4.11.2013

LIKE A FLAMINGO



As I was balancing on one leg in the shower the other day I found myself surrounded with images of flamingos... the beautiful pink feathered creatures masterfully balancing on one leg. One long, tiny, stick-like leg to be exact. I then wondered why their legs never seem to atrophy, or fatigue. After dropping the Irish Spring for the 5th time I lost my train of thought (and balance), hopped out of the shower on one leg and felt grateful that I wasn't a flamingo after all. Well, at least I think I did. 

Surgery. Right heel. Bone spur. Chronic pain (granny alert) most likely caused from soccer. Overuse. Well, actually most likely caused from wearing a pair of sexy Puma cleats in college that were well, quite frankly, thexy. But yes, they were a size too small. And they did the job. And so as a result I paid the price for many years following the glory days until I was encouraged to get 'er done. Just a little chisel-fa-chisel to the heel bone and call it good. Well, one month post op and I'm out of the cast (hot pink, black bow and glitter... of course), now in the boot (not nearly as cute) and on my way to recovery. Not being able to walk, drive, shower without bustin' the flamingo, etc. has taught me so many things. Some silly. All valuable... all treasures worthy of noting:

1. I took for granted so many things I was able to do with two healthy, working legs... like being able to get into the car at any time and drive myself to Brown Jug (yes. of course, the driving foot).

2. When you read comments online such as "get the scooter" from people who have gone through the same surgery... GET. THE. SCOOTER. My scooter has earned personalized license plates.

3. The scooter gracefully scoots over most items on the floor (ie: laundry, hippo, Pirate's Booty, etc.), however it does not scoot well over wigs. In particular, an afro wig. 

4. Buzz, "the cast guy," loves his job. When I grow up I hope to love my job, too. 

5. Glitter really does make everything better... even on a cast. Even at 40 years old.

6. If you had an issue with mis-matched socks before... wearing a cast for a month post surgery adds an entirely new flair to that dynamic. Think about it. Can't find the other sock? No biggie. Don't need it anyway.

7. You will be asked to wear a shower cap during surgery. And it's not attractive. Yet when your surgeon visits you right before you get knocked out there's something oddly comforting (and humorous) about seeing him wear the exact same hair accessory. I think I may have giggled when I saw him. Then I thought to myself, "Oh wait... we're wearing the same thing." 

8. When the anesthesiologist tells you he's about to give you your "margarita" it really is better than the real deal. Believe him. Savor the moment. Tell him all of your secrets.  

9. Gavel to Gavel can be more entertaining than recorded Bachelor episodes. 

10. I have long toes. 

11. The thought of my post-cast hairy legs scared Tierney more than my monster voice.

12. Mumford + Sons = Therapy. Blue Cross member #: 061113.

13. After being able to watch morning TV for the first time in what feels like forever, I learned that I secretly want a job on the Today show. Paige for hire. That's Page with an "i." I won't wear pantyhose ever again but I will spray tan if it helps the ratings. 

14. The Target handicap scooters are much slower in real life.

15. Not many things frighten Helga, the sweet cleaning lady from Poland. But when she asks you where the vacuum cleaner is, and then you pause... and then scratch your head... and then pause again, she's officially frightened. 

16. Even Jane Fondas--aka donkey kicks and corkscrews--manage to to get one out of a funk.

17. "So Cruel" provides the perfect beat for donkey kicks.

18. Leaving Darwin's after midnight-- on crutches-- is harder than it looks. 

19. Mariette 58. Still up for discussion. However, never underestimate the mason jar... think mobile hobbling without wine spillage. 

20. Family and friends are treasures and surprise you with their sweet generosity... especially when you least expect it. 

6.04.2010

IN HONOR OF GARY COLEMAN . . . CLASSIC




5.04.2010

THE AVETT BROTHERS
My latest song crush . . . love their sound (and suspenders).

4.16.2010

UM, I'LL HAVE WHAT SHE'S HAVING . . .
(POST WISDOM TEETH REMOVAL COMEDY)

4.14.2010


APRIL SNOW SHOWERS BRING OUT THE GRUMPS
I've been neglecting my blog these days and my only excuse at this point in time is "LIFE." The past couple of months have not been without blog-worthy joy, stress, emotion or fun, but the chaos that comes with everyday life with two toddlers has been all-consuming. Instead of writing at the end of the day, I have been decompressing with an adult beverage of some sort, music and M&M's (if I'm lucky). I realize that this is perhaps not the ideal stress reliever (what would Dr.Phil say?) but it works. Still, I have missed the writing. Especially when I am overcome with emotion much like I was this morning when I looked out the window to see at least 5+ inches of new snow piled on top of my car. I was discouraged, to say the least. But all I needed to do was look at one picture to take me to my happy place:




















My sweet baby nephew Owen Thomas taking it all in on the lanai in Hawaii. TCT and PMT would certainly approve...

2.05.2010


"I GOT SOME FANCY SHOES TO TRY AND GIGGLE AWAY THESE BLUES"

My brother and sister-in-law introduced me to Brett Dennen a while back and I've since then been listening to his albums and enjoying his music more and more every day. The other night I played this song (loudly) as I prepared dinner (with wine in hand) and as I listened to the lyrics it literally stopped me in my tracks. Although it was not the first time I had heard this song, it moved me for the first time. I listened to it over and over because in some small insignificant fashion I could relate to what he was saying even though I hadn't a clue as to what he was singing so passionately about. I didn't care. It didn't matter. It made me happy. It made me miss my parents. And think about where I am. What I've lost and what I have. It moved me.


When I heard the news,
My heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore

In these trouble times it's hard enough as it is

My soul has a known a better life than this


I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
While others don't seem to feel a thing

Then I curse my whiteness,
and I get so damn depressed,
In a world with suffering,
Why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a women who lives in Colorado,
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door

Where everyday she prays for all whom are born

And all whose souls have passed on


Sometimes my trouble gets so thick

I can't see how I'm gonna get through it

but then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
Then be tied to it
There is so much more.


I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit

I can't get used to my body's limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and giggle away these blues
(red peep toes, with bow)

They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing
(don't worry baby)


I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die
When I die.

12.23.2009

MY KIND OF TREE
From Shanghai China, this tree was made with 1,000 full Heineken beer bottles. I don't really know why, but I would have never guessed you'd see a tree like this in China . . . my front yard perhaps, but not in China.


12.18.2009

DIDN'T WE COVER THIS IN PRE-MARITAL COUNSELING?
RULE #3
Never mock your wife for having a chocolate stash.

RULE #2
Instead, a husband must try very hard to appreciate and understand the importance of the stash.

RULE #1
Never take the last Ghirardelli dark chocolate caramel square from your wife's stash and leave the empty bag (insert dramatic gasp here) without fessing up to the crime or replacing it with something of equal or greater value within minutes of the incident.

Bottom line: A stash isn't a stash without the goods. Don't mess.

11.27.2009


















I am thankful for . . .
OWEN THOMAS TIERNEY

(who will soon be introduced to Hippo, Hello Kitty, pink sequins, tights, princess dresses and Little Ponies.