I've been gone a while and no excuses for that besides the fact that I've been busy with
and obviously there is more to be told about that but it's not my current purpose in coming here. No no, I came here because it's about time that I formally announced that my eensy teensy tiny little baby brother is getting married. And I'm so very excited to have Kambelin in my family and married to my brother for so many reasons, not the least of which is because she brings out stuff like this in him
Because let's be honest if these sorts of things had to be arranged solely by my brother they probably would have turned out more like
Ha just kidding J-spot. But basically what I'm saying here is hooray for love. And don't worry her name is really Kimberly.
The good thing about initially naming my blog after the song that was in my head at that moment is that any time a certain Huey Lewis anthem comes on in Walgreens or something it's like a little love note from the universe to me. Thanks, universe, you've even got the right weekend for such things.
In other news, I went to Best Buy yesterday and they really need to make up their minds.
Needless to say there was nobody utilizing this parking space. It's probably not all that often that a preggo mama shows up to pick up her online order. When one actually does, though, boy do they have the spot for her!
Also, notice how the sky was so clear and blue and lovely yesterday? Today it is like this:
Okay I wasn't entirely sure how that webcam through the window picture taking was gonna go and obviously it was not stellar, but you can see what I'm talking about. It's a ding dong winter wonderland out there. And normally I am all for that sort of thing but not when it is preventing me from seeing some very important people. Mother Nature, you and I are through. Don't be holding your breath for any calls in early May because I assure you, they are not coming.
While we're having fun with the webcam, why not take this opportunity to simultaneously show you I love you and display my newest haircut?
See, I transported myself to a heart-infused parallel universe just to make this valentine for you! I love you! Most likely if you are reading this then the preceding is true, and I do love you, but not if you're just someone who came here because you googled "coodle doodle doo." I get a lot of you folks. Actually, though, if you're a big enough fan of the greatest comedy of our time to google some of its catchphrases in your spare time, I guess I probably love you too. Awesome.
I can't seem to stay on one topic for longer than a few sentences today so let's keep going with that. I recently acquired this:
A few key things to know: 1. It is a locket. 2. It is handmade. 3. The flower part is made from Czech glass. 4. The girl who made it lives just down the street (the street called I-15). Needless to say I love it. I am supporting local artists in an eensy-teensy way, and wearing it is a shout-out to my heritage, plus it is so darling if I do say so myself. This is where I need help though--what to put inside?! I had this romantic notion that I want to put something quite meaningful inside so that when I'm old and dying my posterity will consider my locket to be such a treasure. But I have no ideas yet what that significant something could be. So far the best I've come up with is a small print of this, folded up and tucked inside:
Ahhhahaha. Seriously though.
Finally, one last Valentine's treat. I just dare you to listen to this song and still try to have a bad attitude about love and the world around you. I assure you, you cannot do it friend. It will melt even the most frozen of cold February hearts. You're welcome.
Listen up. I think iceberg lettuce is the best base for a salad. I find it superior in both taste and texture. You heard me, romainians. And don't even think about bringing up spinach.
I've found that for me the best way to avoid any icy winter slip-ups is lift foot straight up, place foot straight down in short, firm steps. And really this tactic is just a precautionary measure of self-preservation but I hope that sometimes people notice me and admire my strict military marching discipline.
You know how at baby showers nowadays usually when you show up, they have you write your name and address on an envelope to be used for your thank you card? Male readers, heads up: they do this. Well it is a really good idea for a number of reasons. It is certainly much more efficient than having everyone write their addresses in a notebook, only to have to transcribe all these addresses over again onto envelopes. And it helps to ensure that the person being showered really does send out thank you cards, since that big annoying part of the task is already taken care of. What I'm saying is I fully endorse the write-your-address-on-an-envelope part of a baby shower, it is a great thing.
Still, there is something so trippy and shocking about opening your mailbox to find a letter addressed to yourself in your own handwriting. I fall for it every time--what's this?! A message from the future! What piece of knowledge did I need to receive on this very Thursday, future-Tracy? Some sort of warning? All the upcoming professional sports scores so I can finally quit my job and get rich without doing any work?!
Oh, wait, no--Sara liked the hangers. Also good to know.
The area on and around the scar on my back is numb to all sensation. It has been this way since it was initially wounded; I'm not presenting you with a recent development in my life. It's about an inch and a half wide by nine inches long, and it feels nothing. I've grown accustomed to it for the most part. When someone is scratching my back I now anticipate the little hop from one side of my back to the other. I recognize that a massage will never be quite as satisfying as it once was. I will never be able to tell if somebody tapes a kick me sign right to the middle of my back.
But today I realized the worst effect of all.
Those 13 1/2 square inches of skin will never be warm again. Jack Frost has been so adamantly forcing himself upon us, refusing to yield until every last one of us has given up the fight against his wiles and resigned to the fate of three months of shivering. Today in my last valiant effort to vanquish the cold, I took a hot shower once I got home. It seemed to be working until I realized the sad truth. A blank, deadened spot right in the middle of everything, that no amount of steaming water could reach. I felt the comfort of the warmth to either side, but right there in the center, nothing. It's going to be a long winter.
I guess there are bright sides, though. Perhaps my expanse of numb skin will become the opposite of an Achilles' Heel. My Paris' Spine. I will be invincible there--just try to poke or pinch me! Do your worst! I feel nothing. Or if some future boyfriend accuses me of being unfeeling, I can quickly turn the tables in that argument by making him feel guilty about bringing my scar into it. Who's the insensitive one now, future bf?
and obviously there is more to be told about that but it's not my current purpose in coming here. No no, I came here because it's about time that I formally announced that my eensy teensy tiny little baby brother is getting married. And I'm so very excited to have Kambelin in my family and married to my brother for so many reasons, not the least of which is because she brings out stuff like this in him
