i have an avulsion fracture in my wrist, so am wearing a brace for a few weeks. that is good - it isn't a cast!
whee!!! I can shower!!!
my, how my standards have fallen. taking a shower now ranks up there with things I most want out of a day. heh
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Jaded
I love living in New York City. I really do. Some might find this strange, considering how I grew up hunting and fishing in Minnesota. But really, where else in the world can you live in this type of an urban environment, electric and eclectic, and yet be only a few hours away from one of the largest parks in the US (the Adirondacks), where unfettered wilderness is accessible and (well-nigh) pristine? Really, it's the best of both worlds. That is, in my humble opinion.
Of course, the Adirondacks aren't the only source of wildlife.
Last week, on St. Patrick's Day, I was making my way to work. As I walked up Broadway I passed a young(ish) man who was wearing a set of pink wings. Yes, wings. Like a fairy, or a Victoria Secret model. (only trust me, this schlub of a guy was NOT someone who should prance around in his underwear. shudder)
The funny thing about this encounter wasn't the fact that he was wearing wings. What was amusing was my response.....all I could think was, hmmm, those are the wrong color. They should be green.
Of course, the Adirondacks aren't the only source of wildlife.
Last week, on St. Patrick's Day, I was making my way to work. As I walked up Broadway I passed a young(ish) man who was wearing a set of pink wings. Yes, wings. Like a fairy, or a Victoria Secret model. (only trust me, this schlub of a guy was NOT someone who should prance around in his underwear. shudder)
The funny thing about this encounter wasn't the fact that he was wearing wings. What was amusing was my response.....all I could think was, hmmm, those are the wrong color. They should be green.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
So, ah, polite
Monkey's school sends home accident reports every time a child is injured at school. More often than not, the information written on the report is a repeat of what was already communicated in a phone call to a parent.
But sometimes you can glean a tad bit more information from the report.
For example, a while back I got the call that Monkey had a boo boo - a rather nasty paper cut on the palm of one hand. She got an "icy" and some hugs, and was none the worse for wear when I picked her up. She even had me admire the bandaid she was gleefully wearing, and refused to take it off until the next morning.
The accident report was stuffed into her lunchbox and I only casually glanced at it, since I (thought I) already knew what happened.
A few days later as I was cleaning and sorting the assorted detritus that had accumulated on the kitchen table, I picked the report up and, before consigning it to its fate in the recycling, read it carefully.
It was refreshingly polite.
It said Monkey "was holding on to the end of a book, that another child was reading, and a tug-of-war of sorts began."
Oh.
What it SHOULD have said was: "Your child is insane about books and gave herself a nasty papercut in the process of attempting to steal her friend's book".
Now that, that I'd believe.
But sometimes you can glean a tad bit more information from the report.
For example, a while back I got the call that Monkey had a boo boo - a rather nasty paper cut on the palm of one hand. She got an "icy" and some hugs, and was none the worse for wear when I picked her up. She even had me admire the bandaid she was gleefully wearing, and refused to take it off until the next morning.
The accident report was stuffed into her lunchbox and I only casually glanced at it, since I (thought I) already knew what happened.
A few days later as I was cleaning and sorting the assorted detritus that had accumulated on the kitchen table, I picked the report up and, before consigning it to its fate in the recycling, read it carefully.
It was refreshingly polite.
It said Monkey "was holding on to the end of a book, that another child was reading, and a tug-of-war of sorts began."
Oh.
What it SHOULD have said was: "Your child is insane about books and gave herself a nasty papercut in the process of attempting to steal her friend's book".
Now that, that I'd believe.
Friday, March 20, 2009
blurry but still cute
Ok, so the server is totally down at work......so I'm blogging. Ya blame me? MUST KEEP BUSY or will fall asleep. yawn.
This is a recent snapshot of Jellybean wriggling and kicking up a storm in her carseat...took it with my phone so the color is off. What I like is the motion captured.....got some seriously fast legs on this one!
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