) and while I can't zip one the one up, I am wearing them.
So, that's happy.
Water therapy is helping immensely. So, take my advice if you ever get hurt & have physical therapy: request water therapy. No, demand it. It makes All The Difference.
And pack your patience. You'll need it.
Follow directions.
Take each day as it comes.
Basically just put your life on hold until further notice.
Six months ago, I was in the hospital, then on bed rest, then in a wheelchair, then in the Buzz Lightyear boot, then in multiple braces. Yikes. Six months ago I foolishly thought "A break is better than a sprain." But not five breaks. Five breaks trumps a sprain, as it turns out.
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| At least I can legally put my foot up on my desk |
Here's to a less eventful, yet more exciting next six months!!!
08 October 2012
So, This was Weird, in a Really Bad Way
I came home on Friday afternoon, like I always do. On the main road to my house, there is a big sweeping curve. As I got closer, I noticed cars. Then I noticed that they were Sheriff's cars. And State Patrol cars. And crime scene tape.
WTF.
I had to actually stop for a Sheriff car to move so I put my window down and asked the nearest deputy what had happened.
"Oh, just an assault."
"An assault?"
"Yeah."
I was surprised at his nonchallantness, frankly. "Well, that's comforting being as I live RIGHT OVER THERE."
He didn't respond. (I know, right?)
I went home, checked the news, checked the websites, found nothing. My mom always has the police/fire scanner on, yet she didn't call. She always calls if something is happening anywhere near us.
So, I thought maybe road rage or a DUI gone wrong or something.
No, no, no, big fat No.
Awhile later Twitter pops up with "Woman with slashed throat stumbles out of woods."
What
The
Eff
So now I begin to really search the interwebs. Did I think to go next door to ask the parents? No. But more on that in a minute. (because surely they would mention it if something happened)
Finally, hours later, this is posted:
BELLINGHAM, Wash. (AP) - Authorities say a blood-soaked woman who walked out of woods south of Bellingham was rushed to a hospital with life-threatening injuries.
The Bellingham Herald says Chief Dave Ralston of South Whatcom Fire Authority reported the woman emerged shortly after noon Friday. The newspaper says her throat was slashed.
The woman was not immediately identified.
Whatcom County sheriff's Sgt. Scott Huso says Skagit County law enforcement has taken the lead in the investigation because it appears the crime scene is in that county.
Additional details were not immediately available.
Uggghhhh. Not comforting. Even Kevin was a little uncomfortable with this whole situation. He didn't get home until 6:00 pm and worked from 6:00 am - 3:00 pm on Saturday. So, here I was home alone. Fun!
That night I bought dinner at the local tavern and while I was waiting, I thought "Who would better have gossip than the local bar?" so I asked. But they didn't know anything more than I did. The same at the coffee stand the next morning.
Sadly, there were comments that it has been a few years since there's been a killing here.
Finally at about noon on Saturday this was released:
MOUNT VERNON, Wash. - Authorities have arrested a 30-year-old Burlington man hours after a blood-soaked woman walked out of woods south of Bellingham with her throat cut.
Skagit County Undersheriff Tom Molitor says the suspect, who was in a domestic relationship with the victim, was arrested Saturday in Eastern Washington. The man will be transferred to Skagit County either Saturday or Sunday.
Molitor says the 20-year-old victim crawled from a wooded area along Nulle Road near the Whatcom-Skagit County line where she had been assaulted and left for dead. A citizen called after noon Friday to report finding her.
The woman was rushed to St. Joseph's Hospital in Bellingham where she is expected to recover. Molitor says she suffered severe cuts to her throat and substantial blood loss. She has not been able to talk to investigators.
The names of the victim and suspect have not been released.
Molitor said it is believed the suspect acted alone and there is no further danger to the public.
Isn't that just perfectly awful?
At least they caught him. Hopefully she lives and fully recovers.
When Kevin got home from work on Saturday, the family had left for a family wedding so we didn't talk to any of them until Sunday. (super unusual) So it was only then that we got to hear that there were officers, deputies, dogs, and helicopters SEARCHING OUR PROPERTY.
I think we have to have a talk about what warrants a telephone call to your kids.
Because this seems like it should be in that category.
That's what's going on here. How was your weekend?
WTF.
I had to actually stop for a Sheriff car to move so I put my window down and asked the nearest deputy what had happened.
"Oh, just an assault."
"An assault?"
"Yeah."
I was surprised at his nonchallantness, frankly. "Well, that's comforting being as I live RIGHT OVER THERE."
He didn't respond. (I know, right?)
I went home, checked the news, checked the websites, found nothing. My mom always has the police/fire scanner on, yet she didn't call. She always calls if something is happening anywhere near us.
So, I thought maybe road rage or a DUI gone wrong or something.
No, no, no, big fat No.
Awhile later Twitter pops up with "Woman with slashed throat stumbles out of woods."
What
The
Eff
So now I begin to really search the interwebs. Did I think to go next door to ask the parents? No. But more on that in a minute. (because surely they would mention it if something happened)
Finally, hours later, this is posted:
BELLINGHAM, Wash. (AP) - Authorities say a blood-soaked woman who walked out of woods south of Bellingham was rushed to a hospital with life-threatening injuries.
The Bellingham Herald says Chief Dave Ralston of South Whatcom Fire Authority reported the woman emerged shortly after noon Friday. The newspaper says her throat was slashed.
The woman was not immediately identified.
Whatcom County sheriff's Sgt. Scott Huso says Skagit County law enforcement has taken the lead in the investigation because it appears the crime scene is in that county.
Additional details were not immediately available.
Uggghhhh. Not comforting. Even Kevin was a little uncomfortable with this whole situation. He didn't get home until 6:00 pm and worked from 6:00 am - 3:00 pm on Saturday. So, here I was home alone. Fun!
That night I bought dinner at the local tavern and while I was waiting, I thought "Who would better have gossip than the local bar?" so I asked. But they didn't know anything more than I did. The same at the coffee stand the next morning.
Sadly, there were comments that it has been a few years since there's been a killing here.
Finally at about noon on Saturday this was released:
MOUNT VERNON, Wash. - Authorities have arrested a 30-year-old Burlington man hours after a blood-soaked woman walked out of woods south of Bellingham with her throat cut.
Skagit County Undersheriff Tom Molitor says the suspect, who was in a domestic relationship with the victim, was arrested Saturday in Eastern Washington. The man will be transferred to Skagit County either Saturday or Sunday.
Molitor says the 20-year-old victim crawled from a wooded area along Nulle Road near the Whatcom-Skagit County line where she had been assaulted and left for dead. A citizen called after noon Friday to report finding her.
The woman was rushed to St. Joseph's Hospital in Bellingham where she is expected to recover. Molitor says she suffered severe cuts to her throat and substantial blood loss. She has not been able to talk to investigators.
The names of the victim and suspect have not been released.
Molitor said it is believed the suspect acted alone and there is no further danger to the public.
Isn't that just perfectly awful?
At least they caught him. Hopefully she lives and fully recovers.
When Kevin got home from work on Saturday, the family had left for a family wedding so we didn't talk to any of them until Sunday. (super unusual) So it was only then that we got to hear that there were officers, deputies, dogs, and helicopters SEARCHING OUR PROPERTY.
I think we have to have a talk about what warrants a telephone call to your kids.
Because this seems like it should be in that category.
That's what's going on here. How was your weekend?
07 October 2012
Things I Love Right Now
Things I love right now..to offset my grouchy Andy Rooney post.
Ranch Doritos...my love for this is forever and unending.
Long Island Medium...even if you don't believe in what she does, she seems like a lovely person.
Fall decorations
Not so much Halloween decorations, except for when they startle Kevin in the store and he nearly punched it right the hell out. Then I love that Halloween decoration
The fact that Kevin is trying to fix the yard but is also trying to accommodate the dog's love of lying in the sun, in that exact spot.
Warm vanilla sugar scented lotion
Thirty-ish more days until we go to Vegas
Fleece
Twitter, when something like eliminating Big Bird happens.
Scandal on ABC. So.Good. Makes me miss West Wing.
There, that should offset the grumpiness I put out into the universe earlier.
Ranch Doritos...my love for this is forever and unending.
Long Island Medium...even if you don't believe in what she does, she seems like a lovely person.
Fall decorations
Not so much Halloween decorations, except for when they startle Kevin in the store and he nearly punched it right the hell out. Then I love that Halloween decoration
The fact that Kevin is trying to fix the yard but is also trying to accommodate the dog's love of lying in the sun, in that exact spot.
Warm vanilla sugar scented lotion
Thirty-ish more days until we go to Vegas
Fleece
Twitter, when something like eliminating Big Bird happens.
Scandal on ABC. So.Good. Makes me miss West Wing.
There, that should offset the grumpiness I put out into the universe earlier.
Andy Rooney Post
Things that are bugging me right now.
The "Meebo" bar that certain websites have that takes up the bottom part of the screen. I actually think "eff off, Meebo" every time i click to reduce it. This cannot be the customer satisfaction that Meebo or user websites are going for.
Jessica Simpson. There really is no need for explanation beyond her name.
"How I lost 30 Pounds!!!" This is called the Divorce Diet. Most of us have tried it, shut up. (see: most recent People magazine)
Un-attentive drivers. Put down your cell phone (hey, did you know it's illegal, like, everywhere?) your food, your cigarette. Getting on the the freeway at 45 mph tells me you have no will to live nor care if I do.
Clothing sizes. Can't they just be universal? They are supposed to be but they're so not. Not. Even. Also, the fact that the national average size of women's clothing is considered plus size in some stores just irks me. This does not apply to men's clothing. WTH.
That CMT seems to see it as their sole mission to make Americans from the South look as stupid as possible. Not everyone from the South is "redneck" just like every person that is African American is a thug.
I'm seriously tired of the glorification of bad behavior in everything. Breaking Bad, Dexter, Sons of Anarchy, Jersey Shore, Honey Boo Boo, Real Housewives. It's no surprise that we feel like the world is going to Hell when this is all we see in television and magazines. Surely there has to be some good stuff going on out there that we can watch instead.
And don't get me started on the whole zombies and vampires thing.
Facebook during elections. I am always so disappointed when I see people I know post idiotic memes and statements on their pages. I don't mind differing opinions but I do very much mind uneducated and judging opinions.
Now I need to do a Things that Make Me Happy post to offset this crankiness.
The "Meebo" bar that certain websites have that takes up the bottom part of the screen. I actually think "eff off, Meebo" every time i click to reduce it. This cannot be the customer satisfaction that Meebo or user websites are going for.
Jessica Simpson. There really is no need for explanation beyond her name.
"How I lost 30 Pounds!!!" This is called the Divorce Diet. Most of us have tried it, shut up. (see: most recent People magazine)
Un-attentive drivers. Put down your cell phone (hey, did you know it's illegal, like, everywhere?) your food, your cigarette. Getting on the the freeway at 45 mph tells me you have no will to live nor care if I do.
Clothing sizes. Can't they just be universal? They are supposed to be but they're so not. Not. Even. Also, the fact that the national average size of women's clothing is considered plus size in some stores just irks me. This does not apply to men's clothing. WTH.
That CMT seems to see it as their sole mission to make Americans from the South look as stupid as possible. Not everyone from the South is "redneck" just like every person that is African American is a thug.
I'm seriously tired of the glorification of bad behavior in everything. Breaking Bad, Dexter, Sons of Anarchy, Jersey Shore, Honey Boo Boo, Real Housewives. It's no surprise that we feel like the world is going to Hell when this is all we see in television and magazines. Surely there has to be some good stuff going on out there that we can watch instead.
And don't get me started on the whole zombies and vampires thing.
Facebook during elections. I am always so disappointed when I see people I know post idiotic memes and statements on their pages. I don't mind differing opinions but I do very much mind uneducated and judging opinions.
Now I need to do a Things that Make Me Happy post to offset this crankiness.
03 October 2012
Happy Birthday to You
I am terrible at remembering birthdays. I try, I really do. I've written lists, notated on calendars, and set up electronic reminders. Still, I fail occasionally.
But there are some birthdays that are on my hard drive. I will probably never forget them. My parents birthdays, siblings, Kevins, for instance.
Every once in a while, a birthday comes along of a person that I'm no longer in contact with. Former friends, ex-boyfriends (or husbands...although his is on Valentine's Day so it's kind of difficult to ignore) You know who I'm talking about, we all have these people.
I wonder what to do on these birthdays. Not acknowledge them is usually what I do. Or perhaps send a wish out into the universe. A card doesn't seem right and certainly not a call. These are people that have fallen out of our lives for a reason, after all.
But it's still their birthday.
This is where I enjoy the facebook, the twitter, and the texting. It's a way to send a quiet little wave of acknowledgement without disrupting everyone's lives.
Because even though we're not in each others lives, for whatever reason, it's still their birthday. Chances are we shared birthday memories at one point in our lives together. Happy memories. It feels wrong to let the day pass without acknowledgement of some kind.
But there are some birthdays that are on my hard drive. I will probably never forget them. My parents birthdays, siblings, Kevins, for instance.
Every once in a while, a birthday comes along of a person that I'm no longer in contact with. Former friends, ex-boyfriends (or husbands...although his is on Valentine's Day so it's kind of difficult to ignore) You know who I'm talking about, we all have these people.
I wonder what to do on these birthdays. Not acknowledge them is usually what I do. Or perhaps send a wish out into the universe. A card doesn't seem right and certainly not a call. These are people that have fallen out of our lives for a reason, after all.
But it's still their birthday.
This is where I enjoy the facebook, the twitter, and the texting. It's a way to send a quiet little wave of acknowledgement without disrupting everyone's lives.
Because even though we're not in each others lives, for whatever reason, it's still their birthday. Chances are we shared birthday memories at one point in our lives together. Happy memories. It feels wrong to let the day pass without acknowledgement of some kind.
30 September 2012
Cleaning Closets
It was barely Spring when I threw myself down the stairs and now it's Fall. I've missed two seasons and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to enjoy much of Fall. It's all a little strange, as if 2012 hasn't existed for me.
Anyway.
Although we haven't had measurable rain for months and don't see any in the near future, the temperatures have dropped enough that t-shirts aren't warm enough anymore. To be honest, I've been cold since the surgery, what is that about? I just can't get warm, which is weird in August.
Again, anyway.
For years, I didn't switch clothes seasonally. Our closet is different than in our old house. Our old house had plenty of space but the new closet started getting crowded. So I tried it and I liked it. There was more space and it was a strange Christmas-like feeling when it was time to bring out the next seasons clothes.
This year, in the Spring, Kevin had to help move things, much to his displeasure. Guys are lucky that this whole process doesn't apply to them. So, I had clothes stuffed into a suitcase. I was unsure what fit or didn't fit because of weight loss, etc. I didn't get the chance to cull through my stuff before putting it away.
I spent most of today with my clothing on my bed. I sorted through all of it, tried on a few things, and started to separate the clothing by seasons. It occurred to me that this time and Every Year I realize, after the fact, that I need summer clothes for our trip to Vegas.
I culled through everything one more time then decided to stuff all - regardless of season - into the closet. It's not as over-stuffed as I imagined it might be. I still feel like I need to go through it again over the next month. I'm sure there are items that I kept for reasons unknown.
I also need to do the second cull of my shoes. I honestly think I'm going to be a sneakers only girl from here on but I just can't let go of my shoes just yet. Perhaps after the year anniversary I will do it. Yeah, that's it. (she said while shaking her head & crossing her fingers)
Nearly all of my track pants have been banished. I just can't wear them anymore. I only kept two pairs. Also, I've managed to collect approximately one million pairs of socks. (Oh, I cleaned out the dresser too.)
I feel a little more connected to the world now. I'm all caught up, my clothing is organized, I feel ready for the cold weather and for our trip. It's almost like when someone has memory loss and they go through all their things to try to remember.
Anyway.
Although we haven't had measurable rain for months and don't see any in the near future, the temperatures have dropped enough that t-shirts aren't warm enough anymore. To be honest, I've been cold since the surgery, what is that about? I just can't get warm, which is weird in August.
Again, anyway.
For years, I didn't switch clothes seasonally. Our closet is different than in our old house. Our old house had plenty of space but the new closet started getting crowded. So I tried it and I liked it. There was more space and it was a strange Christmas-like feeling when it was time to bring out the next seasons clothes.
This year, in the Spring, Kevin had to help move things, much to his displeasure. Guys are lucky that this whole process doesn't apply to them. So, I had clothes stuffed into a suitcase. I was unsure what fit or didn't fit because of weight loss, etc. I didn't get the chance to cull through my stuff before putting it away.
I spent most of today with my clothing on my bed. I sorted through all of it, tried on a few things, and started to separate the clothing by seasons. It occurred to me that this time and Every Year I realize, after the fact, that I need summer clothes for our trip to Vegas.
I culled through everything one more time then decided to stuff all - regardless of season - into the closet. It's not as over-stuffed as I imagined it might be. I still feel like I need to go through it again over the next month. I'm sure there are items that I kept for reasons unknown.
I also need to do the second cull of my shoes. I honestly think I'm going to be a sneakers only girl from here on but I just can't let go of my shoes just yet. Perhaps after the year anniversary I will do it. Yeah, that's it. (she said while shaking her head & crossing her fingers)
Nearly all of my track pants have been banished. I just can't wear them anymore. I only kept two pairs. Also, I've managed to collect approximately one million pairs of socks. (Oh, I cleaned out the dresser too.)
I feel a little more connected to the world now. I'm all caught up, my clothing is organized, I feel ready for the cold weather and for our trip. It's almost like when someone has memory loss and they go through all their things to try to remember.
27 September 2012
The Trouble with Purple Glasses
There really isn't one, really.
Except if you're me.
Now I feel compelled to wear purple a lot.
Luckily, I have plenty of purple to match my glasses. But not always.
Then I compromise with black or navy blue.
Maybe I need to order another pair in a different color. Or I can just get over it.
Yeah, probably not.
Did I mention I have a new cell phone cover? Guess what color?
23 September 2012
A Bridesmaid
Our racing season is finished, it was a short one due to the late start of summer here in the Pacific Northwest. We are also already getting ready for next year. We shut down early to sell the engine and build another one.
It wasn't a bad season, even with the cane and braces. Kevin runner-upped so that's good. Our friend Scotty (the one that had the little bout with cancer) won his first ever race and our friend Henry won the other races so that's all good.
Kevin runner-upped every race so he was the bridesmaid all season.
As always, our friend Paul got some very cool shots of us.
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| That's me in front of the car. A trust exercise that happens at 25 mpg. |
It's important that Kevin is sitting squared when he begins. It's equally important that he's "in the groove", which is exactly what it sounds like. What I am doing in the picture is ensuring that the burnout (the smoke from the tires) is exactly right. As he pulls out of the smoke is when we make sure he is square and in the groove.
That's the trust part as he's headed toward us at a good rate of speed.
To put it in perspective, in a quarter-mile length, he goes 154 mph and it takes him 8.75 seconds from beginning to end. He travels sixty feet in 1.25 seconds.
This is all car-nerd stuff, I realize.
I never think of what can go wrong. I usually get nervous that I am going to do the job correctly. The pressure is always on me, never on Kevin.
I've only been truly nervous once before and it was at Las Vegas Motor Speedway, when we raced with the big boys in 2009. I could have easily hurled in the staging lanes.
I never, ever pay attention to the crowd. Except for one time. The one time that there was a delay and John the announcer mentioned the spectators and I was DUMB enough to look up at the stands. Dumb, dumb, dumb move. Our friend Paul took a picture of the stands at the last race.
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| This is a portion of the crowd. There are longer stands on the other side. Yeah. |
20 September 2012
Micro-Chipped
Now that I'm through it, I can tell you a story. I mentioned that I was going through some health stuff last week and here's the thing.
I have benign masses in both breasts. A week ago, I just had one mass but after having a physical and a mammogram, it was discovered that I have two. Strangely it is the mirror opposite of the original one. My OCD is very pleased. The doctor even mentioned that I had a matching set. (doctor's have such black humor, I enjoy it so much)
Also, the physical exam did not pick it up. Kevin didn't notice it. (he found the first one) The mammogram did. So, to anyone that is scared to get one done: buck up and do it because it's more important than your fear of "what-if".
AND what started this whole adventure was BFF C had a year-long task list challenge that she issued to us, which included all the self-care stuff. I skipped last year's mammogram (I don't even know why, really) so it felt a little serendipitous.
Oh, and here's what I did: I chose a day and booked everything I could into one morning. I went to the dentist, chiropractor, physical, and eye doctor all in one day. If I could have gotten the mammogram on the same day, I totally would but just couldn't pull it off.
I now challenge all y'all to get this done. Go get all your self-care appointments taken care of.
Anyway.
I had the mammogram done and really had no reservations about it at all. So when they called and said I had a new mass in the other breast, I swirled the drain a little bit. I mean, because really, I've had such a fantastic year. *sarcasm*
So the next day I had more scans and an ultrasound. I waited for the results in the exam room, hoping that the radiologist would say "Yeah, it's the same as the other, no worries."
Not so much. I had to schedule a biopsy. *really bad words*
This is where I was conflicted. Do I tell friends & family now or later? Do I worry them needlessly or give them a heads-up that bad things are possibly abreast. (see what I did there?)
This what we decided: we kept it on the down low with the family because with Kevin's mom's health, no need to ring that bell until we Had To. Luckily, we didn't.
With my friends, I told just my two BFF's because it felt wrong to be withholding.
Even then, I felt horrible burdening them with a "This might be happening" thing.
I went in for the biopsy by myself. I know, I know, that's against all recommendations but I would rather just deal with this sh*t by myself, at first. I didn't think it was prudent to disrupt everyone else's day when if the results were bad, I would so be disrupting everyone else's lives.
So, getting the biopsy was very much like getting your ears pierced but with much more insecurity and vulnerability. Even the "gun" that takes the samples sounds like an earring gun. It took about thirty minutes and off-you-go. It's a two day wait for results.
I was fairly certain that it was just a benign mass at this point and the doctor that did the procedure was as well. It was nice that she said so instead of the afraid-of-being-sued one often gets from people.
But here's the weird part:
I'm micro-chipped. Well, not electronically but chipped all the same. I have a tiny, cancer ribbon shaped, titanium chip next to the mass so that future scans and medical personnel will know that the mass has been diagnosed. So weird.
I've tried to find a picture but searching for anything that contains the words "breast" or "implants" is futile unless you're male or lesbian.
Two days went by and would you believe that I MISSED THE CALL? I was at work and absentmindedly put my phone in my sweatshirt pocket for like a minute and they called.
I was actually relieved when I saw that they left a voicemail because then I could listen to the results without the pressure of having someone on the other line. The message was totally cheery and she even said "I'm calling with good news" which I thought was very kind.
I called Kevin, then emailed & texted the BFF's and did a little relieved happy dance. Dance along with me, won't you?
What have we learned?
1) Get your mammogram
2) Get your mammogram
3) Don't make me say it again
I have benign masses in both breasts. A week ago, I just had one mass but after having a physical and a mammogram, it was discovered that I have two. Strangely it is the mirror opposite of the original one. My OCD is very pleased. The doctor even mentioned that I had a matching set. (doctor's have such black humor, I enjoy it so much)
Also, the physical exam did not pick it up. Kevin didn't notice it. (he found the first one) The mammogram did. So, to anyone that is scared to get one done: buck up and do it because it's more important than your fear of "what-if".
AND what started this whole adventure was BFF C had a year-long task list challenge that she issued to us, which included all the self-care stuff. I skipped last year's mammogram (I don't even know why, really) so it felt a little serendipitous.
Oh, and here's what I did: I chose a day and booked everything I could into one morning. I went to the dentist, chiropractor, physical, and eye doctor all in one day. If I could have gotten the mammogram on the same day, I totally would but just couldn't pull it off.
I now challenge all y'all to get this done. Go get all your self-care appointments taken care of.
Anyway.
I had the mammogram done and really had no reservations about it at all. So when they called and said I had a new mass in the other breast, I swirled the drain a little bit. I mean, because really, I've had such a fantastic year. *sarcasm*
So the next day I had more scans and an ultrasound. I waited for the results in the exam room, hoping that the radiologist would say "Yeah, it's the same as the other, no worries."
Not so much. I had to schedule a biopsy. *really bad words*
This is where I was conflicted. Do I tell friends & family now or later? Do I worry them needlessly or give them a heads-up that bad things are possibly abreast. (see what I did there?)
This what we decided: we kept it on the down low with the family because with Kevin's mom's health, no need to ring that bell until we Had To. Luckily, we didn't.
With my friends, I told just my two BFF's because it felt wrong to be withholding.
Even then, I felt horrible burdening them with a "This might be happening" thing.
I went in for the biopsy by myself. I know, I know, that's against all recommendations but I would rather just deal with this sh*t by myself, at first. I didn't think it was prudent to disrupt everyone else's day when if the results were bad, I would so be disrupting everyone else's lives.
So, getting the biopsy was very much like getting your ears pierced but with much more insecurity and vulnerability. Even the "gun" that takes the samples sounds like an earring gun. It took about thirty minutes and off-you-go. It's a two day wait for results.
I was fairly certain that it was just a benign mass at this point and the doctor that did the procedure was as well. It was nice that she said so instead of the afraid-of-being-sued one often gets from people.
But here's the weird part:
I'm micro-chipped. Well, not electronically but chipped all the same. I have a tiny, cancer ribbon shaped, titanium chip next to the mass so that future scans and medical personnel will know that the mass has been diagnosed. So weird.
I've tried to find a picture but searching for anything that contains the words "breast" or "implants" is futile unless you're male or lesbian.
Two days went by and would you believe that I MISSED THE CALL? I was at work and absentmindedly put my phone in my sweatshirt pocket for like a minute and they called.
I was actually relieved when I saw that they left a voicemail because then I could listen to the results without the pressure of having someone on the other line. The message was totally cheery and she even said "I'm calling with good news" which I thought was very kind.
I called Kevin, then emailed & texted the BFF's and did a little relieved happy dance. Dance along with me, won't you?
What have we learned?
1) Get your mammogram
2) Get your mammogram
3) Don't make me say it again
18 September 2012
A Job Interview with Worldly Consequences
I'm starting to look at elections like job interviews.
At an interview, at first, you're all powered up and ready for anything. "Oh you need me to make coffee while answering the phone and completing tune-ups in the motorpool while I come up with the perfect ad campaign for adult diapers? SURE. Totally can do that."
When, in fact, Not Even.
Then the second interview you are perhaps not as formal, a little more relaxed. You let a little more of YOU peek through.
Of course, you still answer the questions in a positive, perfect world sort of way: "How would you handle *this* situation?" You give your very best answer, when in reality, you might handle it differently but OMG you want the job SO badly so you'll answer "perfectly" instead of "realistically".
Or, you answer based on your own set of experiences but then learn that it's not at all like you imagined once you're in the actual job.
This is why I usually focus on a persons characterstics and personality during interviews. Sure, their job history & skills are to be considered. To me, I am more worried about factors in the person's ability in the job they are getting Now, not the job they had. (not to ignore warning flags, for sure)
They can learn job skills, they can't necessarily learn people skills. You can have all the education and experience available, but if you're a d*ck, then it all comes to a halt. Dickishness cannot be unlearned.
So, while we wade through the last 45 days of the campaign, let's look at it like a job interview. Let's see if that makes it any more tolerable.
At an interview, at first, you're all powered up and ready for anything. "Oh you need me to make coffee while answering the phone and completing tune-ups in the motorpool while I come up with the perfect ad campaign for adult diapers? SURE. Totally can do that."
When, in fact, Not Even.
Then the second interview you are perhaps not as formal, a little more relaxed. You let a little more of YOU peek through.
Of course, you still answer the questions in a positive, perfect world sort of way: "How would you handle *this* situation?" You give your very best answer, when in reality, you might handle it differently but OMG you want the job SO badly so you'll answer "perfectly" instead of "realistically".
Or, you answer based on your own set of experiences but then learn that it's not at all like you imagined once you're in the actual job.
This is why I usually focus on a persons characterstics and personality during interviews. Sure, their job history & skills are to be considered. To me, I am more worried about factors in the person's ability in the job they are getting Now, not the job they had. (not to ignore warning flags, for sure)
They can learn job skills, they can't necessarily learn people skills. You can have all the education and experience available, but if you're a d*ck, then it all comes to a halt. Dickishness cannot be unlearned.
So, while we wade through the last 45 days of the campaign, let's look at it like a job interview. Let's see if that makes it any more tolerable.
17 September 2012
DIAMONDS!!!!
The title of this post is from a commercial that airs in Western Washington. It's for "the JEWELRY Exchange In RENTON." It's one of the yelliest commercials out there. Oh wait, it's a national company, according to the interwebs. Here, but turn your speakers down because OMG DIAMONDS:
(yes, I realize I have way too much time on my hands)
I bet you're wondering WTH is my point , huh?
Is it just me or does the sentimentality of getting wedding rings been reduced to a business transaction? There are terms and requirements: X amount of the man's salary, cut-color-clarity, settings, and negotiations are done prior to the engagement.
I just don't get it. It seems gone are the days of giving Grandma's ring or letting the man choose one so there is a surprise element. (we, as a people, are going to have to figure out how to address gender in marriage, with the approval of gay marriages. It seems like it will be more personalized than "groom" and "bride" That's kind of fun to think about.)
Anyway, I wonder if that why all these grand gesture engagements are happening lately. The girl already knows he's going to ask and what he's going to give her.
I understand, it's possible that a ring that isn't to someone's taste could be given or that they hated his grandma or whatever. But most times, I think it's unlikely. I also acknowledge that not every relationship is designed that way.
And are rings not gold anymore? All is see is the platinum settings now. I think they're lovely but my preference is gold. *shrug*
In case you're wondering, Kevin chose my ring. I was there but he chose it. (second marriage for the both of us) I also wear a plain band & his band with it.
I guess I'm getting old and just not understanding "kids these days." What do you think? What rings do you wear? How did you choose?
(yes, I realize I have way too much time on my hands)
I bet you're wondering WTH is my point , huh?
Is it just me or does the sentimentality of getting wedding rings been reduced to a business transaction? There are terms and requirements: X amount of the man's salary, cut-color-clarity, settings, and negotiations are done prior to the engagement.
I just don't get it. It seems gone are the days of giving Grandma's ring or letting the man choose one so there is a surprise element. (we, as a people, are going to have to figure out how to address gender in marriage, with the approval of gay marriages. It seems like it will be more personalized than "groom" and "bride" That's kind of fun to think about.)
Anyway, I wonder if that why all these grand gesture engagements are happening lately. The girl already knows he's going to ask and what he's going to give her.
I understand, it's possible that a ring that isn't to someone's taste could be given or that they hated his grandma or whatever. But most times, I think it's unlikely. I also acknowledge that not every relationship is designed that way.
And are rings not gold anymore? All is see is the platinum settings now. I think they're lovely but my preference is gold. *shrug*
In case you're wondering, Kevin chose my ring. I was there but he chose it. (second marriage for the both of us) I also wear a plain band & his band with it.
I guess I'm getting old and just not understanding "kids these days." What do you think? What rings do you wear? How did you choose?
16 September 2012
Spoiler Alert
I don't enjoy previews or spoiler alerts or anything that might tip me off to what is going to happen in the next episode or season. It makes reading magazines and the interwebs tricky right about now. I do a lot of skimming and fast forwarding.
First off, previews are misleading many times and I hate that. There's nothing like getting interested in or excited by something only to have it not come to fruition during the next episode.
It just seems like it takes some of the fun out of watching. I enjoy being surprised by plotlines. To me it's like when a friend says they have something to tell you about that's So Exciting and they build it up then it's rarely as exciting as you have imagined.
If a show is good, there shouldn't be a need for previews. I'm already looking forward to watching it next week. I don't need to be teased into watching again by misleading clips.
I am skeptical about reviews as well. I pay mild attention to them and don't read them at all if the critic has the tendency to describe to plot in great detail. If I read their type of review, I no longer need to read the book that I used to be excited about.
Kevin enjoys previews. He's genuinely disappointed if the dvr cuts them off. So we're a mixed marriage.
Do you like previews? or would you rather just watch the story unfold on it's own?
First off, previews are misleading many times and I hate that. There's nothing like getting interested in or excited by something only to have it not come to fruition during the next episode.
It just seems like it takes some of the fun out of watching. I enjoy being surprised by plotlines. To me it's like when a friend says they have something to tell you about that's So Exciting and they build it up then it's rarely as exciting as you have imagined.
If a show is good, there shouldn't be a need for previews. I'm already looking forward to watching it next week. I don't need to be teased into watching again by misleading clips.
I am skeptical about reviews as well. I pay mild attention to them and don't read them at all if the critic has the tendency to describe to plot in great detail. If I read their type of review, I no longer need to read the book that I used to be excited about.
Kevin enjoys previews. He's genuinely disappointed if the dvr cuts them off. So we're a mixed marriage.
Do you like previews? or would you rather just watch the story unfold on it's own?
13 September 2012
Snazzy New Glasses
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| Photo by Kevin. Believe it or not, this is the best out of four. I think I'm saying "Just take the picture, I'm already over it." |
The site has some truly funky frames but they also have some trendy, cute, cool ones too. You can build a wishlist and even upload a picture to see how they would look. This is recommended because mine are a little big for my head. But they are super comfortable so I don't care.
You need your prescription and maybe need to measure your pupil distance, which is easy and they provide instructions. It will save your prescription so you can order more later when you want. (impulse buying!)
I am really rough on wire frames so the plastic ones are like heaven to me. I am going to order a second pair just because I CAN, it's so inexpensive. There is a Burberry patterned pair that I think are cool but I'M not cool enough to pull them off. I considered red frames but it conjures images of Sally Jessy Raphael and I just can't do it. Maybe green ones instead.
There is a discount eyeglasses store here but it's kind of a You Get What You Pay For situation. The prescriptions have been "fine", not great, and the frames have been wonky. The eye doctor I see is absolutely lovely but the retail part is super expensive. This seemed to have solved the problem for me. Hooray!
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| screen grab from zennioptical.com |
12 September 2012
Like Jesus Does
(the title is not what you think)
We're having a rough week over here. Kevin's mom is having surgery on Friday, I've got some health stuff going on, plus just the normal living life stuff.
So I'm laying on the couch tonight and Kevin hands me his phone with the MP3 beginning to play. "This makes me think of you, every time I hear it." Then he goes to take a shower.
Best. guy. ever.
We're having a rough week over here. Kevin's mom is having surgery on Friday, I've got some health stuff going on, plus just the normal living life stuff.
So I'm laying on the couch tonight and Kevin hands me his phone with the MP3 beginning to play. "This makes me think of you, every time I hear it." Then he goes to take a shower.
Best. guy. ever.
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