Sunday, December 31, 2006

Drivin' the big rig


Drivin' the big rig
Originally uploaded by kimazoid.
We visited the Ashley's in Arkansas for Christmas. Spent a lot of time sleeping and chilling out in the hotel room, which was very very relaxing. We drove the F250 4x4 diesel mega-truck while there - apparently it makes you look crazy, as this picture shows.

Friday, December 29, 2006

OMG, PONIES!!


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Originally uploaded by reilersjr.

From our Grayson Highlands backpacking trip. Every little girls dreams come true - wild ponies are still alive and well in the US! OK, "wild" in theory only - these stocky little guys were pretty tame, but that didn't make it any less cool to hike with them.

The great outdoors

Late this summer, I stumbled upon and joined a local Meetup group - the Triangle Hiking and Outdoor Group (THOG). I'll admit, I was skeptical about the idea of going camping with a bunch of strangers, but it turns out to be yet another fabulous triumph of technology over rectitude. In my personal circle of friends, there are few to none who (a) want to go camping and (b) have the equipment. In THOG, I've got a circle of 1500 people to pick from! Will wonders never cease. And it turns out that some of them are my acquaintances anyways, so it's just that much more legit and non-freaky.

I've been on 4 trips so far, all of them WAY fun as evidenced by the photos below:

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...


Halloween parachute man!


If you're going to live in a 4th floor condo, you gotta throw stuff out the window. It's just the rule. So why not parachute men with Tootsie Rolls strapped on their backs for the Trick or Treaters? It was a huge success with the kiddies and parents, despite the casualties that you see swinging from the power/data lines. And now we have a bunch of leftover parachute guys in case a party every gets dull.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Whee, it's surgereeeey!

Surgery. Getting the freakin' mail, and now it's surgery. I knew life isn't fair! Yuck. From the doc's preliminary description, I believe it'll be the Bankart Lesion Repair. Here's another good article with all the gory details.


Dr. Herring will be my surgeon.


The surgery is arthroscopic outpatient, and I'm scheduled for Wednesday, March 1st. I'll take off the rest of that week, but should be back at work by March 6th, I think. He said recovery is 3-4 weeks in a sling, 1 month intense physical therapy, then 1-2 months of moderate physical therapy, and then I should be as good as new.

Anybody got a LaZBoy I can borrow for the first few weeks of sleeping afterwords? :-)

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

25 things to do before I die

This came across my RSS today:

I was just recently reminded about something I heard several years ago: everyone should have a list of 100 things they want to do before they die.

100 seems like an awful lot, so I'm just going to work on 25 to start with. This will be a evolving list, as things come to me.

  1. Journey in the desert (including sleeping out under the stars at night)

  2. See the Northern Lights (kinda saw them once in Iceland, but I mean a GOOD viewing)

  3. Sail across the ocean

  4. Romp in a null gravity environment (hey, nobody said these have to be achievable)

  5. Be silent and alone for a week

  6. Live in a foreign country

  7. Live in a skyscraper

  8. Shave my head



  9. hmm, this is proving to be harder than I thought! Is that good, indicating that I go ahead and do the things I want to; or bad, indicating that I have no creativity? ;)

  10. Become proficient at some kind of body/movement based practice - yoga, salsa, pole dancing, trapeze work, aikido, belly dancing...something like that...

  11. hmm

Forget the pain, I'm talkin' maligned rage

That's it, the phrase that I've been searching for. When I reached out that extra little bit to ensure that there was no long-awaited letter flattened against the back of the mail box, I actually heard my shoulder pop out. I know from prior experience that there must have been immediate pain, but for a good 15 seconds all I felt was rage. Such a tiny little movement to dislocate my shoulder! I had been so good, I'd done all my physical therapy without fail, even after I was declared "better", I didn't move my arm in the directions that they told me would potentially dislocated it... What evil force out there has such malignance toward me? Why should I go through this again? Grrrrr.

I do feel sorry for poor Sammy. He was in the car with me, and I totally freaked out for a good 30 seconds in rage and pain - yelling at the top of my lungs, moaning like the damned. He's just a dog, for gods sake, I'm sure he though I was upset with him. Poor fella.

Anyway, I'm kinda bummed cause I didn't get to finish painting the old house for selling. Just need one more coat on the back room, should go really quickly, I just need 2 arms for it.

Monday, January 30, 2006

SUCKS to be me

The back story - in May, 2005 I participated in this really cool program in Spain, called Englishtown. While I was there I slipped and dislocated my shoulder. It's really quite a good story, and I should have written about it back then. However I did not, and now this is the dull story of how I annoyingly re-dislocated my freaking shoulder while REACHING TO THE MAILBOX THROUGH MY CAR WINDOW last Wednesday. Thus relegating me back to "broken" status for the next half year. I will have to go through all that freaking physical therapy again. I will not be able to dance freely for a long time. I will wince every time I turn the steering wheel. I will not be able to shave my left armpit for at least 2 months.

This SUCKS. The first time, at least it was a novel experience. Something new to add to my life chronicle, my first major injury. And in such a stunning location! With such kind people!! and oh, the fun of the Spanish hospital!!! The second time, it's a boring story and it's just plain tedious.

I cannot tell you how annoyed I am, and how little I want to face the next 3 months.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Missy is gone

We had her euthanized last Saturday, January 7th. All the cliches are true, which makes it hard to write anything without appearing trite. I knew it needed to happen, called the vet Friday, went in Saturday. I look back on it now, and it seems so surreal. It's hard to imagine that 4 of us stood around in that little white room and deliberately killed a dog. With context, it's a compassionate gift. Without context, it's completely bewildering. And somehow, my brain keeps taking a step back and looking at it without context.

Afterwords, Hubbie and I stayed there with the body for a while. Again, without context - how bizarre. But with context, I'm glad we did. She looked SO peaceful, as she hadn't looked in quite a while. It reminded me of how she used to be, and made me sure that we did the right thing by letting her go. I'm glad I was there with her both during and after.

As for getting on with life without Missy, it physically less painful than I thought. She'd been a ghost of a dog for some time, and wasn't participating in our daily lives anyways. So in the physical world, there's not much of Missy to miss. In the emotional world, it's extremely painful. There's a lot to miss, but I believe I'd already gotten used to living without her.