Friday, June 30, 2006


Last night Hubby and I watched Murderball. It is a documentary that follows some quadriplegic rugby players. Great movie, I highly recommend it.

Murderball isn't your ordinary rugby game. Besides throwing the ball around to try to score a goal, these guys crash into each other in special, tank-like wheelchairs. The games must be exciting to watch, full of action. They slam into other players and often the other player's wheelchair is knocked over, spilling the player on the floor. If nothing else, this movie shows that quadriplegic does not mean wallflower.

One part of the movie shows the guys playing the game and one of the athletes tells that most of the players have broken their necks and have rods in their necks. The comment follows a visual aid showing what the rods look like in place, ending with a close up on a huge scar around the base of someone's skull where he'd had surgery.

My first thought - "wow, this is a tough sport! So rough most of the guys break their necks!" Unfortunately, I hate to admit my stupidity, but there it is. They didn't break their necks playing murderball...they are playing murderball versus another sport because they are in wheelchairs after breaking their necks. Duh!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

I Did It Again!

(Note to Wonderful Hubby: Look away, do not read.)

Two or three summers ago, my friend and neighbor asked me to water her flowers while she was gone on vacation. I drove to her house to quick water the flowers before I ran some errands in town.

A normal, intelligent person would follow a typical procedure when stopping at someone's house to oh, say, water flowers. One important step in the procedure would be to put the car in park before getting out of the car.

Skipping that important step led to replacing my friend/neighbor's garage door. $850 later you'd think I'd have learned my lesson and never forgotten to put the car in park again. (Honey, quit reading!) Nope, I did often enough to put myself on the moron list before I ran into, or rather, my undriven car ran into the garage door. And I've continued to do it often enough since then.

It's just that all the other times I've forgotten to put my car in park, besides the whole garage door incident, I didn't cause any damage. I only tried to turn off my car and couldn't until the car was in park.

Today I did it again. ! Again! I was bringing my nephew to school and he said he didn't have time for breakfast before he left, so I quick stopped by my house to get him a breakfast bar. I stopped my car in the driveway, jumped out, and intended to run into the house. That is, until my car ran to the house with me. With Scream in the backseat! (Let's not tell Scream's parents about this, ok?)

Luckily this time I jumped in the car and got my foot on the brake before the car went too far. The reason I had to replace the garage door last time was because I didn't get back into my car until it stopped - by ramming into my friend/neighbor's husband's car, hitting the bike rack on my car on their garage door as it made it's way into the garage. !

When will I ever learn?!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Damn You, David Sedaris!

I like to listen to an audiobook while I workout at the gym. It's a nice way to entertain me while I sweat, plus I get to "read" a book.

Sometimes it's really annoying to try to listen. Some audiobooks must be recorded quieter than others, because some are hard to hear even when the volume is turned all the way up. And when the gym has the overhead music turned up, I sometimes have to sneak over and turn it back down or turn off my book because I can't hear it over the piped-in music.

Today I started a new audiobook, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. The good part about it is it's just as funny as other books of his I've read. The bad part is that I was giggling throughout my workout, looking like a complete weirdo (again).

I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't help it. He's so darned funny! I even had tears rolling down my cheeks.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Have you seen my dignity? I seem to have lost it.

My nephew has been on a big checkers kick this week. I wish I could say I was an undefeated champion. But if I'm going to be an honest person, I must also be a humble person and admit that he beat me...twice.

I also wish I could say that my nephew is a world-class checker champion. But again, I must be honest and humble and admit that he is wee little fellow, only five years old.

And he beat me...twice.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

What the...

I hate to say it, but I did it again. At least any other time I did it, I did it at home. The first couple of times it happened, I thought I was finding a puddle on the floor after a young neighbor was in there. After a couple more times, I concluded it was me making the mess.

This time it happened at the center where I volunteer. ! What to do? What to do? I debated running home and changing - because I not only got the toilet and floor, but my pants as well!, but wasn't sure how to explain my sudden departure.

I decided it wasn't that much longer before it would be time for me to leave, so I just sucked it up and wore the pants. Only the top, rear of my waistband was wet, so I just made sure my shirt was always covering it. I had to sit forward in my car driving home so as not to touch my wet pants to myself, or my car. Luckily it's only 2 miles.

I'm so gross, can you believe I snagged me a husband?

Monday, May 16, 2005


I thought for sure I was going to have a hugely swollen jaw by now. I'm glad to say I don't. Earlier today I opened my car door and used the trunk release to open my trunk. I closed the door before I was actually out of the way. The door slammed into my jaw. Ouch!

You'd think I would've learned all the other times that I've closed the door on my finger or my shoulder (many, many times) that I would slow down and make sure my body was out of the door-closing area before I pushed the door. No.

My jaw didn't swell up like I thought it would. It doesn't even feel tender where I got hit. Hopefully there won't be any mark later. I hope I don't wake up tomorrow and have a big bruise there. Although, it'd match nicely the huge, blistering cold sore I have inside my nostil. It looks like a gigantic booger. Wouldn't you like to walk around in public with my face?

Wednesday, February 02, 2005


I knew the pair of khakis I was wearing today were getting old and worn out, but I didn't realize how bad it was. It got so bad I had to change clothes.

I was laying on the floor of the living room reading my nerd magazine and all its interesting articles. Pfffft. When I went to stand up, the fabric of my pants underneath my right butt pocket ripped.

I'm so glad it happened at home.