January 18, 2010

Often, while I'm doing something entirely normal, potential lines for this blog while run across my mind like the fat guy that was out jogging on Sunday in -8. In other words, not very fast, but they still go past. I get frustrated when I can't remember them later because they make me laugh when I think them. I think it's God's way of cutting me down to humility or something... I get all conceited - thinking of myself as witty, cunning, and brilliantly artistic with use of words - only to find that everything remarkable disappears when I go to put it to use. What a useless short-term memory I have.

One thing that is coming back to me now was the experience of last night. I spent the day with Dad. We went to view the beautiful ice sculptures of FSJ, and in my knee-length dress I froze after 15 minutes or so. Once I got back home at around 11:00 PM, I was really tired and feeling chilled to the bone for no really good reason because I had changed into pajamas by then. Anyway I fell over when trying to get my boot off because, as it seemed, my heel had decided to stay put and refused to come out of the shoe, so I overbalanced. I went downstairs, marched bleary-eyed into the bathroom and started the tedious before-bed tasks that accompany the release from braces. I was brushing my retainer with toothpaste, when it occurred to me how stupid I must look ... brushing a retainer as though it was a set of a denchers. Soon it was uncomfortably in my mouth, and my contacts were out comfortably of my eyes, and my hair was put up into a bedhead style so as not to get munched on by my sleeping self (which has happened before). When satisfied with my now blurry hair (an odd adjective to attach to "hair") I turned around, promptly smacked my head on the door that I had neglected to close completely, and a surprised pain-induced sound escaped my mouth. [The song playing right now ... "PPPPAAAAIN WITHOUT LOVE, PAAAAIN CAN'T GET ENOUGH... how inspiring.] The sound was a blurted "umphfshh-oOOow!" and, clutching my head I leaned against the wall. The funny part is I nearly did it again. Once I recovered, I shook myself, and turned to abruptly meet the door again with my toe and a cross-eyed surprised look. I guess I thought I had actually knocked it down on the first hit and it wouldn't be there anymore when I tried again.

Life hurts sometimes...

Stats is gone to camp for a couple of weeks most likely. I'm waiting for him to call me back, apparently he's in a meeting. It's Day 2 and I miss him. Translation of title: I already miss you, Love.

Random news:
-Singing lessons switched to Monday at 8:30
-Piano lessons at 3:45
-Birthday on Friday!

-... and Stats is missing it!
-MY PHONE IS BROKEN...

It died so dramatically in my arms that I almost cried.

-We have a new air hockey table, which I kick major butt at.

Posted by RJ Haely at 1:05 PM