Where time ends...

Looking back, it's hard to believe that it has been over a week now since I've posted. Surely, there have been many a thing happening worthy of mention... but I forget all the relevant items. Mom came into town on Wednesday, which really explains where I have been; there has not been a whole lot of time to really sit down and write anything... we went shopping, to the Art Fair, cooked, went out for dinner, went to Monroe, watched a movie, moved a loveseat and table out to the trash, visited my garden, Farmers Market and generally just visited. It was a nice time and since she left this morning, I've gardened, did 5K worth of speed walking and very little jogging, made my 500th trip to Target, baked and cleaned. Now, I'm tired.

In the last week, I also started physical therapy. Seems that strained hip from the Avon 2-Day walk has not gotten any better. And I am really beginning to question a form of medical intervention that causes more pain. Thursday was my third session, and I left in some amount of aggitation to the afflicted area. By 5 p.m. I was physically ill from pain. I downed a few Tylenol and did some stretching, then went out for a walk with mom. I was sleeping by 730 on the floor and in bed by 830.

PT also provides you with exercises to do daily. What they fail to understand, no matter how much I tell them, is that this isn't new to me. The name for it might not be the same as what I call it, but once I learned what they wanted me to do, it was a no brainer. Try to do 2 sets of 10 they said, and if you can, do 30 total. I did 50 and still had no difficulty, no tiring, nothing they said would be an indicator to stop. Thursday, she said, OK I want you to walk at a normal pace on the treadmill for 5-10 minutes... no incline. Do at least 5, but 10 if you can handle it. I truly do not think they understand that despite this injury, I am very active and I am very good at not letting myself feel the pain. I've explained this in a few different ways. I've explained that I have spent the last 2 years training for marathon distance walks plus and have had personal trainers at least once a year to consult with and that I work out sometimes hours at a time... and they just nod and say yeah, okay, so can you walk at least 10 minutes a day? Very frustrating.

Aside from that bit of aggravation that will continue for at least the next 3 weeks; I did manage to splurge and buy myself a very sweet Wonder Woman purse at the Art Fair. Basically it is a box with handles and has vintage images of Wonder Woman from comics, promos featuring Lynda Carter, and other paraphenilia. A bit pricey, but entirely worth it.

On that note, I shall return later... possibly even this evening. In the meantime, I have yet to eat lunch and it is coming on dinner time.

The Wash. Post Makes a Funny

And I quote from today's Washington Post in reference to Paris Hilton's reassignment to electronic monitoring and confinement to her mansion:

It could not be immediately determined if personalizing the bracelet with Swarovski crystals would interfere with its transmission capabilities.

Nice touch, Mr. Booth.

Whadda week!! A migraine down and a week of crazy work... I finished my Friday off with a bout of cardio and strength training and am feeling back to normal! Which is just in time... tomorrow is my last long training walk... this time next week, I'll be in DC--probably having dinner with a friend and getting ready to get up BRIGHT and EARLY on Saturday. And by early, I truly do mean early as in 4 or 430.

I'm also taking on a garden this summer; and for those of you thinking... Did she just say SHE was going to garden. Yes, I did. I realize that is outside the realm you would normally picture me in... and it completely is. I've been asked what I am going to grow and really the only thing I've planned to buy for this garden so far is a hat, some gloves and those cute gardening shoes. If nothing else, I'll be properly accessorized--which is always my key to success in everything. CLEARLY with the right straw hat and shoes, veggies and herbs will grow in abundance. Isn't that how it works? Nonetheless, I'm terrifically excited about the prospects and look forward to my experiment with nature.

This week also found a sad--very sad--realization that Cocoa Krispies make me quite ill. I had blamed the migraine, but migraine-free, Cocoa Krispies make me very ill... bummer.

The highlight of my week, however, is that I have a brilliant new idea for a new story that I've almost worked through in my head to the point that I am ready to write. With any luck, I'm looking at a Pulitzer, but I'd settle for a movie deal.

I'm not old, just "retro"

Because I have some sense of social decency, I did not proclaim the following things out loud today while out shopping, but MUST get them out before they implode my head.

1. A tunic is not a dress. Nylons are not pants. Please go home and put pants on.

2. OMIGOD I just stepped back to 1980.

Phew! That's better... now I just have to figure out how to stop the scortching of my retinas and life should be good.

Number one, I think, goes without saying... and frankly, I don't feel like reliving it if you can't put it together.

Number two: I went shopping for spring and summer wear today. I walked into H&M, and amazingly it was once I PASSED the Madonna line that things got shady... and frighteningly very "retro." But it was when I stepped into Forever 21 (because they don't make a Forever 29, okay!?) that I was completely horrified. My mother warned me that someday, retro would be what I used to wear... and there it was, the fabulously plastic jewelry, the unflattering shoulder pads, and equally unflattering ribbed waisted shirts with poufy tops and off the shoulder necks. There was a time when oh, I wished I could buy all that wonderful fashion and wear it how it was MEANT to be worn, sadly that was 20 years ago and today, I can afford it, but I simply cannot. The sadness of the moment was not lost on me as I dragged myself into Sears to buy some "classic" summer shirts... my god, am I really this old?

And with the shopping expenditure, I've found that no matter how much I try, I just can't hack going into Ambercrombie and Fitch. I know their pants might have a chance of actually fitting me well... NOONE shopping in there has hips either... okay baby got back and that might pose a problem in A&F but I can't even begin to try. The store reeks of cologne that makes me sneeze and I stepped in, saw the Daisy Duke shirts and turned and walked right back out again. And at least Jessica Simpson made that last reference relevant again, cause I'm guessing Catherine Bach is a reference enjoyed by those who wore one big loopy earring and some leg warmers way back before it was retro. And apparently, leg warmers are now called footless thigh highs... or so said the package in Hot Topic today... Yes, Hot Topic is one more place I'm slowly being edged out of... I mean MY GOD, when did Blondie make a come back? Oh, right, they didn't--they are just fashion fodder. They did make music, do the under 20-somethings know this? Do they learn these things in school?