Lovely Blog Award
Caroline tagged me a while ago for the Lovely Blog Award. I'd say Canada Day is a pretty appropriate day to finally get around to it! :)
1. Thank the person who awarded the award : Thanks Caroline!
2. Tell seven random things about yourself that no one knows....ha...good luck with this as much as I overshare
1. Bike injuries, part 1: After Dirty Kanza and again after Indian Camp Creek, my right pinkie and ring fingers were numb. It took about a week to go away after DK, and it's still going on a week after ICC. It was bad enough after Indian Camp Creek that I needed Jeff to help me wash my hair because I had a hard time using that hand. At first it was kind of funny...haha my fingers are numb, I can't fully extend them...but I'm really over it. My hand strength is way low, and you use your pinkie and ring finger for way more than you'd think.
2. Bike injuries, part 2:
Remember how I fell at ICC (twice) and hit my elbow (twice)? The hand injury is pretty annoying; the elbow injury is pretty entertaining. I've gotten kind of a kick out of watching the technicolor shades wash across my elbow. Weirdly, it hurts more now than it did in the first days after I fell, which thankfully still isn't all that much.
|A fewdays ago|
Luckily, I have some nice friends who kept me up to date on the matches...both of whose initial texts started with some version of "What's with your son's tattoo?"...a tattoo that was news to me. I'm not in the anti-tattoo camp, but I am in the "anti-spending your graduation money on things like tattoos when you don't have a job or your tuition fully covered" camp. Not to mention being very disappointed that he spent a week hiding it from me. Like I told him today, if you want to make adult decisions, make them like an adult...and there's nothing grown up about doing something and then hiding it from your mommy. Am I overreacting to be upset about this?
4. I was very unhappy in my first marriage. Not distraught like some terrible trauma just happened, but a constant, low grade "down" until bad seemed normal and not-so-bad seemed to feel like good. I was miserable and my family didn't like him, but I was really committed to sticking it out. One day, I was talking about him with a girl who was very into astrologyand she asked what our signs were. When I told her I was an Aries and he was a Cancer, she gasped: "That's the worst possible match for you!! You're a fire sign, and he just dumps cold water over all your ideas." I was hit with an almost electric shock of recognition. Yes! That's it EXACTLY. Now, I'll occasionally read my horoscope, but I don't believe believe in them. Even so, that was the first time I really thought about ending my marriage. I mean, even the stars were against us. (That said, it took him leaving me to end things.)
5. It's flipping hot here. Like highs between 105-109. The other day we got in the car to read this on the dashboard temperature gauge:
|WTF...like an over in there.|
6. We had a yard sale yesterday...because who doesn't make plans to spend the entire day sitting outside when the temperature is forecast to be 104 (and it's NOT a dry heat)? We had slow traffic for several hours, but we did manage to get rid of quite a bit of stuff. Even better, packing the unsold items back away, I culled 8 grocery sacks and 2 large boxes of items to donate to Goodwill. As God is my witness, someday our house will no longer be mistake for a Hoarders episode.
7. We were supposed to head down to Meramec State Park to float the river today, but Jeff was concerned that it might not be a great plan since a) we weren't sure about water levels b) it was supposed to be really hot and c) we'd have to find a back from the end of the float to our car at the put-in. My plan was to ride my bike the few miles back, but that brought up more issues from him. The end result: we stayed home. I know I could have argued and gotten my way, but often when I do that things work out for me to think I should have listened to him in the first place, so I tried to take staying home with a good attitude. Our next plan was bowling (which might have been interesting in light of #1 above), but the bowling alley was closed due to a power outage, so plan C was a movie at the cheap show. Very not the same as a float trip, but Battleship was surprisingly entertaining, and the part with the old Navy sailors brought tears to my eyes.
Wild, by Cheryl Strayed. In it, she writes about her 1,000+ mile solo hike of the Pacific Crest Trail. It sounded pretty incredible. I'm not sure I like her all that much, but I may just have a new item on my bucket list.