Ok, really, it’s been almost 2 weeks. Almost 2 weeks already since this. And I am still in pain. Not bad, life-stopping pain… But more like every time it starts to feel better I do something crazy, like, oh food shopping so we can eat next week, and re-injure it. I really just need a few days of doing nothing. HA! Yea, right. And pigs will fly, and that cow will finally jump over the moon.
The best I can do is to relax on the couch as much as possible, and try to explain to the kids why I’m not going to be jumping up to bend to their every whim. Besides, sitting on the couch all day is bo-o-oring! yea. Extremely so. We watched the first 6 episodes of the Muppet Show Season 1 this morning, thank you Netflix. I’ve got a Mythbusters to pull out, but I want to keep that til tomorrow morning.
Let see… some other fun facts.. It’s 80 degrees in the house right now. Do I dare turn on the AC? Maybe I should check to see if AlGore is scheduled to return to the area… I want to know if spring is truly finally here, or if I should expect a sudden cold snap again. Temps are still low enough at night to warrant the heat on. So I’ve got the ceiling fans cranking trying to bring the temp down just a bit. doesn’t seem to be working though.
My kids are busy trying to beat the living crap out of each other. They read Sumo Mouse, and are now holding impromptu matches in the Geek’s bedroom. Judging from the ones I’ve seen run past for “owie bears” (animal shaped ice packs), I’d say BigBoy is winning. And judging from the yells and crashing noise, I’d say he just took down yet another opponent. *S* Hilariously enough, the Geek is in there singing that he has won every “wrestle” at the top of his lungs, yet he was the first to run past for an owie bear. *S* Methinks he takes after his Grampa.
Grampa would just declare victory, no matter the outcome. After the first Gulf war, it was even a running gag in our house. See, after we backed off, Sadam come out of his hole and declared, “We won!” So my Dad, despite the number of times he’d been beat down with the pillow, would always declare, in his best arabic-ish, “I von! I von! Heet me again-a!” (Funny, dad’s Arabian usually sounded more like a bad German accent, but whatever.)
I was supposed to start the meatloaf 30 minutes ago, but I was too busy typing, and doling out Owie Bears to notice the time. Oops.
For what it’s worth, it’s now 82 degrees in the house, and I turned on the AC. It’s taken me about 30 minutes to type all due to the forementioned wrestling matches. And since I really need to run the oven to cook the meatloaf (thankfully I was smart and prepared it last week!), I need the AC on or we will soon suffer meltdowns.
Time to hit publish. Get dinner in the oven, and settle the kids down a bit before someone gets all broken and bloodied. hope ya’ll have enjoyed the stream of randomness… At least it gave me something to do – that won’t further injure my back – for the oh.. 45 minutes or so. *S*