Monday, January 28, 2008

Real People Wear Fashion Too!

Imagine that, real people wear fashion because we're tired of looking at stick figures on the catwalk. Who'd have thunk it?

Rise Of the Real People | Newsweek Culture |

I so need to update my wardrobe...

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Did I Mention That I F*@#ed Up My Knee Again?

It was one of those freak martial arts accidents. I was sparring with someone - nothing formal, just some practice stuff - and I threw a front kick. Just as I did, the woman I was sparring threw a round kick. It came just a fraction of a second after my kick and it hooked under my kicking leg and spun me off center. I heard this loud popping noise as my knee tried to bend from side to side rather than front to back and that was it. My right knee is now officially f*@#ed up.

I can actually walk on it, and in fact was able to walk off the mat Thursday night when I hurt it. But it's stiff and I can't straighten it or bend it all the way. Plus it's swollen and not too stable. I'm limping around and I'm not too pleased about it. This makes one broken nose, two incidents of broken ribs, one fractured sternum and three f*@#ed up knees (the right one now having been f*@#ed up twice) thanks to martial arts.

But considering how long I've been taking martial arts, that's not really that bad.


Friday, January 25, 2008

Eek! I Just Bought Some Clothes!

I don't believe it. I just bought some new boots, a new belt, a new swimsuit and a digital timer on Amazon. I'm freaking out! I spent around $100 for the whole lot, which isn't bad considering what I could have spent, but still, $100! I hate buying clothes. No, wait, I hate spending money. I actually like buying clothes, so long as I'm doing it online. I hate shopping in malls, especially with the kids in tow, because I can never get anything done. But I'm all right with buying clothes, until I get to the money part.

But, I need new clothes. I need another swimsuit, especially after blowing out my knee last night. It's going to be a long time before I can run, so it's back to swimming three times a week, and we may just stay there for a good, so I'll have to get another swimsuit in addition to the one I got. And I needed the shoes. All I've got is sneakers, sandals and hiking boots. What I got was ankle boots, which are a little dressier but great with jeans. And I've been wanting a belt for some time, just a little accessory to dress up my wardrobe. The one I got is black leather with pink skulls. How cool is that!

And the timer? It'll go on a lanyard around my neck (probably the ultra-cool Pirates of the Caribbean one Rachel got me for Christmas). I'll be using it to force me to stick to my schedule, so I don't run too long and screw up everything that's supposed to come after. I tend to do that.

In fact, I'm running too long now. Gotta get back to work.

But EEEEEK! I bought clothing! Holy cow!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Why I Didn't Get My Lazy Ass Out Of Bed At 5AM

Here are my top five reasons for why I did not get my lazy ass out of bed at 5AM like I was supposed to every morning last week. Okay, I know some of you are going, "Why the hell is she getting out of bed at 5AM?" The answer is, "So I can get some work done before the kids wake up and start screaming!" And you probably still don't get it, so never mind. Here are my reasons.

1 - I stayed up way too late the night before, and needed more than four hours of sleep to function properly that day.

2 - I went back to evening karate classes, so I'm dead tired and I hurt like hell the next morning. Not getting up if I don't feel good. Plus I stayed up too late the night before.

3 - For once, I got to bed on time, but then my oldest daughter came running into the room at midnight screaming that there was a storm in her room. "Honey, there's a storm outside. It's not in your room." It took fifteen minutes to get her back to bed, just long enough to totally screw up a good night's sleep.

4 - Oldest daughter came running back into my bedroom a second time, three hours later, screaming that the cats were under her bed. "Are they our cats?" I ask. "Uh-huh!" she says, nodding. "Then why are you scared?" I ask. "I'm not. They just woke me up." Grooooooan.

5 - Top reason why I did not get out of bed at 5AM. I dreamt that my husband was a young, naked Antonio Banderas, and he offered to take me bowling. When the alarm went off at 5AM, I turned the damned thing off, curled up to my husband and went back to sleep. Hell, do you know how long it's been since we've had a date? No way was I missing that one.

And there you have it. My excuses for sleeping until 7AM. Ta-taa!

I Want To Blog...

I really, really do, but stuff keeps coming up. You know, it was so easy to blog when Sam was an infant. She nursed 12 times a day, so all I did was sit in the glider and type away on my laptop. Now when I nurse Sam, I spend all my time trying to keep her fingers out of my hair, my ears, my nose, my eyes... That little fart keeps thrashing and twisting in my arms, and then she'll roll over and thump me in the chest, as if to say, "More milk, lady! These boobies aren't working fast enough!" And the chewing! My god, I'll be lucky if I have any nipples left by the time this kid weans.

What were we originally talking about? Oh yeah, blogging, or my lack there of. It's kind of difficult these days...