Before I get to today's almost-catastrophes, let me tell you my two "yay!" moments.
* Yesterday morning, some precious (yet anonymous) soul left a box of muffins on my desk at work. I asked around and the most information I could get was "someone with strawberry blonde hair." I can't think who that might be...which makes me feel even worse...because obviously said person was thinking enough about me to bring me food and I can't even come up with an option of a name! But thank you, kind soul! You have made my week.
* Tonight as I walked through campus after visiting one of my friends at her apartment, a group of students asked me if I was going to play dodge ball. After picking myself up off the ground from hysterical laughter, I realized they thought I was a student!! God bless that box of hair color.
Okay. On to today's injuries.
I'm not graceful. I'm forever doing something unkind to myself. Rarely do I break or sprain or do anything really horrid. But I am just a magnet for mishaps.
This morning I bruised my calf with my flat iron. Do you know how much talent that takes? Significant, I assure you. For reasons unknown to me, my flat iron has about a twelve foot cord on it. Perhaps it was designed for women who actually do their hair on their commute to work and they need that much cord. Dunno. But in a 3 square inch bathroom, that much cord is...well...apparently a hazard. I had plugged in the iron this morning to straighten my bangs before work, and as I turned to exit the bathroom to get something, my foot became tangled in the mass of cord, and the plugged in iron came snapping off the counter and sailed straight into my calf. Thank goodness it wasn't a curling iron or I'd have a bruise and a burn.
Later, in another unprecedented move, I pulled or strained or whatever a hamstring while at my computer. HELLO. How????? Well I stood up from my desk to go meet with a student, realized I needed one more bit of information, and turned back to my computer. Rather than sitting down like a normal person or even bending over to gather this, I kind of bent sideways without bending my knee and in so doing, felt incredible pain shoot through my leg. Probably because legs don't bend that way! And now I'm on the injured list.
I stopped by to visit another friend on my way home from exercising tonight and she asked why I was working out if I was hurt. I said "Because fat trumps injury!!!" She rolled her eyes.
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6 comments:
You iron your bangs? Is this a special device or is it like that heavy thing that is collecting dust out in my garage?
And exercising when you don't feel like it? Here's a girl that "gets it!" It also suggests a strength of character that would enjoy great success on Planet Locarb. (Just Google Atkins)
If you gave it a serious month and did not develop a new annoying habit of pulling up on your loose-fitting jeans, I would personally deliver a box of Godiva chocolates to your home or place of business.
But I applaud the fact that you're a well exercised and healthy Cutie.
And you have dynamite bangs!
My hair is dreadfully attitudinal. If you could see the undone version of it, you would run in fright. It's huge. It's frizzy. It makes people say "Does she know it looks like that?" So each day is a careful hair-workout of either significant product (to make it wavy) or much straightening with said iron (to make it as perfectly straight as attitudinal hair will go).
Please do note that much to my mother's dismay, I do not iron my clothing with the same fastidious attention. Those get tossed in the dryer until most of the wrinkles are out and then they are declared worthy of wear.
And this Locarb thing. I've heard of that. but how ever would i survive without my precious bread and pasta and SUGAR???? (Believe me, you'd completely write me off as a friend after that last one went bye bye.)
However, I'm ridiculously strict on exercise. I've even exercised right through the flu before. I'm a Freelan. What can I say? We're stubborn folks.
Bekster,
When I was little and my mom was mad about something, she would iron, and bang the iron down on the ironing board. She did the same thing with the sweeper, banging it around on the floor.
That's probably why I never iron and sweep only quarterly.
I exclusively use the dryer method of ironing.
And about the hair... I have a great idea for your blog! Some day, stand in a steamy shower, or walk in the rain, and get your hair just as big as you can. I mean big, big hair! Then set your camera to its widest angle, take a picture, and put it on your blog.
Wouldn't that be fun?
I like that story about your mom - though I have a hard time imagining it. :) And I'm super thrilled to hear you subscribe to the good ironing theory. That makes me feel better.
About the hair....no way!!! I would have ZERO friends left if I admitted how bad it looked without serious intervention.
Bek,
Remember the words of the Apostle Paul, "Humble yourselves, big hair is a woman's glory."
Well... He said something like that.
I used to hear that verse a lot growing up. But we were a king james family and I think it leaves out the word "big." clearly james did not have a wife who was all about her hair! :)
BTW, left you a comment back about Grey's...just want you to know I'd never ever think you a hypocrite! :)
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