Monthly Archives: May 2009

Things are Looking Up

I was a bit of a Debbie Downer in Wednesday‘s post so now I’ll post about how things are starting to look up for me.

I was able to run (okay jog) 4 miles with no back pain on Tuesday and then a little over 3 miles yesterday.  My knees and thighs ached more than my back.  So I’m back with my 10-miler training.   Yippee! 

The only downside is that I am supposed to run 6 miles tomorrow but I’ll be heading down to the Outer Banks which leads me to…

I’m going on vacation!  Hot damn, I needed this.  I’ve been feeling so drained lately and so “blah” that the idea of being able to relax on a beach with a good book (or 6) and my iPod just seems magical. 

 I’m not sure what time we’re leaving tomorrow so I’m trying to figure out if I should suck it up and run super early in the morning (to get it out of the way) or try to run on Sunday while I’m at the beach (knowing full well that I risk the potential to not actually run).

Regardless – I’m going to be gone for a week.  A week with no work.  A week of no bitchy contacts calling me and leaving me shitty messages that say, “I don’t understand where the confusion is…” and then proceeding to call my manager to try to “tattle” on me for not being at my desk despite the fact that I stated in my e-mail (with my manager on it) that I was stepping out of the office for an hour.  Really?  Okay, deep breath…

The only strange thing is that I’m not going on vacation with Jeremy.  No – we’re not doing a trial separation or anything.  I’m going with Kristin and her family.  It just so happened that…

– I end up with more vacation time than Jeremy because he takes the week of finals off.  This happened last year so this year I thought I’d try to rally some friends for extended weekend trips this summer…

– Kristin’s family takes an annual trip down to the Outer Banks.  They booked this place almost a year ago (and Kristin’s in-laws are also going as are Kristin’s brother and his fiance… and can I just say that I think it’s super cool that her in-laws and parents get along so well that they can vacation together?  My parents are socially inept people.  I don’t get it but I digress…). 

– Jackson got a new job that required him to go to a training facility in Georgia… the week of this planned vacation.  Whoops.

– Basically – I’m taking Jackson’s place, I get to use a week of vacation (so I won’t end up with an overabundance of vacation time while my husband has none).  Everybody wins!

Wow – bored yet?  Kristin mentioned that she’s taking her laptop to which I interrupted and squealed, “I can blog!” and she responded with a very sarcastic, “riiiight.  That’s exactly why I’m taking it.  Or it’s because it’s got a dvd player…”  Whatev.  So what I’m trying to say is that I may or may not be blogging.

It would be fun if Jeremy “guest” posted on this blog but he won’t and he shouldn’t have time to because I fully expect to return from vacation with:

– a newly painted back porch

– a stained back yard fence

– newly painted patio chairs (4)

– a clean house

While I doubt the last 2 will get done, the first 2 are weekend projects.  Although I don’t think I can stress the “how cool it would be to come home to a clean house” thing.  I mean, like super cool.


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Nobody Noticed

So I finally bit the bullet and cut my hair.  Sorry to report that I decided to stick with long hair…

The salon that I normally go to (and I use the term normally very loosely here since I haven’t cut my hair since Dec 2007 although I do go for regular bang trims…) recently raised their prices for haircuts.  Since I was ditching the bob and sticking with long hair, it seemed a bit absurd to pay over $60 for a trim.

I tried out a salon that 3 of my friends (with lovely haircuts) go to.  Haircuts are $20 cheaper, the salon is a little closer to me and well… it’s cheaper.  Did I say it’s cheaper already?

While the stylist did cut a lot of hair off (words can’t begin to describe how much better my hair feels), it’s still long.  So – I have long hair with shorter layers throughout.

I loved the salon.  It’s family owned (Greek) and they were all super sweet.  My haircut overall was fantastic.

But then she trimmed my bangs.

I had described that I wanted side-swept bangs.  In fact, my bangs were already side-swept… they just needed to be trimmed.  She asked me how much she should trim and perhaps I confused her when I said “a little shorter than normal… only to prolong the maintenance” because that somehow translated to bangs straight across my head.

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Not the best picture and my hair was half covered in sweat at this point but there it is.  Jeremy and Kristin didn’t notice the day I got it cut.  I waited about an hour before I said something and then I yelled, “You guys are assholes.” 

Jeremy’s response when I pointed out my haircut?  “I thought you were going to do something different,” followed by, “your bangs look crooked.”

I’m not pressed that nobody noticed because it just feels that much better but my bangs that I’m desperately trying to get to lay to the side look horrendous.  I fear that people aren’t saying anything because there is NOTHING nice to say.  Ugh.


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Bad Things Come in Threes

Is that a true statement?  I’ve always heard that but sometimes have to wonder if it just so happens that 2 bad things happen together and, through the power of self-fulfilling prophecy, if we just cause a 3rd bad thing to happen.

I feel like this past week has been a series of bad things that have happened to me.

I strained a muscle in my back that caused me to walk like quasimodo for awhile.

I did not complete the p90x workout in its entirety because of the stupid back strain.  I was in the last week. LAST!WEEK!  And now I’m too scared to pick it back up again.

I missed an entire week of training for the 10-miler.  I was doing so well with it and now I’m completely thrown off.

(okay – I realize that bitching about not being able to exercise is probably a little annoying but I am kind of a nut about fitness.  If you were unable to do something you really enjoyed for awhile, you’d be grumpy too. So suck it.)

So are those 3 things?  Or am I just making shit up? 

Then came Monday.  At about 2am, I woke up with a severe pain in my mouth.  The gums around my crown were completely swollen and throbbing in pain.  Like really – first my back, now my mouth?  Ugh.  I called my dentist when I got into work and begged (on their answering machine) for an appointment that day.

Shortly thereafter, Jeremy butt-dialed me about 10 times.  Everytime I hung up, his phone called me back.  At the 10th time, I was so annoyed that when I swung around to grab the phone and slam it back down… I spilled my coffee all over my shirt.  My silk shirt.  And no, I don’t mean my early 90s Color Me Badd silk shirt.  I mean my super cute silk J. Crew shirt.

Then, after my awesome dental visit (that included the dentist numbing my gums and in the process of doing so POPPED the postule that formed on them… EEEWW), I was eating lunch and noticed blood on my apple.  Since the side of my mouth (including my lips) were numb, I didn’t realize that as I was chewing my apple, I was ALSO CHEWING MY LIP.  So, it looked like I had been punched in the mouth.  Awesome.

Can I really tie those 3 things together as my “bad things come in threes” or am I just reaching?  Did I sub-consciouly chew my lip so that I would have a 3rd bad thing?  Sweet jebus, I hope not.


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The Status of my Back

I didn’t have a clever title for this particular post but I just wanted to quickly give an update on the condition of my back (for those very concerned readers… I’m sure you’re out there… somewhere).

I closely resembled this on Tuesday morning:


After a lot of urging from some co-workers, I made an appointment with a recommended chiropractor.

I had never been to one before and quite frankly, the whole idea of someone pushing on me with some force to get my bones to crack just creeped me out.

Well… I drank the chiropractor kool-aid and am now a believer.  He has magic hands.  He said that I had a severe muscle strain.  He also informed me that the set of instructions given to me by the ER on caring for my strained muscle was completely wrong. 

Today, I look more like this (I censored the naughty parts):


As you can see, my hips are slightly crooked as are my shoulders.  I’m still in some pain but I am definitely feeling better than I did on Tuesday. 

I sent Theresa that stick figure and she said I resembled a Peanuts character dancing:


I think she’s right but I’m sure the Peanuts gang is having more fun than I am.


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America… F**k Yeah!

The other day I was driving home behind this vehicle.


It’s difficult to read because (1) it was taken with my crappy cell phone and (2) I was driving AND trying to snap a picture (probably not the safest thing to do).

The truck’s message reads, “Vote American!  Not socialism.  God, Guns and Guts.  [can’t read] America”.

The dark blue (which is difficult to read) says the “Not Socialism” part and I don’t remember what the last bit said.


That same day, I pulled onto my street only to see a giant SUV with the text, “BIG DADDY” and “Doesn’t Like Fat Bitches” written underneath.  Did I mention that getting OUT of Big Daddy’s SUV was a gaggle of little girls? 



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The Crooked Girl

Phone call to my mom yesterday:

Me: Hi mom.  I just wanted to call and say ‘happy mother’s day’.  I won’t be stopping by today because I’m going to the emergency room.


That’s right, I went to the ER yesterday.  Why?  Because I pulled a muscle in my lower back. 

How?  I can’t really pinpoint the exact moment but a lot of events occurred over the weekend that led to the pain. 

Saturday – spent a good portion of the day helping Jeremy with our back area.  He decided it was time to get rid of our grassy patch (aka the dogs’ toilet for the last 4 years) and replace it with new dirt and sod.  The dogs had stopped going to the bathroom on this patch of grass and Jeremy determined it was time for a change.  I helped him load the bajillion bags of pee and poop soaked dirt into my parents’ SUV and then to the landfill.  I knew my back was going to be sore.

Afterwards, we met up with some pals for an end of season Kickball cookout.  It turned into a dance party where people showcased such great dance moves as “the plumber”, “the sumo wrestler”, “the crane”, “the grading papers” and many more. 

Sunday morning I woke up with a very sore and stiff back.  Still – I was functioning.  I finished the frostings for the cupcakes I made for Mother’s Day (for my in-laws) and just noticed my back was feeling stiffer and stiffer.  I asked Jeremy to rub it and we both felt a strange click.  Still… I was okay.

I showered… started to get dressed and then the real pain set in.  Extreme pain.  Pain that left me completely paralyzed.  Pain that had me sobbing.  Pain that required me to scream for Jeremy to help get me out of the awkward position I was in next to the bed because moving any sort of muscle was just making the pain worse.

Pain that took me 10 minutes to get down are small set of stairs with the help of Jeremy.

Pain that took me 20 minutes to get a pair of pants on so that I could go to the emergency room.

Pain that took me another 10 minutes to get into Jeremy’s car.

Pain that had me walking like the Quasimodo into the ER.

When we pulled up to the ER, the security guard asked if I needed a wheelchair.  I replied, ‘No thanks.  My ego won’t let me.”

When I entered the ER, a nurse asked if I needed a wheelchair.  I replied, “I’m only 28!  I don’t need a wheelchair.”

Jeremy went to park the car and when he got into the ER, I was already in triage.  He said he asked the front-desk clerk where he could find his wife who just came in.  She replied, “Oh – the crooked girl?  She’s back in triage.”

The ER doc didn’t take a single x-ray but instead touched my back and said, “You pulled a muscle.”  He injected some anti-inflammatory crap and gave me a painkiller.  He then wrote a prescription for oxycodone.

I still feel the pain.  My facebook status said something along the lines of, “As if I’m not depressed enough about turning 29, I threw my frickin’ back out.”  I feel like I’m 90 years old.


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Cousin It

I haven’t cut my hair since December 2007.  You are reading that correctly.  It’s been almost a year and a half.  That’s just bananas.

Reasons for not cutting my hair:

1) I’m lazy.  Going to a salon takes time and effort.  Taking the time to “style” my hair every morning takes time and effort.  I love the freedom of pulling my hair into a clip, ponytail or bun.

2) I’m cheap.  Going to a salon costs moolah.

But I’ve reached a breaking point.  I was vacuuming the other day and noticed that the vacuum stopped working.  I flipped it over and saw so much hair stuck in the bristles of the vacuum that I think Cousin It would be envious.

I’m finding so much hair all over the house that I feel like it’s committing suicide.  Even it can’t stand to be this long.

So now what?  I’ve always gone between long hair and a short bob since high school.  I was thinking about going for the short bob but then realized that I know way too many girls with that haircut these days that I just can’t bring myself to do it (and to you gals reading this post now, your hair looks fab.  I just can’t have the same haircut as you).

I started googling hairstyles.  Thoughts?

Short-ish.  Cute.  I have long, side-swept bangs that I’d like to keep so this could work.

Okay, this is a bob but it’s a bob with bangs.  I’m almost embarrassed to admit I love Katie Holmes’ hair but it is so cute.  But would cutting my hair like Katie require me to become a scientologist?  Yikes.

I also love Nicole Ritchie’s hair.  And yes, this is almost exactly like the first picture – just styled differently.

Nicole – with shorter bangs!  Okay, clearly I’m sticking to a specific style of short-ish hair with long side-swept bangs. 

Jeremy pointed out that all of the hairstyles I’m drawn to are like the haircut I had when I was little:



I’m between 2-4 in the pictures above.  What can I say, it was a good haircut.


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