Mar 26 2008
now you’re stuck with me again
Hi. Here I am, back in business. Thanks again to all of you guest bloggers (I love you… group hug). While they were blogging for me, I was working a lot of hours. To be honest, I quite enjoyed the break, and I spent some time last week thinking that maybe I should try to get other people to blog for me all the time. Since I’m sure you’ve been dying to know what I’ve been up to while the Guestblogging Jamboree was going on, I will tell you. Because I’m nice that way. Here we go:
1. On the Saturday before St. Patrick’s Day, I went to a party at my friend John’s place. John and his wife buy and restore buildings and they used to own an art gallery in Battle Creek (home of Kellogg’s!) where all kinds of crazy events took place, like the time I made out with a sailor in the basement storage room and was later given booze by a lumberjack who sang songs, or the time I got trashed at a New Year’s Eve party (it wasn’t my fault — all the clocks were different so we had midnight about four times) and I made several new best friends I never talked to again, or the time we had a LitKicks art show/poetry reading and the party spilled over to a hotel and my friend ate a pie with his bare hands. But they have since sold the gallery and now own a building in a little town that nobody’s ever heard of, and they had a party there so I went. It was a lot of fun. It involved karaoke (I did not sing), John had me read a poem (but since I no longer produce new material I had to go digging through the LitKicks archives and I found something and I got up and said “I blame Caryn” for this, even though she wasn’t there) and I met a boy who smelled really good and also played the drums. He was just my Saturday Night Boyfriend though, because we didn’t exchange phone numbers or anything. Other than that, I drank a lot of beer. And then I came home and looked through the photos I took that evening and stuck four of them together and uploaded the end result to Flickr. I am such a good photographer when I’m not sober. Ta da. The end.
2. As previously mentioned, I worked a lot.
3. I got some new shoes. They’re black everyday flats and I bought them because I needed to replace the other black everyday flats that I had pretty much destroyed through years and years of walking. These are not as comfortable but I am holding on to the belief that this is only because they’re new, and by the time I get around to destroying them through years and years of walking, they will be perfect. And then it will be time for a new pair.
4. So I fucked up my back. I know I’ve written about this before, but it’s been awhile and there are people here now who weren’t there then, so anyway, it’s like this. Back when I was 18, my friend Stacy and I were convinced that it was a really good idea to take a rickety, hot-wired three-wheeler for a spin. I made her drive it because I took one look at it and said “Nuh uh.” Anyway the brakes went out and we hit a tree and tee hee! How fun! (Actually, it was pretty hilarious.) And I ended up with a back injury which meant that when I started college, I was that girl hobbling around campus very very slowly. So I’m fine most of the time, but every once in awhile, my back decides that what it wants to do is relive its former injured glory. And okay. I know that the spine has a natural curvature, but if you were to look at one head on, it would be straight. Like this: |. A column. Well, when I was initially injured, my spine went from being like this: | to being like this: S. A side-to-side curvature, which is not natural. It was amazingly painful (though I remember seeing the x-ray and saying “That’s awesome.”) So right now, though not as severely as when I was 18, my spine is like this: S instead of like this: | which means that I am kind of… crooked. Like I’m taller on the left than the right. And I have the mobility of a decrepit 85-year-old. And everything hurts. Wah wah whatever. I’ll live. And actually, all ouchiness aside, I think the whole mess is pretty hilarious. I’m weird that way.
5. I don’t really have anything to put here, but I felt like I needed to add a fifth item. Aren’t you glad I’m back?
I love being blamed. Glad you’re back, but not glad about your crookedy-ness.
missed you! you should fire that guest poster who invented that game show! she was horrible.
so my daughter’s visiting from America, and i can’t talk or respond, but hi! hope the back thing straightens out.
yoga might help - yoga likes backs of all shapes.
I am glad you are back. But the fact that your own back is busted sucks. If yoga doesn’t work out, try pharmies.
oh, you poor crooked girl. back pain is just no fun.
and yoga will probably work, but it won’t be fast. i say: try yoga AND pharmies together, for a really good time (and a giddy downward facing dog…)
You know, I would’ve said the same thing if I’d seen an X-ray of my spine looking like an S.
Just when I’m all empathizing you add a fifth item and make me laugh out loud. I’m thinking of getting a hopped up tricycle too - metallic purple