If you could see my Spotify account you would be amazed at how many times I've listened to the Maroon 5 "Payphone" song.
A-mazed
I'm really tired.
The rain is trying to lull me to sleep...
Plus it was a big day... full of lots of events and thoughts and conversations...
And I looked really great this morning at church, and honestly, that can be pretty exhausting.
*L* yeah I did just say that... apparently being super sleepy makes me not so humble.
but my legs were shaved, so I could wear a dress... and you know you gotta wear a dress when you can.
Can I get an amen, girls?!
I know men have to shave their face everyday if they want to be clean shaven but girls definitely got the ridiculous part of the hair fashion.
Why do my legs have to be hairless for them to be attractive??
I don't know, but I buy into it just as much as anyone else. If I had unlimited funds I'd be laser hair removing my legs. Before lipo, before getting lasik, before travelling for 3 months in Europe, I'd do laser hair removal on my legs. I hate shaving-- I never actually get it all.
I swear I'm not as shallow as this post makes me sound.
It's the rain. Rain makes people sound shallow.
Shallow Sound is going to be the name of my Enya cover band.
You know I'm a genius.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
A Metatarsal Miracle
So today I dropped a tool box on my foot.
Ok, to be fair I didn't drop it. The handle broke, and it fell on my foot.
That's the toolbox.
Here's the thing- that behemoth is full... I can barely pick it up, and I had just gotten it to the height of my hand standing straight up when the handle broke.
It fell on my first metatarsal bone (Yeah, I just looked that word up- here's a diagram!)
So it fell about 2 feet (I measured) onto my foot and then bounced off of it.
Bounced off.
Like it hit a flippin' trampoline made of foot.
I would weigh the tool box but I'm a little afraid to pick it up now and unsure if I even could get it on the scale.
So it fell and bounced off and I just stood there in shock and then it started hurting like crazy and I hobbled to my couch where I laid down and put my foot up on the back and tried not to cry.
I managed not to cry, but I was sure I'd broken it. I could see a bruise forming immediately and it hurt like the dickens.
So I laid there in my hurt and pondered what I would do if I actually had broken it and wondered how I'd drive because it was my right foot, and where the closest painkillers were.
But then the pain started lessening (without medication.)
And by then I was bored laying on the couch so I decided to take my chances and I stood up gingerly... and it was ok.
And then I made lunch and it was ok.
And then I went upstairs and the first step hurt a little, but then it was ok.
And that bruise that I saw start forming immediately?
It never got any worse.
Seriously, I'm pretty sure none of you know my feet well enough to even be able to recognize the bruise. It's the line below my big toe that sorta looks like a shadow. It's not a shadow, that's the line of where my 1st metatarsal (multiple uses means you remember it better!) bone is that got smashed when the tool box came crashing down.
It might be a bit ridiculous to say, but it sorta feels like a miracle.
A metatarsal miracle.
My massage therapist friend was over tonight and I showed her the box and had her try to pick it up and she said she didn't understand how my foot wasn't shattered.
Interesting fact I learned today- I only yell out in pain if there is someone to hear it. Apparently yelling for me is about attention, not releasing any sort of emotion.
I didn't know that. I've always yelled when I hurt myself... but I'm nearly always near someone.
But today, I was alone and I just whimpered.
I tell you what. I'm built "farm tough."
Didn't mean to rhyme there... Consider that a freebie from me to you.
You know, since you normally pay per rhyme on my blog. ;)
Ok, to be fair I didn't drop it. The handle broke, and it fell on my foot.
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| To give you a bit of perspective, that's the handle of a large rolling cooler next to it. |
Here's the thing- that behemoth is full... I can barely pick it up, and I had just gotten it to the height of my hand standing straight up when the handle broke.
It fell on my first metatarsal bone (Yeah, I just looked that word up- here's a diagram!)
So it fell about 2 feet (I measured) onto my foot and then bounced off of it.
Bounced off.
Like it hit a flippin' trampoline made of foot.
I would weigh the tool box but I'm a little afraid to pick it up now and unsure if I even could get it on the scale.
So it fell and bounced off and I just stood there in shock and then it started hurting like crazy and I hobbled to my couch where I laid down and put my foot up on the back and tried not to cry.
I managed not to cry, but I was sure I'd broken it. I could see a bruise forming immediately and it hurt like the dickens.
So I laid there in my hurt and pondered what I would do if I actually had broken it and wondered how I'd drive because it was my right foot, and where the closest painkillers were.
But then the pain started lessening (without medication.)
And by then I was bored laying on the couch so I decided to take my chances and I stood up gingerly... and it was ok.
And then I made lunch and it was ok.
And then I went upstairs and the first step hurt a little, but then it was ok.
And that bruise that I saw start forming immediately?
It never got any worse.
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| A foot model I will never be. |
It might be a bit ridiculous to say, but it sorta feels like a miracle.
A metatarsal miracle.
My massage therapist friend was over tonight and I showed her the box and had her try to pick it up and she said she didn't understand how my foot wasn't shattered.
Interesting fact I learned today- I only yell out in pain if there is someone to hear it. Apparently yelling for me is about attention, not releasing any sort of emotion.
I didn't know that. I've always yelled when I hurt myself... but I'm nearly always near someone.
But today, I was alone and I just whimpered.
I tell you what. I'm built "farm tough."
Didn't mean to rhyme there... Consider that a freebie from me to you.
You know, since you normally pay per rhyme on my blog. ;)
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Coming out of denial
It may be the country music I'm listening to.
Or it may just be that my brain is trying to mentally prepare myself,
but I'm finally starting to come out of denial that my best friend is moving halfway across the country from me.
Don't get me wrong, I want them to do it because I know it's what's best for them, and they are following God's plan.
And I know it's not like it used to be in the pioneer days when the trip from Pennsylvania to Missouri was a once in a lifetime sojurn...
but it's not here in the very same town.
It's not even in the same state.
God's provided me with lots of friends... even lots of close friends, especially since Nathan has gone.
But there is only one Kara.
And I know this is the way that it has to be, because it's almost impossible for anyone to break into the Karanae fortress. (including our poor husbands)
But I don't want her to leave.
Who am I supposed to stay up late with and act like we're drunk but never touch alcohol?
Who am I supposed to call crying in the middle of the night and she will rush over with ice cream? (I've never actually done this, but if it was an emergency I know I could.)
Who am I supposed to make white cakes with white icing for and buy Pepsi for?
I know, I know, she's not dying. She'll still be my friend. We'll be able to skype and phone and text... and when the time comes we'll both suck it up and deal because we know it's for the best.
But that doesn't mean that there won't be a huge hole in my life.
Or that I'm ready for it.
Or it may just be that my brain is trying to mentally prepare myself,
but I'm finally starting to come out of denial that my best friend is moving halfway across the country from me.
Don't get me wrong, I want them to do it because I know it's what's best for them, and they are following God's plan.
And I know it's not like it used to be in the pioneer days when the trip from Pennsylvania to Missouri was a once in a lifetime sojurn...
but it's not here in the very same town.
It's not even in the same state.
God's provided me with lots of friends... even lots of close friends, especially since Nathan has gone.
But there is only one Kara.
And I know this is the way that it has to be, because it's almost impossible for anyone to break into the Karanae fortress. (including our poor husbands)
But I don't want her to leave.
Who am I supposed to stay up late with and act like we're drunk but never touch alcohol?
Who am I supposed to call crying in the middle of the night and she will rush over with ice cream? (I've never actually done this, but if it was an emergency I know I could.)
Who am I supposed to make white cakes with white icing for and buy Pepsi for?
I know, I know, she's not dying. She'll still be my friend. We'll be able to skype and phone and text... and when the time comes we'll both suck it up and deal because we know it's for the best.
But that doesn't mean that there won't be a huge hole in my life.
Or that I'm ready for it.
"Ten minutes isn't very long to say an eternal farewell in," said Anne tearfully. "Oh, Diana, will you promise faithfully never to forget me, the friend of your youth, no matter what dearer friends may caress thee?"(excerpt from Chapter XVII of Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery)
"Indeed I will," sobbed Diana, "and I'll never have another bosom friend--I don't want to have. I couldn't love anybody as I love you."
"Oh, Diana," cried Anne, clasping her hands, "do you love me?"
"Why, of course I do. Didn't you know that?"
"No." Anne drew a long breath. "I thought you liked me of course but I never hoped you loved me. Why, Diana, I didn't think anybody could love me. Nobody ever has loved me since I can remember. Oh, this is wonderful! It's a ray of light which will forever shine on the darkness of a path severed from thee, Diana. Oh, just say it once again."
"I love you devotedly, Anne," said Diana stanchly, "and I always will, you may be sure of that."
"And I will always love thee, Diana," said Anne, solemnly extending her hand. "In the years to come thy memory will shine like a star over my lonely life, as that last story we read together says. Diana, wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet-black tresses in parting to treasure forevermore?"
"Have you got anything to cut it with?" queried Diana, wiping away the tears which Anne's affecting accents had caused to flow afresh, and returning to practicalities.
"Yes. I've got my patchwork scissors in my apron pocket fortunately," said Anne. She solemnly clipped one of Diana's curls. "Fare thee well, my beloved friend. Henceforth we must be as strangers though living side by side. But my heart will ever be faithful to thee."
Anne stood and watched Diana out of sight, mournfully waving her hand to the latter whenever she turned to look back. Then she returned to the house, not a little consoled for the time being by this romantic parting.
"It is all over," she informed Marilla. "I shall never have another friend. I'm really worse off than ever before, for I haven't Katie Maurice and Violetta now. And even if I had it wouldn't be the same. Somehow, little dream girls are not satisfying after a real friend. Diana and I had such an affecting farewell down by the spring. It will be sacred in my memory forever. I used the most pathetic language I could think of and said `thou' and `thee.' `Thou' and `thee' seem so much more romantic than `you.' Diana gave me a lock of her hair and I'm going to sew it up in a little bag and wear it around my neck all my life. Please see that it is buried with me, for I don't believe I'll live very long. Perhaps when she sees me lying cold and dead before her Mrs. Barry may feel remorse for what she has done and will let Diana come to my funeral."
Friday, May 4, 2012
EIG
You know what's rather difficult? Trying to write a character who uses slightly dated slang from a country that you've never gone to. Anyone wanna go to Ireland with me??
In other news my tattoo is pretty well done peeling and it's only been a week... but from what I read the lower levels aren't quite finished healing yet. But it also might be healing so quickly because it's relatively simple, too. (All I know about tattoo healing I learned from the internet.)
I just revised my most recent chapter a lot today, so I have nothing to say- it's all boring.
I was actually up and out of my apartment by 9AM today. Crazy! This is not normal
I'm kinda bummed, cause I thought I was getting my hair cut tomorrow, but sadly that's not till next weekend. Darn.
See what I mean? Buh-oring.
Can someone tell me why when I look at my legs in my house they don't seem nearly as white as they do when I go into public with them?
What's that you say?
Artificial lighting, you say?
Bah humbug. I blame evil invisible gremlins who paint my legs a ghostly shade of pale.
Actually I think evil invisible gremlins might be the cause of all such first world tragedies in this life. Milk that's gone bad? EIG. Internet won't work? EIG. Really tired at 3PM at work? EIG!
Well, I'll show them. I'll get a a fake tan before Lissa's wedding. EIG tend to run away when you cover your body in temporary dye... because if they got it on them they'd turn into evil visible gremlins, and where's the fun in that?
In other news my tattoo is pretty well done peeling and it's only been a week... but from what I read the lower levels aren't quite finished healing yet. But it also might be healing so quickly because it's relatively simple, too. (All I know about tattoo healing I learned from the internet.)
I just revised my most recent chapter a lot today, so I have nothing to say- it's all boring.
I was actually up and out of my apartment by 9AM today. Crazy! This is not normal
I'm kinda bummed, cause I thought I was getting my hair cut tomorrow, but sadly that's not till next weekend. Darn.
See what I mean? Buh-oring.
Can someone tell me why when I look at my legs in my house they don't seem nearly as white as they do when I go into public with them?
What's that you say?
Artificial lighting, you say?
Bah humbug. I blame evil invisible gremlins who paint my legs a ghostly shade of pale.
Actually I think evil invisible gremlins might be the cause of all such first world tragedies in this life. Milk that's gone bad? EIG. Internet won't work? EIG. Really tired at 3PM at work? EIG!
Well, I'll show them. I'll get a a fake tan before Lissa's wedding. EIG tend to run away when you cover your body in temporary dye... because if they got it on them they'd turn into evil visible gremlins, and where's the fun in that?
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Words
I've thought of some things I should have labeled the deer post-- or at least I've come up with words that I should have used in said post.
Deeraclysm
Deerpocalypse
Deermagedon
Bambtastrophe
Doebacle
I know.. totally genius, but totally too late. Alas.
So something I was thinking about today after my writing critique.
A lot of times when I'm writing I put escape hatches into my writing/characters. Like I will write something really cheesy and then have the character think that it's really cheesy (as if, I, the author am saying, "See! I know it's cheesy! I'm totally aware!")
But the characters actually read more the way I want them to, if they *don't* have the escape hatches.
aka, noone was thinking it was too cheesy until you said it was and then they notice it.
I think this is probably a lesson I should apply to life as well as to writing.
Oh and PS I got my GRE scores in the mail.
I think it's because I complained about it on my blog yesterday. I'm in the 96th percentile for verbal- which is awesome. I didn't do as well in the other sections, and my high school self would have been appalled... but I try to remind high school me that I hadn't used those math skills since she was me and I only studied for a week. I'm in the 61st percentile for Quantitative (Math) and my writing sample was in the 72nd percentile. I'd be more concerned about that last one, but having 30 minutes to write and put together a cohesive argument is completely ridiculous in my humble opinion.
Also,
Deervastation!
Putting that 96th percentile to good use, here folks.
Deeraclysm
Deerpocalypse
Deermagedon
Bambtastrophe
Doebacle
I know.. totally genius, but totally too late. Alas.
So something I was thinking about today after my writing critique.
A lot of times when I'm writing I put escape hatches into my writing/characters. Like I will write something really cheesy and then have the character think that it's really cheesy (as if, I, the author am saying, "See! I know it's cheesy! I'm totally aware!")
But the characters actually read more the way I want them to, if they *don't* have the escape hatches.
aka, noone was thinking it was too cheesy until you said it was and then they notice it.
I think this is probably a lesson I should apply to life as well as to writing.
Oh and PS I got my GRE scores in the mail.
I think it's because I complained about it on my blog yesterday. I'm in the 96th percentile for verbal- which is awesome. I didn't do as well in the other sections, and my high school self would have been appalled... but I try to remind high school me that I hadn't used those math skills since she was me and I only studied for a week. I'm in the 61st percentile for Quantitative (Math) and my writing sample was in the 72nd percentile. I'd be more concerned about that last one, but having 30 minutes to write and put together a cohesive argument is completely ridiculous in my humble opinion.
Also,
Deervastation!
Putting that 96th percentile to good use, here folks.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Things are happening
I was writing an e-mail to a friend today, and started listing off all the things that happened in April.
It's a large list.
You know what I didn't do in April? Eat mint choc chip ice cream.
A tragedy I'm currently preventing for the month of May.
Everyone has to do their part, you know?
But seriously I could do with May having a few less major happenings. I mean, obviously there is Bill and Melissa's wedding, but other than that how about we settle for being accepted to grad school, getting a GA-ship and of course I'm always open to princes appearing on white horses... or limos if that's how he rolls.
Get it? I'm so punny.
So at long last I've been given permission to let the world know. (And by "the world" I mean you , because you are reading my blog.)
My sister is having another baby!
Baby Houf is due in Nov. And Rhonda and Isaac don't find out gender cause they are old school like that. Sadly this just means I have to wait until November to buy adorable gender-specific baby clothes.
There is a little twinge of the bitter mixed in with the sweet. Nathan loved being an uncle. I'm sad he won't be here to be terrified of holding the baby.... But I like to think that maybe he'll get to meet the baby before I do, this way.
It's a large list.
- I was laid off.
- I applied for grad school
- I studied for the GRE
- I took the GRE
- I aced the GRE (Ok not really, still waiting for the confirmed scores.)
- I got a tattoo
- I threw a bridal shower
- I went home to see family one weekend
- I went to KC another.
You know what I didn't do in April? Eat mint choc chip ice cream.
A tragedy I'm currently preventing for the month of May.
Everyone has to do their part, you know?
But seriously I could do with May having a few less major happenings. I mean, obviously there is Bill and Melissa's wedding, but other than that how about we settle for being accepted to grad school, getting a GA-ship and of course I'm always open to princes appearing on white horses... or limos if that's how he rolls.
Get it? I'm so punny.
So at long last I've been given permission to let the world know. (And by "the world" I mean you , because you are reading my blog.)
My sister is having another baby!
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| These children are almost adults. We need an infusion of baby! |
Baby Houf is due in Nov. And Rhonda and Isaac don't find out gender cause they are old school like that. Sadly this just means I have to wait until November to buy adorable gender-specific baby clothes.
There is a little twinge of the bitter mixed in with the sweet. Nathan loved being an uncle. I'm sad he won't be here to be terrified of holding the baby.... But I like to think that maybe he'll get to meet the baby before I do, this way.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Great Big Googly Eyes
I'm enjoying tonight's storm. I said on facebook that 3 AM thunder feels like a secret. So does 4 AM and 5AM thunder.
Yep, almost 5 AM.... It's like I'm my own sleep experiment.
My toe hurts. It got smashed by my video game trunk jumping out in front of it early last week and then this weekend when I was moving a train of chairs for the shower, there was a multi chair-car pileup right in front of my foot and it couldn't swerve in time so they collided. Same toe. Neither the trunk nor the chair-train apologized, either
Can you sprain a toe? Cause I'm pretty sure I did.
If it were broken it would be bright purple and 4 times it's normal size, right?
Unexpected tattoo annoyance- the area around my tattoo is breaking out because of the lotion that I have to keep putting on it to help it heal properly. I'm not normally dry skinned, so this might be the first time a lotion besides suntan lotion has ever been on my shoulder, and it doesn't like it. Luckily the tattoo is doing really well and some of the scabbing is already coming off, so I'm hoping I won't have to lotion it up for the 2 weeks that they told me I should.
Sorry, scab is a really gross word. I think it might be my "moist."
Did you know that they have a camera at the Starbucks drive through and they can see you while you are ordering? It's true. Makes me think they probably have cameras at all sorts of drive-throughs that we don't realize. Creepy right??
Big brother is watching.
Though honestly, I think I prefer Big Brother to Big Bird. Can you imagine looking out your window and seeing those great big googly eyes?
Just about makes me want to head for the hills.
Yep, almost 5 AM.... It's like I'm my own sleep experiment.
My toe hurts. It got smashed by my video game trunk jumping out in front of it early last week and then this weekend when I was moving a train of chairs for the shower, there was a multi chair-car pileup right in front of my foot and it couldn't swerve in time so they collided. Same toe. Neither the trunk nor the chair-train apologized, either
Can you sprain a toe? Cause I'm pretty sure I did.
If it were broken it would be bright purple and 4 times it's normal size, right?
Unexpected tattoo annoyance- the area around my tattoo is breaking out because of the lotion that I have to keep putting on it to help it heal properly. I'm not normally dry skinned, so this might be the first time a lotion besides suntan lotion has ever been on my shoulder, and it doesn't like it. Luckily the tattoo is doing really well and some of the scabbing is already coming off, so I'm hoping I won't have to lotion it up for the 2 weeks that they told me I should.
Sorry, scab is a really gross word. I think it might be my "moist."
Did you know that they have a camera at the Starbucks drive through and they can see you while you are ordering? It's true. Makes me think they probably have cameras at all sorts of drive-throughs that we don't realize. Creepy right??
Big brother is watching.
Though honestly, I think I prefer Big Brother to Big Bird. Can you imagine looking out your window and seeing those great big googly eyes?
Just about makes me want to head for the hills.
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