*yawn*
I’m so out of shape.
I have been rotating ice and heat on my upper thighs to relieve the pain. Sitting is great. Standing is fine. It’s the in between of each that makes me sound and feel like a 88 year old man.
The first time I sat down to go pee my legs gave out mid way down and I fell INTO the toilet. The second attempt of going to the bathroom required me to use a stool, yoga ball and my robe strap. It didn’t work and I went crashing into the toilet mid way down. The embarrassment of asking my husband to hoist me down to the toilet is beyond words. I found that if I just fall off the toilet when getting off works better than trying to pull myself up.
This weekend was okay, I had help with the baby. Today was the first day that it was just him and I. He was going easy on me until he found that if he crawled up on my lap that Auntie Koo-Koo made funny noises and her face would contort into positions that would make him giggle. The little bastard found a new game he likes too, it’s called clapping and then slamming his head into my lap. I put the laptop on top of my legs to protect me and he figured it would be a good drum he could slam with his hand and dig the battery right into my throbbing legs.
It’s getting easier to lower myself and get up. I realized that the next wedding I am shooting I am going to wear comfortable shoes, not jump up and down from a chair to get pictures and certainly not insisting on dancing with the old man in the corner who looks like he hadn’t danced in years…because he could dance. And spin. And dip. I can’t blame the pain on Gwen Stephani. This is all my fault. The vicoden gave me a false sense of security in my active duties for the evening. Or it might have been the apple martinis. The fun weddings always hurt the worse.
On the way to the wedding I called my mom. I told her I knew my father would forget to call. He did. My brother who is closest to him called me and told me not to let it get to me because he even forgets my brother’s birthday.
SORRY. Not getting off that easy. He forgot to call his daughter AND his grand-daughter on her birthday…FOR YEARS. Shaun’s parents ALWAYS remember to give her a call, a card and a gift. SHAUN’S PARENTS! Not Dan’s mom and step dad. Not his Dad and step mom. MY NEW HUSBAND’S PARENTS!
My mother and sister always send cards and gifts and call her to make her feel special.
My dad, the man who I called ‘Daddy’ for twenty something years…didn’t call me. Didn’t call his grand-daughter.
Which made me decide. Fuck that shit. He’s buying her a Nikon D50 for high school. She took photography for all her electives for her whole duration of high school.
A bit harsh, but screw it.
Oh, that reminds me…SPF for next Friday: BEHIND
(don’t ask…)
12 responses to “Remind me to tell you about how I changed the spelling of my name in High School.”
hi kristine, happy birthday for yesterday. i read every day but yesterday was too manic to post a comment. i’m sorry :( so glad you had a day of realising how loved you are. those days are always good! hope those legs get better! xx
I’m laughing so hard trying to picture you using a stool, yoga ball and robe strap to get on the toilet!!!
Nice toilet issues.LOL
My dad forgets my birthday every year, too. His first child. Blah.
Go and get yourself a great deep tissue massage. You will feel better almost instantly. Trust me!!
I still talk to my dad almost weekly and he still doesn’t call me on my birthday. I don’t understand, and maybe it’s better not to try.
Happy Belated!
j.
Jeremiah sounds like he is keeping you busy!
Appletinis & Gwen Stefani, or any good music can be a very dangerous combination.
You need to stretch out those legs or get up and down on some more chairs. Sounds like you had quite the workout.
Love you oxoxoxox
Happy Birthday Kristine. I read here everyday, but haven’t posted. The birthday post from Shaun was amazing! And I think everyday that you sound amazing keeping that household going day in and day out. Hope the legs are better soon.
I hope you feel better soon.
I have a brother like that. His birthday is Thursday and I sent him a check. Mind you, he doesn’t have a permanent address. I had to send it to my ex sister in law because I knew he’d go over there to see his kids last week. No email, no call. Nothing. I saw online today that he cashed the check. Nice. He doesn’t remember any of my kids or my husband of nine years on their birthdays, but, by God, he can cash the check I send him for his birthday.
I can sooooooooooooo relate.
Hang in there.
My wedding was fun like that too. I can’t remember a lot of it but I do know that after all the good respectable people left we took over the DJ booth AND his microphone, there were Crayfish swimming in beer cups(I had an outside wedding)and there was pole dancing by some VERY drunk chic in a white gown. Best wedding I’ve ever been to!
I think SPF this week will be very good. Can’t wait all though I have no idea what I’m going to do.
Toliet hoisting, sounds like me when I started kickboxing. That’s a horrible feeling. You kinda ease your way down, about 1/2 way, then your legs give out and you just fall. Just hope you don’t fall onto a crooked toliet seat. Then you’re going right off the side and onto the floor. What a sight that woudl be! lol