tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17336693264488964512024-02-19T09:02:38.016-08:00Crystal Pistol ... Secret life of an amateur ninjamind wanderings and wonderings in semi-stealth mode.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-36223229644560203272010-06-23T12:48:00.000-07:002010-06-23T12:49:52.665-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k9rzE5558dd9XRI_owwhh7_XV3CCUoeQWvpMAnPij6dNdHdjOlcFFSbnKRaKxfKkjqXxIALFX56ru-5hRQLgSiBsp6NarL0U8zEdOCcroMLCm3uRDv3edN56ofW4v60B96Xj1lhukbQ/s1600/Crystal.Otie2(2).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 31px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k9rzE5558dd9XRI_owwhh7_XV3CCUoeQWvpMAnPij6dNdHdjOlcFFSbnKRaKxfKkjqXxIALFX56ru-5hRQLgSiBsp6NarL0U8zEdOCcroMLCm3uRDv3edN56ofW4v60B96Xj1lhukbQ/s320/Crystal.Otie2(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486058572294491090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pL7H7v2M-l7OiCxWSyBlfVl1sr8L7so0C3sXNm3RDbXOAMvfy7R3BfkrY6b3RTU0PzdUPK5maAXhDrx7hoODkr4OjeKr6WbokJ-qYMvkHeuFWGxsMkNKDczjEmUqMvemhIbMCSucnNo/s1600/Crystal.Otie2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 31px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pL7H7v2M-l7OiCxWSyBlfVl1sr8L7so0C3sXNm3RDbXOAMvfy7R3BfkrY6b3RTU0PzdUPK5maAXhDrx7hoODkr4OjeKr6WbokJ-qYMvkHeuFWGxsMkNKDczjEmUqMvemhIbMCSucnNo/s320/Crystal.Otie2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486058498065165490" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-58093360588090253102010-04-21T15:23:00.000-07:002010-04-30T15:11:37.023-07:00New blog!! please Follow me!!! :)I am starting a new Blog in addition to this one. it is called <a href="http://www.Snackinthecity.blogspot.com">Snackin in the city!!! </a> it will be all about my ( as well as friends) foodie adventures. Please follow! it promises to be a fun ride!! ;) go there to read about my Veggie Double Down experience.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-51023453565390567892010-04-09T18:16:00.001-07:002010-04-09T18:16:24.567-07:00I don't play my cards close<br>Don't have enough vicesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-51355639865570069082010-04-07T23:32:00.001-07:002010-04-07T23:32:33.048-07:00Sometimes it not about what it is about. Sometimes you just need something so small to change something so big. jeeze. Good night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-21794936529393870242010-03-12T15:58:00.000-08:002010-03-12T21:32:36.528-08:00Back in the Saddle Again... Kinda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivr4a2wALCtttpZ19KpvYrhRVDgvnUy_sTxDMGI2QkYQXNNU5PtZ1kZ_xTAWObalcdyNzLyyiZPDpxUVheSA4SJtSZiSiWnIP35y8n9u8RRSyTqkrcujjuQRTgrG5sz3dQrEAfQ7tze2m6/s400/chicken+and+fraidy+cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivr4a2wALCtttpZ19KpvYrhRVDgvnUy_sTxDMGI2QkYQXNNU5PtZ1kZ_xTAWObalcdyNzLyyiZPDpxUVheSA4SJtSZiSiWnIP35y8n9u8RRSyTqkrcujjuQRTgrG5sz3dQrEAfQ7tze2m6/s400/chicken+and+fraidy+cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Today was officially the first day I have gotten back on my bike since the accident I had on Halloween. Lets just say my arm wasn't the only thing I scarred that day. I kinda of freaked out. I never thought I would be the least bit apprehensive about getting back on Mimi but I was. Every pothole and crack in the street looked as if disaster would be on the other end(i may have cried a little.). But with some tough love (too tough if you ask me) I made it the 3 miles to Kozy to get my tune up. <br /><br />This coming form a girl who did 60 miles in 80 degree heat and 40 in a downpour on industrial streets... I felt kind of silly freaking out over 3 miles in mild weather. Hopefully i will have my confidence back sooner then later because I really enjoy riding my bike and I wanna put a ton of miles on it this summer! Wish me luck!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-81003360025384459792010-03-11T03:37:00.001-08:002010-03-11T03:37:33.526-08:00Trust is a complex thing. It is not automatic. It is not given lightly. It is easily dissolved. Is there ever really a method to madness? can you trust madness?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-41207656224145701932010-03-10T18:12:00.000-08:002010-03-10T18:21:05.773-08:00Good things about today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/12426-bigthumbnail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/12426-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Well I haven't done a list in a while, so I decided to do a fun one. <br />Here are some good things about today:<br /><br />1) fancy grilled cheese sandwiches<br />2) Chocolate covered Gummy bears <br />3) sun was out! <br />4) makeup looked good today <br />5)**secret** <br />6) work is almost overAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-51585054286727391832010-03-10T15:49:00.000-08:002010-03-10T15:54:49.999-08:00Things of note....So I am back on the sauce and by the sauce I mean Facebook... it is quite underwhelming. I kind of want to quit again as it is already making me paranoid, crazy and irritated... ( a mild exaggeration... ) I'll give it a day...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-7780233539394593612010-03-08T12:24:00.001-08:002010-03-08T12:24:27.606-08:00Amazing news!: Still haven't gone crawling back to facebook... full story at 9 (ish).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-54995249388921816592010-03-05T14:24:00.000-08:002010-03-05T18:33:58.769-08:00Scar tissue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheh5fRDibdxUg0PyRXiZ9ZZwmkKAV_SV_bnU8vOKvF5-1D-Jr8Mkg93cJcbBEetDZD1_GTKkm-At0IYx7YhGPmfCU5kSsOR-Vs_gTPnGUQIpwG2gaGnJpKloBQUpEEFz43chqLCswuY6s/s1600-h/1211091211.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheh5fRDibdxUg0PyRXiZ9ZZwmkKAV_SV_bnU8vOKvF5-1D-Jr8Mkg93cJcbBEetDZD1_GTKkm-At0IYx7YhGPmfCU5kSsOR-Vs_gTPnGUQIpwG2gaGnJpKloBQUpEEFz43chqLCswuY6s/s320/1211091211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445343505520668594" /></a><br />I haven't blogged about my robot arm for a long time but I have been thinking about it. My elbow has been healing nicely and I have almost my full Range of motion back!! woot woot... the only way anyone can tell that I have been in an accident is the semi-doozie of a scar on my left elbow. <br /><br />Before I got to this point in the healing process I would have freaked out if you told me I would have had a scar (a tad bit vain... in a healthy way I suppose), but now I am <strong>Glad</strong> the scar is there, it reminds me of that faithful Halloween afternoon that began the chain of events that changed my perspective about many things in my life. <br /><br />My perfectly pink scar reminds that when ever I think I just simply cannot do something (like touch my face or flex my bicep or move my arm at all) that if I keep trying and push myself I can. <br />It reminds that I have a great guy who is willing to take care of me when I cannot take care of myself (even when I am a complete asshole). <br />It reminds me that my parents aren't allll bad.<br />It reminds me not to sweat the petty things and life and think about what really matters.<br /><br />So when I look at my scar I don't feel bad about it at all I see a reminder and a lesson learned.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-32672618888233812342010-03-03T18:44:00.001-08:002010-03-03T18:44:53.271-08:00A small update on progress: I have not logged on buuuut I have thought about it. mostly I worry about people thinking I have blocked them... Oh well :/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-12870672441554468312010-03-02T23:52:00.001-08:002010-03-02T23:52:41.311-08:00Quick thought before bed: twitter might have to go. Context missing = me losing my mind... over annnnd outAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-47508894744444741732010-03-02T18:27:00.000-08:002010-03-03T00:04:59.321-08:00The De-socialization of Miss Pierce<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HvSIGJCTrbZbBUQkotfKtrFqu6L60AAIQLmi_vb3BPV7ZDlTsZWP4I2-A6bkbCeH9uCqid5vYAFKIny4mPxVT8_JSfqTd6HmM7km0HBqzyga35XGiGCwYPPNIICxgF2T_qzk4znG47Jy/s400/facebook-death.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HvSIGJCTrbZbBUQkotfKtrFqu6L60AAIQLmi_vb3BPV7ZDlTsZWP4I2-A6bkbCeH9uCqid5vYAFKIny4mPxVT8_JSfqTd6HmM7km0HBqzyga35XGiGCwYPPNIICxgF2T_qzk4znG47Jy/s400/facebook-death.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I, like many (many as in all 4 of you who actually read my blog) of you, have a Facebook, Myspace and/or twitter account. I often pondered stepping away and giving one or more of these sites up and just relaxing in peace. To be fair I haven't activley used myspace in well over a year or more . I have logged in every now and again out of curiosity but I have not actually done any networking per Se. Facebook on the other hand has turned in to a constant part my life. I log in on my phone at work and at home when I can and it has gotten out of control. I actually feel like I have Facebook beef with someone and this is when I stopped my self... <br /><br />It is not real life ok... <br /><br />While I do see this person in real life, there is no possible way she would dare say anything to me in person. No guts... <br /><br />That all aside, I need to get back to real life where real action meets real consequence. It is easy to type something without thinking, but if you cannot say it or do it in real life... well all you are is a lump of flesh behind a keyboard and a mouse... <br />All my real friends and lovers know how to get in touch sooo I am saying farewell to facebook for a few weeks. and hello to real life. (twitter on the other hand... :) ) Now that i am making this public I am positive all my friends will keep me an honest woman.<br /> If you wanna catch up come with me to yoga, get some coffee with me, or grab some lunch! Until then Farewell Facespace!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-2973838491810026772010-02-21T19:11:00.000-08:002010-02-21T19:28:59.518-08:00So Far in Feb... Yogi to be?<a href="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/yogi-bear-show-02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 511px;" src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/yogi-bear-show-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />SO I actually started Bikram yoga this week with my boyfriend and we love it but unfortunately have spent more time buying yoga gear then working out in class... <br /><br />Our first session was on Thursday and it was hot!! and I am not talking about all the half naked people in class... The room is literally 105 degrees... Water and a towel are a must and it also behooves you to wear as little clothing as your modesty and the law allow! <br />the class is 90 mins and takes you through a variety of poses from standing to lying down, all with varying degrees of difficulty. I have committed to a 31 day package and I am doing my second class next week (with cute new tiny shorts thankyouverymuch!) I will keep you all updated on my progress or lack thereof... and breathe!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-67343640463639266302010-02-01T14:07:00.000-08:002010-02-01T14:26:10.868-08:00RANT RANT RANT *one of the guys* and other girl types that piss me off...<a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/31938.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/31938.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I have pretty flexible personality... I can get along with most people I can have an hour long convo with most people on many subjects. Except for a few girl types. Not all girls.. I have plenty of gal pals but just a select few groups of girls really grind my gears.<br /><br /><strong> the "I'm one of the guys" or "I don't get along with other girls girls"</strong><br />SO legitimately there are girls who are one of the guys.. they chill, and can hang with the guys and talk sports/music/ comedy/farts/... those are not the girls I am talking about... I am talking about the type of girls who like to hang with the guys but all they do is talk about sex... or refer to having some kind of sexual contact with them... just so you know guys don't talk about having sex with each other unless they are gay... so if you are talking to a group of straight gentlemen about giving them hand jobs... you are Not one of the guys... you are kinda just the smut talking chick that gives them boners when you hang around. <br /><br />and if you are a girl who consistently says that they cannot get along with other girls.. either you are a bitch and people can't stand your ass or you only hang around with bitches... usually its the former... so check your too good for other gals tude at the door at the door and sit down and do your nails with me and help me dye my hair!! bitch! <br />LOL :)<br /><br />OK RANT DONE!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-36683192931345406262010-01-22T20:17:00.000-08:002010-01-22T20:29:19.487-08:00Yoga? me? ok....<a href="http://lovingtelaviv.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/yoga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://lovingtelaviv.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/yoga.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />So tomorrow begins my Yoga regimen. I at first was just going to do the hot yoga.. buuuut I decided to try a couple of different styles first. I have done it before but not since my accident <a href="http://crystal-loves-ninjas.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-14-as-i-hen-peck-away.html">Ouch my arm!!!</a>. My doc said it was ok ... but we will see how many downward dogs I can do (pause)... Ok wish me luck!!!! I'll update you tomorrow.... eeeekAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-18005361531414258682010-01-17T16:03:00.000-08:002010-01-17T18:37:23.286-08:00The perfect Censored Girlfriend<a href="http://potluckandpropaganda.com/uploads/images/censored.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 240px;" src="http://potluckandpropaganda.com/uploads/images/censored.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Ok, so most people who know me know that I am not into women's magazines... especially ones that tell you either obvious or insulting information about pleasing your man (oh really, men like blow jobs? who knew!).... This whole industry feeding off (or creating) the insecurities of women really irks me. Today while at work one of my co workers found an article of Yahoo and brought it to my attention. It was called: 10 Things You Should Never Say to Your Boyfriend. Here is the intro to the article:<br /><blockquote>You pride yourself on your open, honest relationship. But that doesn't mean you should blurt out any thought that comes to mind. Sometimes, a comment that seems perfectly harmless to you might be hurtful, awkward or just plain irritating to your boyfriend. Excelle has identified 10 such comments. Ignore us at your own risk!</blockquote><br /><br />Oh god forbid we ever say anything awkward or irritating.... let me get my Stepford gear together....... <br /><br />This made me laugh out loud; I had to keep reading. The list ranged obvious to offensive and everything in between... I will admit that I am guilty of some of them but really don't feel that bad about it... <br />Below I will list some of the 10 deadly sinful comments and what I think about them... I am sure most people will agree... <br /><br /><strong>1) My ex did the exact same thing!</strong><br />DUH! no one wants to be compared to anyone else.... do we even have to mention this?<br /><br /><strong>2)Don't burden him with someone else’s secret</strong><br />Basically the author means don't tell him something that he is supposed to keep a secret ... Like telling him one your friends is pregnant.<br />Ok so if you can't tell your partner this kind of news who can you tell. Sharing things like this shouldn't be a burden. Especially if it is good news! share the wealth! if you can't trust your partner with a secret maybe you should be questioning your relationship...<br /><br /><strong>3) "When we're married/have kids..."</strong><br />Yea.. I am gonna say it again DUH! If this is a new relationship... <br />but if its been a few too many years later and the ball isn't rolling along.. skip the future talk and start the "shit or get off the pot" talk...<br /><br /><strong>4) "I hate your mom" or any other pet relative etc</strong> no shit!!! like he is gonna pick you over the people who gave him life... DUH<br /><br />there where more but most of them obvious.... thanks to articles like this I envision a million women censoring everything that they say to their partners- While I am not gonna go on announcing my bodily functions to people I would certainly rather do that then not be able to be myself around someone I love...<br /><br />here is the link to the origial article:<a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/10-things-you-should-never-say-to-your-boyfriend-562952/"> YAHOO!</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-43096598402230680022009-12-24T16:26:00.000-08:002009-12-26T16:22:42.590-08:002009 in review...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3hmC3y6vYTMnu8RJdtS4XwwovxeRtifMiT2jEzJzZdeWno-GyewTe2kKgzKqqIEuxspn_dVgB5UFx0Cq5owt-Vo-plPS1I69-yrHP33BQC3Np0g7xsma1dz9g8mfYQx7ih1fCVSmjq8/s1600-h/wonderfullife.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3hmC3y6vYTMnu8RJdtS4XwwovxeRtifMiT2jEzJzZdeWno-GyewTe2kKgzKqqIEuxspn_dVgB5UFx0Cq5owt-Vo-plPS1I69-yrHP33BQC3Np0g7xsma1dz9g8mfYQx7ih1fCVSmjq8/s320/wonderfullife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418972778562535762" /></a><br />Looking back on this year I am surprised I survived... It had some very high highs and very low lows... <br />I got out of an 8 year relationship, did some thinking, did some dating,and started a new awesome relationship. <br />I got a tattoo and a new piercing and learned to ride a bike. rode said bike 60+ miles one day...<br />Although I am a cubs fan I had 2 new cubs experiences this year: a roof top game and a Cubs sox game! <br />I also had another first... a broken bone.. I fell off said bike :/ and had another first, Surgery! Now I have a new metal plate... Womp womp! and learned I can't handle Jameson ( the hard way) cant forget the 3 total ER visits :/ <br /><br />But the good outweighs the bad<br />I have danced more than ever this year!had an amazing birthday!Went to the No Doubt concert, Rock the Bells and Lollapalooza.... I also went to San Fran!!!! made new friends and reconnected with old ones... realized this year that EVERYTHING happens for a reason... There are still a few days left but so far I feel like I am winning!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-38970821707078029052009-12-15T15:24:00.000-08:002009-12-24T16:25:49.948-08:00Resolutions<a href="http://oolongiv.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/happynewyear-2000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 324px;" src="http://oolongiv.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/happynewyear-2000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />SO There is a solid 16 days left of 2009... here are a few resolutions I'd like to throw out there for 2010... <br /><br />1) clean and organize my room (even if i have to pay someone else to do it) <br />2) graduate from college.... <br />3) cook more (eating in restaurants is expensive) <br />4) pay down my debt! <br />5) continue biking <br />6) start jogging again <br />7) get my passport <br />8) use my passport<br /> :) thats it for now.. please help keep me on track friends!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-18822613500496802542009-11-23T17:40:00.000-08:002009-11-23T20:07:28.163-08:00lets get physical! (therapy)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVzBXaYnnmautF9KgArzRDf_MYGb82SprhTz1VpgNqtunhLavWIkyzano9UoOMS3bm4re4cPIqoinQ0aurrx4fQjA9kCYpc5dxyaVGh_2hf6Z0y72rYRFfseiE_rZKORBTP13TD4OJhc/s1600/compression+sock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVzBXaYnnmautF9KgArzRDf_MYGb82SprhTz1VpgNqtunhLavWIkyzano9UoOMS3bm4re4cPIqoinQ0aurrx4fQjA9kCYpc5dxyaVGh_2hf6Z0y72rYRFfseiE_rZKORBTP13TD4OJhc/s320/compression+sock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407481243021241778" /></a><br />Today was my first day of physical therapy.. ooooh the excitement. It actually was pretty cool. I progressed a lot in the first session and my therapist was impressed.... ( what can I say :) ) I also see that I have A lot of work to do on my own.. and I am not all that excited for stretching the crap out of my arm everyday 2x a day... But I am excited about being able to touch my hair and put eyeliner on and flex my arm all the way, so I'll do what I must. wish me luck world..! <br />On another note... Surgery is expensive my new metal plate would have cost upwards of $25K without insurance... Hurry up Lawmakers get your act together.. not everyone is as lucky as me....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-31187459248102122582009-11-15T08:57:00.000-08:002009-11-15T09:04:05.982-08:00a New List ... cast perks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/images/4/2008/11/cast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 890px; height: 890px;" src="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/images/4/2008/11/cast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Ok so here is a partial list of the semi-perks of living in broken arm-ville<br /><br />1. Most of my home work deadlines got extended<br />2. catching up on TV/Movies<br />3. Spending less money<br />4. no work... <br />5. lowered expectations LOL <br />Im sure ill think of more ....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-3121619168666166332009-11-14T09:29:00.000-08:002009-11-14T09:44:43.025-08:00You weren't wondering buuut<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mattjmcd.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/high-five-300x300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.mattjmcd.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/high-five-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Casts are unsolicited high five magnets. My cast also has the power to make me 'hardcore'.... I may miss this thing.... nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-70768754644538541342009-11-12T07:56:00.000-08:002009-11-12T08:11:57.165-08:00day 13... as i hen peck awayI broke my arm on Halloween. during the day .... not under the influence thankyouverymuch. <br />I had surgery on my elbow on Monday the 9th. Because when I do something like.... i dunno... break an arm..... I do it all the way... so why get a little girl fracture when I can destroy my elbow to the point of surgical intervention. <br />while simple tasks have been a challenge.. I am super lucky to have the boy taking care of me for the better part of these 2 weeks... <br />a gal could only wish to have an extra set of arms around half as good as the ones I got... <br />enough mushy stuff.... <br />lets look at pictures <br /><br />my brace... useless I had this post er cast and pre surgery.. It sucked<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXYn_sljqIF0rdQKSgWsLrE96ip9BEGJCIQl63KYOM-mWpUKPdzD2-MLeFMEPOFIPB18YT1xRzp-s7qJLoOxTqaUEv8Yx0Ypzo1uEwSgsbF6XDHoFuIsZBqqqv-FCzUoBT4mRwwFAWHM/s1600-h/brace1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXYn_sljqIF0rdQKSgWsLrE96ip9BEGJCIQl63KYOM-mWpUKPdzD2-MLeFMEPOFIPB18YT1xRzp-s7qJLoOxTqaUEv8Yx0Ypzo1uEwSgsbF6XDHoFuIsZBqqqv-FCzUoBT4mRwwFAWHM/s320/brace1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403249556141309890" /></a><br /><br /><br />after surgery ... arm was completely numb for like 20 hours.... creepers <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHKRUNdjzCmCXTvLcW_VcM4KRjM9IMX7z68nIqSEo2-TRBuGa_Rg69sqaLdouCAf9l-Bd4em5tBEvCpy5RvkPxyBGUy5lWWeumqYPDLr_hNwyKi6Gz8i8VwkvOW6yRgkjDck2jxrIdpw/s1600-h/surgery.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHKRUNdjzCmCXTvLcW_VcM4KRjM9IMX7z68nIqSEo2-TRBuGa_Rg69sqaLdouCAf9l-Bd4em5tBEvCpy5RvkPxyBGUy5lWWeumqYPDLr_hNwyKi6Gz8i8VwkvOW6yRgkjDck2jxrIdpw/s320/surgery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403249027214469602" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-82261535531036895482009-10-16T17:51:00.000-07:002009-10-16T17:53:56.026-07:00Beware of the penis power LOL<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1754914&fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360" ><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1754914&fullscreen=1"/><embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1754914&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;">See more <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos">funny videos</a> and <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures">funny pictures</a> at <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/">CollegeHumor</a>.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733669326448896451.post-41470895678444485972009-10-11T20:53:00.000-07:002009-10-11T21:17:12.588-07:00Whining session .... WAAAA I want My life back<a href="http://z.about.com/d/pediatrics/1/5/F/N/crying_baby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/pediatrics/1/5/F/N/crying_baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />SO basically my time is being butt rapped by school... Also My Internet is gone at home :( double booski... <br />SO my birthday went off with outta hitch ( aside from hazelnut cake death) and I am now older... and negligibly wiser.... here's hoping I make it out of this semester aliveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696210206328041827noreply@blogger.com0