May 25, 2013

Say it Sister!

THIS is brilliant.  I'd even send kickstarter money to put this together.

May 15, 2013

Five Things I feel Outstanding About

1. Being up at an early enough hour to get one kid off to school after the other kid was up barfing in the night.

2. Using up the entire train table by making three loops, including a bridge with the wooden train set.

3. Giving Jack a super cute, mostly even, tear-free haircut with kitchen scissors, while he sat on the coffee table and watched cartoons.

4. Keeping three house-plants alive.

5. Spring.

6. Getting the dishes into the dishwasher.

7. Eating oranges.

8. Not turning the AC on yesterday.

9. Toast.

10. Overshooting this list by double.

May 13, 2013

Humorless Feminist



"...all the people who deviate from those privileged "norms," and all the ways the rest of the world has indoctrinated you into that system of privilege, and socialized you to believe it's the natural and right and immutable state of the world, and all the shills for the kyriarchy who fill the ether with self-reinforcing rubbish on a constant loop so you swim in a sea so thick with the detritus of Othering that you don't even notice it on a conscious level anymore, and all the bullies who emerge to kick you back in line if you do, if you have the temerity to question the message, and all the other bits and bobs of the brainwashing to which we are all subjected since the day we're born as part of scheme, nearly incomprehensible in scope, to ensure that challengers to these traditions are never made, and, if they're born, are squashed with the weight of mountainous tidal waves of blowback in the other direction…? The purveyors of that shit are the goddamn thought police.

 And you know what one of the biggest lies they tell you is?

 That it's the other way around."

May 11, 2013

Day Three of Broken Leg

Sitting still is driving me crazy.  I do a bazillion things in a day and it's been reduced down to about four things.  In a way it is good because I wasn't even aware my kids knew how to pick their toys up off the floor and do the dishes.  Haha!  Guess what sort of things will continue even when I'm back on my feet!


I asked people for stickers for my big plastic cast and so far I have a bunch.  They make me super happy to look at.  Jack likes to count them and name them all. I think I'll see some in the mail from TX soon and that makes me excited to see the mail man and it reminds me of how much I miss my derby family in TX.


Early this morning the sun was peeking up into my bedroom window and poking me in the eyelid, I was half asleep and then my body did that big twitch thing right before you fall all the way back to sleep and - holy schmolies!  It hurt like crazy and I woke up all the way.  Boo to the big twitch.

I have crazy legs again from not skating and not moving a mile a minute.  I'm going to start cobbling together an ab/sitting down sort of work out thing today so that I can sleep at night without feeling like my legs have electric energy running through them.


I need someone to come mow my lawn but I chose to buy an old fashioned push mower from the 1930s.  This because a) my kid can't fall into it and get killed b) I wanted the work out c) it was very cheap and does the job just fine in about an hour d) it's very quiet e) it's great for the environment (no gasoline)  d) there's no motor to break down.  While, these are all fantastic reason to have such a thing, they are overshadowed by the fact that I need someone else to mow for a few weeks and it's sort of sucky to then say "But all I have is this very outdated old machine to do it with."  I may just hire a service for the month. ug.

That old push mower will be great when I'm doing leg rehab.


"If someone prays for patience, do you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If they pray for courage, does God give them courage, or does he give them opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for their family to be closer, you think God zaps them with warm, fuzzy feelings? Or does he give them opportunities to love each other?"
- From the movie Evan Almighty

I am looking at the opportunities presented and I think She wants me to learn to let go of the "perfect" picture I have in my head of how things should go.  I have to stop micromanaging and let people do things even if it's not the way I would do it. Not just now when I'm gimpy, but ever after.  It's an opportunity to learn to accept help without resenting needing it. This is not a situation I can power through with sheer will and strength, it's not something I can even think my way out of. It's an opportunity to learn patience and appreciation to the nth degree.


I am very lucky to have the people I have in my life.

May 10, 2013


I was at derby practice last Wednesday and got my skates knocked out from underneath me.  I felt my leg snap on the way down.  I laid on the floor for a second and then got all my gear off before refusing to let the coach call an ambulance and opting for my teammate to drive my car a mile to the packed ER.  I sat in the wheelchair in the hallway behind the magical doors that separate the milling around texting/Angry Birds playing world from the I'm seriously dying part, for about fifteen minutes.  I was moaning,  shaking and trying not to throw up just like having a baby, but they had no beds available. And I couldn't wait in the hall moaning like that, as I was freaking the hurt patients out. "Ma'am if you can't stop that, we'll have to ask you to leave" to which I replied "I really can't heeooooOOOOooooooowlp it!"  She shook her head and wheeled me back into the waiting room to next to toothache guy, sore throat kid and ugly pajamas lady.  She put a slip of paper with the number 5400 in the barf bucket I was holding in my lap and made sure to face me into the corner so nobody could knock into my leg on the way to get a bag of Fritos.  My teammate Mellon Collie ran interference when cops came in and brought a very pissed off and bloody handcuffed lady past.  Mel was ready to hip check anyone that got near my wheelchair. Our trusty track-man, Scott,  held vigil over my leg keeping it steady with his bare hands because the emergency personnel didn't have a board.  We waited while they called out the numbers leading up to 5400, bitterly triaging every person that went in front of me with a quick scan of how they were walking.  Two hours and six x-rays later they put a splint on the back of my leg, wrapped it with an ace bandage and sent me home with instructions to call a doctor.  

The next morning I called the number they referred, before I even got out of bed.  They said they'd call me back and let me know when I could come in.  Hours went by.  I called back in and they said "Ma'am, it takes 24 to 48 hours for the doctor to review your records and then we will call you to let you know what we have available." I had just gotten the 'don't call us, we'll call you' from someone who wouldn't even use my name.  I thought about the wait the night before.  Then I refused.  I looked up orthos in my city and called the next doctor, who's secretary Pam, said she would talk to the doc and get my x-rays sent over and call me back.  Five minutes later Pam was on the phone again telling me I should come in to see Dr. McCarty right now. I did.  But first I took a little joy in calling the first ortho back to tell them I'd gotten in somewhere else immediately.  They apologized.  They explained their triage department usually gets back to people sooner. They said if it was a break, they didn't know what could be taking so long.  They said they'd make a note about it in the file.  I cringe to think what the note says about me.  Dr. McCarty put an air cast on my leg.  It gets big and small to allow for swelling and looks like a big piece of machinery.  It has plastic armour on the outside and holes for pumping it up and velcro to hold it on and since it's not the signing type of cast, I'd like to get some stickers for decorating it.