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December 14, 2005
My Dad's Clothes
Per the blogging game circulating on the internet:
1. I have a horrible memory for events that happen in my life so a few years ago I started a (still current) list of every guy I have ever kissed.
2. After college I lived with a guy who had a girlfriend named Audrey (not me).
3. Since graduating from college I have gotten glasses, found gray hairs, had two foot surgeries, developed a bum knee, become more Type A, and chipped a tooth…
…gotten faster, started weight lifting, bought a bike, started sleeping, spent more time outside, traveled, watched a lot of movies, and learned how to study.
4. In HS I had to wear my Dad’s shirts to school for a week b/c my own clothes didn’t fit.
5. Last x-mas I put on my mom’s engagement and wedding rings just to see what it would look it since it’s going to be a while. I’ll admit the diamonds are appealing if not the idea behind it.
As for today…it was a good day. Lots of different things happened to mix it up. I didn’t have to work. I met with one of my favorite professors for over an hour and barely talked about school. We had a school department holiday party. I got treated for my itchy ankles (said the doc, “You don’t have a case of frostbite but what you do have is a case of eczema"). Whatever it is, just give me something for it!! I went x-mas shopping which was fun-but I didn’t have my car so I was walking home with big bags of stuff and a giant shovel in single digit weather at 9 at night. Excellent planning on my part.
I lifted (first, so I could digest from the holiday party), stair mastered, did core stuff, foam rollered, and did balance exercises and wall sits (the latter is good for the knee).
Per item 4 from above: Senior year I had a nasty above the elbow arm break from playing softball that resulted in a huge padded sling securing my arm to my torso. I was playing second and put down the tag-and didn’t move my mitt like I should have. A girl built like a football player slid into my arm. It was very very disgusting and I couldn’t wear any of my clothes until the swelling went down and I could trade the padded sling for a cast up to my shoulder. This injury sucked and I couldn’t do anything for myself (like take a bath, go to my school locker, or zipper a coat). My mom wouldn’t let me stay home from school even though I cried. In retrospect, she was definitely right. It built character.
Posted by Audrey at December 14, 2005 10:33 PM
Comments
You break a lot of bones! That one sounds like a doosy. Definately character building.
Posted by: Dallen at December 14, 2005 11:25 PM