Archive for the ‘As the stomach turns’ Category

Here’s the aftermath of CAL’s fall:

Owie! That looks like it hurts. And doesn’t even take into consideration the pain he surely has inside his mouth, what with completely knocking out one tooth and cracking two additional teeth. Gosh, that smarts just looking at it. Poor kid.

Neverless, let us try to find something positive in this situation: CAL has good skin and is clearly not in need of any fancy schmancy acne treatments. Hopefully that trend continues throughout his teenage years.

I had good skin as a teen, but my older brother did not. Of course, now that I’m in my thirties, my skin has been slightly less than perfect. So annoying.

I hope CAL heals quickly and with no scars.

wRitErsbLock

Post a Comment

I can’t imagine the stress my dad and Lukie must be feeling over the CAL situation (mentioned in the previous post). I think the stress of an injured child completely counteracts any positive effects garnered from the best wrinkle creams. I’m just a step-mom, and I know how stressed out I get worrying about my kid’s health and safety. How much moreso when it’s your flesh and blood suddenly injured, with an ambiguous cause.

I’m be sending so many happy thoughts in CAL’s direction.

Scary stuff, that.

wRitErsbLock

Comments (1)

My little brother is 13. Inexplicably, he passed out last night at youth group while walking across the parking lot and fell, landing on his face. He remembers walking one moment and then waking up on the ground with his face hurting.

One tooth came out whole and was shoved back in by an emergency dentist.
The two front teeth are loose. Maybe cracked?
Only time will tell if the three teeth will survive.

CAL is in a lot of pain, as can be expected when one lands on their face.

My dad and Lukie do not have insurance.

I’m certain they’re concerned not only about the dental issue, but that their son inexplicably passed out.

Please send happy thoughts to the northeast, or pray, or light a candle, or do whatever it is you do in times like these.

Thank you.

wRitErsbLock

Comments (2)

When my niece and nephew were here a few weeks ago, they went to Jetty Park over there near Cocoa Beach. It was their first ocean experience. They were fearless!

Ellie kept crawling toward the waves, and was not scared at all when the water splashed her face. Although I don’t think it tasted good!

wRitErsbLock

Post a Comment

Holy Toledo! My avatar says this morning’s run put me over 600 miles since I first began tracking my runs back after Christmas 2006. That’s a lot of miles. And the majority of those have been run since August 2008. Go me!

This morning was the first time I got up at the crack of why-am-I-doing-this, and as I ran in 80 degree heat even though it was only 5a and the sun was not up, I started thinking about my motivation. When I was working with Team in Training, my motivation was partly my team keeping me on task, partly those of you who donated to that worthy charity keeping me on task, and a lot of thinking about people fighting cancer who could not refuse chemo that day just because they didn’t want to. But since I’m training on my own, and I have a terrible time keeping myself motivated, I was trying to find a source of motivation. As I hit the two mile mark, and realized I didn’t get up early enough to get in 45 minutes, and would be settling for slightly less than 40 minutes, I thought to myself, “wouldn’t it be nice if someone ran in front of me dangling somthing like certified diamonds or a strong martini? That would give me a visual goal to chase!” Yes, I get silly when I’m running in the Florida heat.

Anyway, my motivation, for now, will be knowing that my mom is training, too, up in Nashville. And knowing that she’s calling me daily to ask how my training is going, and to share how hers is going.

I am so proud of her! She is 60 years old and training for a half marathon, having never been a runner in her life. Because I asked her to do this with me. Go mom! My mom did three miles yesterday morning in somewhere around 50 minutes. I am so proud! Truly, I am.

She and I will be a great team!

wRitErsbLock

Post a Comment

My older brother, SIL, and nephew and niece arrived around 445p today. Since then, I have very much enjoyed family time. So if you’re looking for eczema pictures, I’m sorry, but you’re in the wrong place. However, if you’re looking for pictures of my adorable niece and nephew, this is the place!

When my nephew heard we have a bunny, he packed all of their carrots to bring down. I’m pleased Peanut was willing to munch the carrot out of his hands.

My niece took her time warming up to me.

I set up RTY’s old tent for my nephew to sleep in. You can plainly see he hates it.

You can imagine there are plenty more pictures, but I don’t want to over load you with cute kids tonight. Tomorrow, we’re doing Disney.

wRitErsbLock

Comments (2)

In fifteen days, there is a 95% probability that I’ll finally get to meet my niece. My older brother is threatening planning to drive down for a weekend with the wife and kids.

I am so stinking excited!

I miss my nephew, obviously. And it has been so frustrating to know my niece exists and we’ve only met via video chat.

Speaking of Jason, he has recently started a cigar blog. Now, I’m not a smoker, and I know nothing about cigars, but apparently there is a ton of info about them. Jason writes about cigars the way I talk about wine. Who knew there was a flavour profile for cigars? I read each entry, and enjoy them. I’m not just telling you to shamelessly pimp him out. I truly think his cigar blog is an interesting read. And I’m looking forward to him bringing some of his favorites with him so I can try them with him while they’re in town.

I particularly hope he brings the Cain Maduro torpedo (654) of which he wrote yesterday. He said it’s like baking bread. I love bread.

I’m also intrigued by the Arturo Fuente Hemingway Classic, with its notes of currant and coffee. I imagine it would pair well with a beer I have recently come to really enjoy, the Sam Adams Black Lager.

It never occurred to me that the flavor of your cigar would be influenced by what you’re eating and drinking. Although, it makes sense, since people try to match the perfect libation with their dinner. And beer school taught me how something as simple as a square of chocolate could dramatically influence the taste of a beer.

Jason, let me know what you’re bringing for us to smoke, and I’ll try to find the right wines to pair with them. Combine your passion with my alcoholism!

wRitErsbLock

Comments (1)

We got up before seven and were on the road by eight to get to Tampa for our nephew-type-person’s bar mitzvah. That meant for the first time since my cousin’s 2004 wedding, sherlock had to get dressed up.

Funny thing about ties: if you haven’t worn one in six years, it takes a minute or ten to remember how to tie one! We all gave it a go.

But in the end, the tie was successfully tied, and pictures were forced upon those who were disinclined to be photographed.

My camera inexplicably turns my Colombian family yellow in indoor shots. I don’t have photoshop on this machine, so I can’t fix the hues right now.

Dang, no fully body shot, so you can’t appreciate the shoes that killed my feet.

After the service, two hummer limos pulled up to take the kids to the party. Must be nice! I’ve never ridden in a hummer limo.

Three cousins in a hummer

Arriving at the reception

dancing queen

They had these giant, inflatable gerbil wheels and were conducting races for the kids. But the MC kept saying adults could race too, as the wheels would hold up to 250 pounds. I kept looking over to RTY. She looked like she wanted to take her turn, but is at that age where she’s just too cool for such fun nonsense. So, I went over and suggested she and I race. That’s me in the wheel in the foreground, and RTY in the rear.

She won. That was exhausting. And fun!

My niece worships RTY. RTY is at that age where she doesn’t always appreciate having a six year old glomming onto her all the time.

Oh, more yellow. Stupid camera.

Proud parents. But I managed to get no pictures at all of the bar mitzvah boy.

Later, they had mini bike races. Sherlock and I were two of only four adults that embraced the silliness. And… I won!

My husband, his sister/cousin, and his aunt.

Over at the kids tables, RTY caught a boy’s eye. He seemed quite smitten.

Cheesecake!

They exchanged phone numbers. I’m all in favor of a long-distance relationship. You can’t get pregnant if you never see each other.

Her mom forced her to wear purple dress shoes. She wore them an hour before swapping for combat boots!

D&J threw one heck of a party.

wRitErsbLock

Comments (4)

After yesterday’s post, I was very selective in my iPod music choice. I listened to songs that pick me up. Which means it was a heavy Styx and Rush kind of day, that made me realize how little Rush I have on my iPod.

Add in a little retail therapy (it’s only therapy when you end up finding a pink dress you adore and feel attractive in, the rest of the trying on clothes time is not at all a pick me up), and some much-appreciate alcohol, and today I’m feeling much closer to normal.

That may be enhanced by it being Friday.

Still have tomorrow’s event hanging over my head, but at least I’ll be wearing a gorgeous pink dress to help combat the negative energy that radiates off that bitch in my direction.

wRitErsbLock

Post a Comment

Did someone slip late September into early June somehow? I have crashed. Hard. Completely out of season. And I don’t know how to fix it.

I’m sad.

Really fucking sad.

Crying myself to sleep sad.

Crying while driving sad.

Crying while reading blog posts about happy things sad.

It sucks.

I am not enjoying it.

I can’t figure out how to fix it.

This morning:
He: What’s the matter, you seem really down.
Me: I’m down.
He: You wanna talk about it?
Me: Nope.
He: I have my degree in psychology.
Me: I’m aware.

(and that’s why I had to delete you as my facebook friend, as I’d come into work and you’d fucking psychoanalyze my over night status updates)

I need to fix this. This is the wrong season. And if I have to deal with this nonsense now, and wear myself out now, how the hell will I get through the autumn?

I don’t need you psychoanalyzing me, either. Comments closed.

wRitErsbLock

Post a Comment