Bored? Me too

Words I've heard over the past week[ish]:

Hey, it's ain't like he's dead.

That's gonna leave an awesome scar.

You can kiss my left nut.

I aim to misbehave.

How many stitches??!?

Marriage is an institution... AND you have to be committed to it. If that doesn't sounds like a nuthouse to you, you should be in one.

Where would I be without Post-It notes?

Don't sweat petty things and don't pet sweaty things.

Disappointment just means your standards are too high.

I'm bored and uncreative right now... get over it.

Hey! You get pregnant! Look too long!

Thoughts abound

I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, mostly about fame vs the relative obscurity I currently live in. I'll do a post about it a little later. Right now, I wanna vent about the recent bad luck that's happened to me.

Incident 1:

I took a week off work to be a counselor at my old camp. It's always been fun, and this year was no different. But in the course of the week, I managed to pinch a nerve in my neck. How? I dunno... maybe throwing the kids into the lake for 2 hours a day, every day... but that's speculation. So I was off work for another 2 weeks after camp trying to rehab my shoulders and getting my neck cracked.

Finally worked, and my first day back at work (today)....

Incident 2:

I was pounding rebar, when the sledge hit with the edge and slipped off the bar, slicing my finger rather deeply (6 stitches deeply, actually). So now I'm off work again.

I'm not happy.



in the midst of all this, there is the added stress of finding work for the fall so that I can afford to move back to Edmonton, finding a place to stay in Edmonton until I can move into my friend's house, and family issues that I'll never discuss in this space.

typing with a splinted finger sucks.

did you know...? One year ago, I almost took off my hand with a chainsaw.

True story.

Wish it wasn't.