Pit In My Stomach

The other day some kid tried to break into our neighbors apartment. Jeff was taking the trash out and he ran by, shortly followed by our neighbor. When Jeff came in and told me a kid was breaking into our neighbors I instantly thought of the kid across the street that just moved in. Jeff quickly responded, "he was white."

Was I inadvertently being racist? We were just talking about racism in my book club the other day and how it is still very evident in this day and age. I don't consider myself to be racist at all but for some reason my stomach sank in doubt when Jeff told me he was white. I cant decide if I was being stereotypical about black people or was it the fact that Jeff said it was a "kid" that triggered the idea that it could be the new kid across the street. He is really the only kid we have in our neighborhood other than toddlers. I really think a lot of it is that I try to be sensitive to other races. I worry a lot about offending people. Maybe I am over thinking this too much.

I didn't feel anything at all

Last night was the first meeting of a book club I decided to join. Since we were just getting our first book we pretty much just sat around talking. It was so nice to get together with a group of ladies and chat, being that I don't do that often. But of course as usual the talking turned to kids and child birth due to the fact that two of the ladies are expecting. I went home and told Jeff that we had probably sealed the deal on Shannon not having any kids.

He quickly said, "She needs to buck up, it's not so bad."

Spoken like a true man.

At least he thinks I'm sexy

My conversation with Jeff tonight I was headed out the door to my first book club get together.

"You look sexy bebe."

"So I have mastered the sexy swagger huh.....oh wait, never mind that's just my limp."

(Sigh)

Creative Little Bee

I have been so creative this weekend...well tried to be creative this weekend is really what I should say. I am getting around a little better since the surgery but I still have a ton of couch time so I decided to pick up knitting. All my friends are saying I have finally embraced getting older and am just biding my time until Wyatt grows up and gives me some grandchildren. Jeff on the other hand is just happy that I am trying to find something to be passionate about. Not that I think I am going to become passionate about it but I will try to have fun with it.

I noticed today after a weekend of hard work that I have my first blister. What amazes me is that of all the places I would have been complaining about this blister is on a weird part of my finger that I didn't even realize was being used. Luckily it doesn't hurt....yet that is.

It took me an entire pot holder to finally get the hang of knitting and still at that point I was just antsy about starting my project so I don't really care if there are mistakes....mistakes are what makes it handmade and handmade is cool. Or at least I think so, I will be making a blanket for my niece that is "on the way" and I don't think she will care much about it not being perfect. I worked on it a lot yesterday and I am already excited about the outcome. I LOVE the yarn and the color, my plan is after this blanket that I will start one for myself with the same yarn. We will see if I really am up for another project after this one, I hope so.

I will have to say that teaching yourself was NOT nearly as easy as I thought it was going to be. All the diagrams and explanations in the book are like reading Greek to me. I just don't get a lot of it and trying to figure out how I am supposed to get the yarn to wrap around these fingers and then the left needle goes WHERE? Now that I have been doing it for a day when I look at the diagram it does finally make sense but I thought I would go crazy this weekend. And as for binding off.....well I will just say that I was only successful for half of my pot holder so I don't even have that to show for all my hard work this weekend. I was going to post a pretty picture of my first project but as for now you will just have to wait the weeks and weeks for the blanket to be completed. Maybe I will take some "in process" pictures to share along the way.

While I was knitting I also came up with this GREAT idea for a website but I have a lot of research to do and I also have to either figure out how to construct a website or find someone who is willing to help this computer idiot.....I will let you in on the details as soon as I can.

I love leaving people hanging....but my guess is you all probably really don't care that much do you?

Like Hell I'm Loose

So I'm stuck on the couch. Starting a blog.

Why am I stuck on the couch you ask....well that would be because I am accident prone. It is also what happens when you take a tumble down a flight of stairs.

The doctor told me that he figured it out....I am loose.
"Loose! How dare you say I am Loose! I have not made a single advance towards you and I am modestly clothed in my t-shirt and pants. You are the one that requested I lift the leg of my pants so you could check out my leg. Loose....where do you get off."

Then he explained. I have loose joints, that would be why I tend to fall ALL THE TIME. So its not because I'm absent minded, flaky, and just plain stupid. I finally have the answer:
"America, I am Loose and I'm proud to say it.....proud only because now I have a response to all my friends who make fun of my constant need for pain. I finally have an excuse...its my parents fault....so can I get a doctor's note to prove this?"

My looseness has provided me with many stories to fill this blog with, the first being the freshest in my mind.

Oh Hawaii....beautiful Hawaii, the site of this unfortunate accident. Here it is the 7th day of our trip, my son wakes up at 5am.....stupid time change. All I can think is I need to get him into bed with us and make him go back to sleep. Next thing I know BAM! I'm at the bottom of the stairs with the knowledge that what just happened is going to mean surgery. Although silly me, thinking I was so smart having that knowledge, I did not realize that it would mean TWO surgeries....yes this is the second try at fixing the problem. I will say that the hospitals in Hawaii are quick and efficient. If, or should I say when I have another Emergency Room visit I would like to go back to that one. See on day seven we were planning to drive across the island and go on a helicopter tour over the volcano. At the latest we had to leave at 7:15, so while I sat in the Emergency Room I asked if this was going to be possible (keep in mind my accident happened at 5am). Sure, they said, we will try to get you out in time but you do know it's a 2-hour drive to get to the other side and you have seriously screwed up your leg. I understood and I was up for it....far be it from me to have ANOTHER vacation screwed up by my looseness. As I was getting into the car a nurse came running out and handed me some pain pills. "You are GOING to need these. Thanks, I said and off we went.

FYI, it was NOT worth the trip.