I Had Intended To Post More ‘Bama Stories This Evening, But That Intention Was Foiled By A First-Time Ride On The Prescribed Narcotic Train
Currently riding the prescribed narcotic train because:
This afternoon I took it upon myself to (ungracefully, naturally) hurt my back today while WASHING MY HANDS at the sink. There I was, being a Germ! Warrior, and then all of a sudden it hurt to walk. Hurt to stand. Hurt to laugh at how ridiculous (it is that I hurt my back while washing my hands, yes! and also) that my back was behaving like it was 65 years old, rather than the not even 25 years of old it actually is.
After work today my momma saw the grimaces I was so diligently trying to hide, and watched me limping around her kitchen scouring for leftovers, and convinced me to take a muscle relaxer, and boy howdy! are they ever really working. And affecting my spelling and typing and word choice (did I just type “boy howdy?” Am I drunk?) and other basic motor skills.
So, thanks for being patient with my belated storytelling, and for no doubt laughing at me. If I were you, I would be laughing, too. In fact, I am laughing, right now. Because, hey, muscle relaxers. Really working.
Weekend Update, Leprechaun Edition
I haven’t run a 5k since 2005, when my sister and I signed up to “trot” a Race for the Cure in Portland and then on race day, about twenty minutes before we were set to briskly walk with the rest of the meanders, she asked if we could run. We have different memories of this day, but I remember knowing we would run even though we had said we were going to walk. I also remember that while she → Read more...
Things I’m Contemplating As I Enter This, My Superhero(ine) Phase
This post inspired by my friend and Patron Saint of Divorce Redemption.
We’ve all heard about the five (or seven) stages of grief, the designated personal places you must traipse within and for yourself to be able to stand tall on the other side of whatever loss you are suffering. Stages you need to fight your way through surviving, and really processing, to be able to find yourself again.
In my head I liken the five stages of divorce to a wily → Read more...
Do A Big Sister A Favor?
Today is babycarrot sister’s 26th! Day of Cake. Being that my sister happens to be (awesome, yes! and) one of my favorite people on the planet, I think instead of being here, you should go here, and read all about what made her day great. (Seeing as how we’re all very visual learners around these parts, I will tell you that there are most definitely pictures. Of cake, even!)
You could even wish her a happy! birthday. You know, if you → Read more...
My Heart Is A Nautical-Themed Pashmina Afghan
We interrupt copious amounts of Asia recapping this broadcast for a maritime digression of sorts.
You see, I’ve been a lover of the ocean, and of all things aquatic and nautical-inspired, ever since I can remember.
My love for sea-faring-everything might very well have been fostered during the myriad spring breaks spent exploring quaint coastal communities in and around Port Ludlow, Washington. Some of my fondest childhood memories spring forth from days spent poking my curious face into every trinket shop in → Read more...