Be Somebody.

Today I decided to forgive someone who I’ve sort of held a grudge against for almost four years. While I’m still cautious, I feel good about my decision.

When I’m watching tv with my family and I say out loud that the person in the show looks familiar, then I figure it out and realize they were in The L Word. Can’t say that out loud. Whoops.

rendellstreet:

Do you ever see something that everyone likes and agrees on, but you’re just like

how I feel about boobs

(via girllovinggirl)

Today’s challenge: tie my shoes.

Biggest daily challenge: getting my shirt off.

Day 2 
1/14/13

It took me twice as long to get dressed, and twice as long to make the bed. In my defense, I have half as many useful arms. I was determined to bathe myself. That was fucking hard. But eventually I managed. I also found out my mom texted pictures of me from the clinic and the hospital to just about my entire family. Awesome. But my grandma doesn’t have text, so when she walked in I scared the shit out of her. My brother had to open the salsa for me and cut my steak for me. So anyone who sees me in the recent future, I’m going to be asking you for help a lot. That means you Erin. Don’t worry I can go to the bathroom and shower on my own. I’m so excited to show up to work on Tuesday, so I can explain to them that I’m an idiot and my efficiency might decrease a bit.

I can still work the TV remote!

The Broken Arm Diaries

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I broke my arm. Rest assured, it’s just my left arm. Righties all the way! So over the next month or two (I haven’t been to the orthopedist yet) I will be chronicling my experiences. Having been through this twice before, I know there are some interesting experiences to come. Let’s begin.

Day 1 1/12/13 (yesterday)
So here’s how it happened, I got mauled by a moose. Not really, but I was in the land of the mooses. So I was skiing when I hit an unexpected drop mid turn, took flight, and landed on my side, punching the ground. Then I proceeded to slide backwards down the hill for at least fifteen yards. It took about 30 seconds for me to figure out something was broken. After laying in the snow for two minutes, my mom finally reached me after picking up the garage sale I left all over the mountain. I got up ready to ski down to the clinic when all of a sudden five members of the ski patrol were hovering around me. I already had one ski back on. One asked me if I was going to faint. I said no, but I might vomit. And then I saw my breakfast again. After the third time my gum fell out, well that got a laugh, and the ski patrol lady told me I didn’t want it anyway, but I really really did. At that point my breath was awful. They tied up my arm real good, put me in a sled, and took me on the ride of my life. Not really, but it was fun. They got to the bottom and slid me in the clinic (that’s another story in itself), struggled to pull off my glove and jacket. All the while I was just hoping they wouldn’t find the flask in my jacket. They tied me up again with some cardboard, filed an incident report, nobody believed me when I said I was an advanced skier, and sent me to the ER. I sat there for seven hours to tell me what I already knew, my arm was broken. Then we went home and ate tacos.

Every time I went to the bathroom I had to have my mom button my pants for me, I have since figured out how to do that on my own.