My mom called this morning. After our usual discussion of the weather, a very prairie way to do small talk, my mother says:
Mom: So you will be here soon.
Me: Yes.
Mom: Is your hair long or short?
Me: Long. I can't get a hold of my hair dresser.
Mom: *Sigh* No.
Me: Yes.
Mom: You have to get your hair done so you look nice.
Me: Ummm.
Mom: You have to try. Okay? You can't come looking like that.
Me: Sure. Thanks.
Mom: Have a good day.
Me: Bye.
If you ever wonder why I am the way I am I suggest re-reading this post.
The recent history of Jenclyde World.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
DOG PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally built the dog park in Sims Freeplay! I feel like shouting & dancing up & down! I am a rock star, in my own world anyways. Wooohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Bruised ego...I mean leg-o
I am a klutzy person. This is a lifelong issue that I generally accept, minus the occasional embarrassment when I realize someone saw me at that inopportune moment. I often see a bruise suddenly and wonder what I bumped into yesterday. However, with my current work I am walking for hours a day, sometimes 6+ on a busy day. This is statistically creating significantly more opportunity for falling, tripping, slipping and sliding. Most of the time I simply stumble a bit and catch myself before falling. But, once in a while I totally fall and risk seriously injuring myself.
Last 'Fall' I sprained the same ankle twice within about a month or so time period. I did not actually fall, and probably would not have hurt myself so badly if I had. I have several scars from previous falls on pavement, both knees are permanently scraped up (from 2 separate falls, the worst was from a fall on the pebbled type driveway pavement, that crap does a lot of damage). I have torn pants several times. I have done somersaults, spectacular nose dives (arms & legs splayed), and fallen on my butt A LOT (the least painful way to fall if you have a generous amount of cushioning like I do),
Most recently I fell off a foot bridge over a small creek that I walk over frequently. For a couple of years now I have thought 'I better watch my step here, it gets a bit slippery and I am a big klutz'. My Nostradamus-like ability to divine the future finally came true and my right leg slipped and kept going off the bridge while my left leg stayed put on the other side. Luckily this was just along the far bank and not in the full flowing creek. Unluckily I fell on some pointy rocks and then rolled onto my back slightly stunned. My first thought was that I was glad that I was not unconscious or drowned. My next was that I was glad that I had not sprained my ankle again. My third was that I hope my phone is OK. My fourth was 'Yuck!' because my butt and back were soaked from the saturated mud along the edge of the creek. I lifted my butt up in the hope of reducing the amount of muck on my clothes while I gathered my wits about me. When I finally got up one of the dogs I was walking was looking at me with some concern but kept going once they saw me get to my feet. I checked my phone and it was only slightly damp so it worked fine. Then the hurt started to kick in as I hobbled the rest of the walk. I had trouble sleeping that night because I usually sleep on that side but couldn't anymore so I kept waking up every time I rolled over. It took 2 whole days for the bruise to appear which in my mind it is a terrible terrible bruise. My right thigh appeared a couple of inches wider from swelling where the bruise was showing. By the third day the bruise was actually black in colour which was the scariest for me as I wondered if you can actually die from a serious bruise ( I am a mild hypochondriac if you haven`t already figured that out). It`s been a week now and it's a little less sore and only a mottled red colour. There was a strange shooting pain in that spot yesterday while I was driving which again made me wonder if I can die from this but other than that I appear to be on the mend.
Man do I ever feel my age and more as I am hobbling around with my giant bruise, sore ankles, sore hip, and cracking joints! What another decade or two will do to me I am afraid to know.
Last 'Fall' I sprained the same ankle twice within about a month or so time period. I did not actually fall, and probably would not have hurt myself so badly if I had. I have several scars from previous falls on pavement, both knees are permanently scraped up (from 2 separate falls, the worst was from a fall on the pebbled type driveway pavement, that crap does a lot of damage). I have torn pants several times. I have done somersaults, spectacular nose dives (arms & legs splayed), and fallen on my butt A LOT (the least painful way to fall if you have a generous amount of cushioning like I do),
Most recently I fell off a foot bridge over a small creek that I walk over frequently. For a couple of years now I have thought 'I better watch my step here, it gets a bit slippery and I am a big klutz'. My Nostradamus-like ability to divine the future finally came true and my right leg slipped and kept going off the bridge while my left leg stayed put on the other side. Luckily this was just along the far bank and not in the full flowing creek. Unluckily I fell on some pointy rocks and then rolled onto my back slightly stunned. My first thought was that I was glad that I was not unconscious or drowned. My next was that I was glad that I had not sprained my ankle again. My third was that I hope my phone is OK. My fourth was 'Yuck!' because my butt and back were soaked from the saturated mud along the edge of the creek. I lifted my butt up in the hope of reducing the amount of muck on my clothes while I gathered my wits about me. When I finally got up one of the dogs I was walking was looking at me with some concern but kept going once they saw me get to my feet. I checked my phone and it was only slightly damp so it worked fine. Then the hurt started to kick in as I hobbled the rest of the walk. I had trouble sleeping that night because I usually sleep on that side but couldn't anymore so I kept waking up every time I rolled over. It took 2 whole days for the bruise to appear which in my mind it is a terrible terrible bruise. My right thigh appeared a couple of inches wider from swelling where the bruise was showing. By the third day the bruise was actually black in colour which was the scariest for me as I wondered if you can actually die from a serious bruise ( I am a mild hypochondriac if you haven`t already figured that out). It`s been a week now and it's a little less sore and only a mottled red colour. There was a strange shooting pain in that spot yesterday while I was driving which again made me wonder if I can die from this but other than that I appear to be on the mend.
Man do I ever feel my age and more as I am hobbling around with my giant bruise, sore ankles, sore hip, and cracking joints! What another decade or two will do to me I am afraid to know.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Updates on my first day off in a loooong time
I thought I should start with updates from my last post since I left all my readers hanging. Or perhaps there were none and therefore no one cares about my progress on the dog park. Whatever. I will share anyways for posterity or something.
The Runnur. It is perfect, almost, and works exactly how I hoped. It will move around and slip above my shoulders when I pick up dog poop but it doesn't swing like a pendulum and therefore solves my very specific problems nicely. I love all the different compartments. It was a bit challenging at first to find the right spot for stuff but I managed to figure out the best configuration. I only have a few problems that mar it's perfection.
Sims Free Play. Well, still no dog park but I did unlock the Salsa Dancing hobby which was exciting at first. However I am having a hard time winning all the awards and until I do I can't do the Break Dancing hobby. I shall continue on.
My 'perimenopause' is not 'perimenopause' at all. I have a fibroid in my uterus. It's not really serious but in order to keep it from growing and causing more problems my Doctor is keeping me on the hormone pills indefinitely. I didn't know anything about fibroids before, but apparently it grows from estrogen so once you get to menopause the fibroid may stop growing or even shrink a bit. Until that point it needs to be managed by reducing the estrogen in my system. Hopefully I won't grow a [bigger] mustache or start talking about 'tapping that' every time a cute girl walks by. The other end of the spectrum is a hysterectomy so I will take any pills the doctor recommends to avoid that, a mustache and machismo are a reasonable price to pay.
Anything new? Well it's my first actual day off in a long time where I have nothing planned at all. No visitors, no social events, no work scheduled, nothing. I even have food so don't need to go shopping. I of course have a crap load of house work to do but I can do it at my leisurely pace without stress and stay in my pj's all day if I choose. This is wonderful.
The Runnur. It is perfect, almost, and works exactly how I hoped. It will move around and slip above my shoulders when I pick up dog poop but it doesn't swing like a pendulum and therefore solves my very specific problems nicely. I love all the different compartments. It was a bit challenging at first to find the right spot for stuff but I managed to figure out the best configuration. I only have a few problems that mar it's perfection.
- Problem # 1 - I can't fold it easily so I can't stuff it in a larger bag when I go shopping. This is not a huge problem, I simply continue to wear it. It was a bit of a disappointment because I was used to being able to take off my work bag and tuck it into another one when I didn't have to work. It's more of a physical acknowledgement of being done work, which makes me feel like I'm taking a real break. No biggie.
- Problem #2 - Keys are meant to hang at the bottom on the clip but I despise jingling & beeping (it's a thing) so had to repurpose another compartment. I had trouble finding a good one, but eventually settled on the tool compartment. The issue is that I don't think it's meant to be accessed continually - I average opening maybe 10 - 20 times a day if I'm busy - and the threads started to fray and get stuck in the zipper. Eventually I noticed a hole developing in the seam so I need to get it fixed. I am not much of a handy person so I am not sure how to fix it properly or if I should get it exchanged.
- Problem # 3 - My carabiner watch is more exposed to the rain than with my previous bags so I need to fashion some sort of rain jacket for it to keep it from getting ruined. This is a challenge since I have a hard time getting any project completed in a timely fashion, if ever. My poor watch.
Sims Free Play. Well, still no dog park but I did unlock the Salsa Dancing hobby which was exciting at first. However I am having a hard time winning all the awards and until I do I can't do the Break Dancing hobby. I shall continue on.
My 'perimenopause' is not 'perimenopause' at all. I have a fibroid in my uterus. It's not really serious but in order to keep it from growing and causing more problems my Doctor is keeping me on the hormone pills indefinitely. I didn't know anything about fibroids before, but apparently it grows from estrogen so once you get to menopause the fibroid may stop growing or even shrink a bit. Until that point it needs to be managed by reducing the estrogen in my system. Hopefully I won't grow a [bigger] mustache or start talking about 'tapping that' every time a cute girl walks by. The other end of the spectrum is a hysterectomy so I will take any pills the doctor recommends to avoid that, a mustache and machismo are a reasonable price to pay.
Anything new? Well it's my first actual day off in a long time where I have nothing planned at all. No visitors, no social events, no work scheduled, nothing. I even have food so don't need to go shopping. I of course have a crap load of house work to do but I can do it at my leisurely pace without stress and stay in my pj's all day if I choose. This is wonderful.
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