People make fun of me because of how cautious I am. Please note, I'm lots better than I used to be, and take more risks now.
However
Given the rate at which I hurt myself now, despite being careful, I can only imagine (and shudder at) how often I'd be injured and how large my ER bill would be if I was less careful. I'm just too accident-prone; I even wrote a poem as a freshman in college about how accident-prone I was.
Usually it's just bruises and bumps of whose origin I haven't got the foggiest (e.g., Africa). Others, I know exactly what happened (e.g., Humphrey and Morpheus). Often, it's walking into a door frame or skinning my knuckles on the cheese grater or smacking my head on a cabinet. Sometimes it's just weird...like the iron imprinted onto my arm, or the scars from a lizard biting me. Yesterday's less-than-intelligent case in point: I sa-MASHED my thumb opening our living room window (it's hard to explain how without a visual of the window; just know it took a pretty hard pinch/hit, enough to put an ice pack on it). I'd probably have broken it had I hit it nearer to the joint. It hurts a lot now (and has already started turning pretty colors, that will likely be a rainbow in a week or so).
Anyway, you can make fun of me for being cautious if you want - but I've got reason.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
A week of small happinesses
It's spring break, which means I don't have to teach or hand in homework. I've never been so stoked about spring break before, possibly because I've now gone two years without it. It's wonderful - less work, and more time sleeping. My roommate and I did no work all weekend. So, having less book work/studying (although I need to do lots between now and Monday), this week has permitted small things that have made me happier:
- Going swimming!
- Cooking corned beef and cabbage on Sunday, like a good 1/16 Irish girl. It turned out quite well, and I have enough to feed an army.
- Watching "the gods must be crazy" Sunday night. VERY funny; that actor is a master of slapstick.
- Making corned beef & cabbage spirals Monday night (an invention/adaptation of mine) and...
- making my favoritest Mel - & - Mom sugar cookies (I'd say Heckman family, but she's Shelton-Heckman, and it just gets complicated). They're my favorite cookies ever, and I got to make them again for the first time in ages - using a snail cookie cutter, none the less!
- Wearing my hair in pigtails & a bandana Monday, with a fleece and chacos. It was camp chic, and I felt so much more like myself than I do in most other clothes.
- Biking with a friend from church Tuesday morning, out to Decatur and back. It was nice to go long enough to actually use all my gears, and not have to stop at a light every block. Of course, the time with a friend was wonderful, too.
- Sleeping in, did I mention that?
- This Saturday, I should be headed to Rita's for some free wooder ice!
- Going swimming!
- Cooking corned beef and cabbage on Sunday, like a good 1/16 Irish girl. It turned out quite well, and I have enough to feed an army.
- Watching "the gods must be crazy" Sunday night. VERY funny; that actor is a master of slapstick.
- Making corned beef & cabbage spirals Monday night (an invention/adaptation of mine) and...
- making my favoritest Mel - & - Mom sugar cookies (I'd say Heckman family, but she's Shelton-Heckman, and it just gets complicated). They're my favorite cookies ever, and I got to make them again for the first time in ages - using a snail cookie cutter, none the less!
- Wearing my hair in pigtails & a bandana Monday, with a fleece and chacos. It was camp chic, and I felt so much more like myself than I do in most other clothes.
- Biking with a friend from church Tuesday morning, out to Decatur and back. It was nice to go long enough to actually use all my gears, and not have to stop at a light every block. Of course, the time with a friend was wonderful, too.
- Sleeping in, did I mention that?
- This Saturday, I should be headed to Rita's for some free wooder ice!
Friday, March 13, 2009
art intersecting life
Sometimes art captures life better than I can. Here's what I've been dwelling with lately. All are YouTube links because it's just easier and openly accessible.
"Resistor", by Brave Saint Saturn
Of late, this song has been a cautionary tale about where I might end up if I try to do everything myself, a truthful depiction of where I feel like things often are here, but also a reassuring picture of the community around me.
"The Guy That Says Goodbye to You" by Griffin House
A dear friend sent this to me a couple weeks ago, after hearing about some things that happened in February. I'm used to getting this sentiment as reassurance from friends (the standard "he doesn't know what he's missing, you're great", etc. etc. - clearly that never sunk in for me as something I believed). It's something I've struggled with even believing for God's view of me. But somehow...somehow...the chorus of this song finally drove it heart-home. Helped a lot that week.
"I Remember" by Griffin House
I started listening to more of Griffin House's music, and I really really like it. This one just kinda captures how torn I feel between honoring the men who have fought and are fighting and are laying down their lives to protect me, and what Christ would think of war.
"The Mollusk" by Ween
Ok, this is not a song I resonate with. But my officemate showed it to me and, surprise, I liked it a lot. Too bad there aren't more songs about mollusks.
As for how life is...February was rough. I'm glad it's over. And next week is spring break - no homework due!! WUHOO!
"Resistor", by Brave Saint Saturn
Of late, this song has been a cautionary tale about where I might end up if I try to do everything myself, a truthful depiction of where I feel like things often are here, but also a reassuring picture of the community around me.
"The Guy That Says Goodbye to You" by Griffin House
A dear friend sent this to me a couple weeks ago, after hearing about some things that happened in February. I'm used to getting this sentiment as reassurance from friends (the standard "he doesn't know what he's missing, you're great", etc. etc. - clearly that never sunk in for me as something I believed). It's something I've struggled with even believing for God's view of me. But somehow...somehow...the chorus of this song finally drove it heart-home. Helped a lot that week.
"I Remember" by Griffin House
I started listening to more of Griffin House's music, and I really really like it. This one just kinda captures how torn I feel between honoring the men who have fought and are fighting and are laying down their lives to protect me, and what Christ would think of war.
"The Mollusk" by Ween
Ok, this is not a song I resonate with. But my officemate showed it to me and, surprise, I liked it a lot. Too bad there aren't more songs about mollusks.
As for how life is...February was rough. I'm glad it's over. And next week is spring break - no homework due!! WUHOO!
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