casualties, ultrasounds, and tuesday tv fun

it's like a bloodbath over here...pour out some of your 40 for:

-my right ankle- if you haven't seen me in a few months, i basically haven't been able to walk since mid-august.
-my left knee- thanks to 7 weeks of supporting my rapidly increasing body weight (no exercise + emotional binge eating), my already messed up knee is now burning, swelling, and cracking...loudly.
-joni (the 8 lb. chihuahua)- someone sat on her TWICE tonight and then stepped on her, again twice (and not even with the foot in the big-ass ankle boot)!
-my camera- it just....stopped. time for a new one, and i think i want to invest in something really fun...any recommendations?
-my frozen pea ice pack- ollie is currently nursing on a corner of it like a voracious infant.

in other news, i had my first ultrasound today.

ok, not that kind...but i finally got to go to physical therapy, and the therapy guru used an ultrasound machine to send good feelings into my ankle. it was magical. hopefully, i'll be able to walk before 2012. (back story: this injury did not happen while water skiing, kicking someone in the face, tightrope-walking, or anything else cool. it just happened...kind of like my camera. i'm a wee bit frustrated with how long it's taking to heal.)

well, i just realized how late it is. i guess the problem with recording every show that comes on tonight is that i can't use the red dvr light to tell time. now, i'm off to solve the biggest dilemma in my life: do i watch parenthood and feel like poop tomorrow, or do i scoot up the stairs on my butt and go to bed?


i know...i'm glamorous.

a happier time with my working camera (and my fuzzy green alter-ego)...i'll miss you, old friend.

hakuna matata

today, i decided to partake in one of my favorite activities: going to the movies alone! after a long week of having nosy adorable young people notice everything about me (a kid once pointed out my mustache while i was helping him with an essay), i love the anonymity of being someplace where no one cares what i say, do, or think.

another favorite activity of mine takes place only during summer afternoon thunderstorms: baking humongous m&m cookies while watching the lion king. i don't know why i do this, but it's spectacularly fun. since it did not rain AT ALL this summer, i missed out on this tradition.

obviously, i had to go see the lion king today. i even found some m&ms in my purse (a bag of them, not loose ones floating around the bottom with receipts and crumbs!). just when i had made my peace with seeing a movie in 3d, i found out it was playing in 2d, so i got to stay comfortably in 1994.

i had a wonderful time, but i realized that mufasa's death scene is much more painful when you can't hide behind the couch or run into the kitchen to "check on the cookies." ouch. i also finally figured out who this fool reminds me of...

ed the hyena!!!

all my underdogs

i live in a canine-dominated household. they are in my bed, on my furniture, underfoot when i am cooking, and following me into the bathroom. i sometimes worry that the amount of time i spend doing ridiculous voice-overs of their thoughts and rewriting pop songs to be about them makes me socially awkward. i obviously don't dwell on this, though, as i compose hits like "hey soul brotha." if you don't know me, or haven't seen me in a while, meet mi familia:

max the dog

 i got max in college (kind of by accident). we've had many adventures together, but he recently decided to move into my parents' pool. i plan to reclaim him if it ever gets cold here. (and yes, he has to fetch a ball in a sandwich baggie because his brother chewed a hole in it.)

oliver

 i adopted ollie last summer. he is an olympic-level barker whose favorite pastime is eating pinecones.

joni

i snatched this diva out of the middle of a busy street in march (while on a trip to taco bell...seriously). i tried to give her away, but she made herself at home (undoubtedly comfortable with a fellow lush).

they have a fabulous life, and meanwhile, i'm embracing/resigning myself to being the kooky dog lady!

a new hobby

i've decided i need something to do besides drinking cheap red wine and being married to my dvr. i spend an outrageous amount of time reading the blogs of others (strangers, if we're being completely honest), so i guess i'll try putting myself out there as well (not to mention that blogging appeals to the narcissistic writer in me...).

in between nagging me to produce a human grandchild and commenting on how dirty my house is, my mother is forever telling me to "be a writer." specifically, she wants me to write children's books. i teach middle school and therefore spend the majority of my time being kid-friendly. i need an outlet for, well, my actual personality. someday, i may work up the nerve to "be a writer," but this will have to do for now!