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March 27, 2003
Owie owie ow ow ow.
My left wrist is killing me. I have no idea what, if anything, I did to hurt it, but it feels like I broke it, it hurts so bad. What's worse is that I am left-handed, so I am essentially crippled until my wrist decides it doesn't want to hurt anymore.
Honestly, I didn't do anything. I make it a practice to never exert myself, if possible, but this kind of thing happens to me all the time. When I was pregnant, I pulled a muscle making the bed (you laugh now, but trust me, when you're massively pregnant, anything is possible). I hurt myself so bad that from time to time, I'll reinjure myself by merely making the bed again. And yes, I do know how pathetic that is.
Of course this had to happen on a day when my son is acting like he's on crack. He hasn't stopped moving all day long, except when he took a 3 hour nap--from 3 to 6, of course, which will now mess up his bedtime. Seriously, though, he's been up since before 7, and he's been like a little monkey on speed all day long--a monkey who thinks that I would make a terrific climbing wall. Certain body parts should never be used as climbing holds. I'm just sayin'. He also barely ate anything today and didn't want to nap. When he finally went down, I crashed too--and we both woke up just as Daddy was coming home from work. Ooops.
Then the only thing he would eat is a PB&J sandwich (thank you, Smuckers, for inventing the Uncrustable!), so now he's reeling from the sugar high. Looks like we're in for a loooooong night.
Gina 9:19 PM
March 24, 2003
Dear Weather Gods:
Make up your freaking minds. My poor sinuses can only take so much.
Love,
Gina
Gina 10:58 PM
Academy Awards. Meh.
I missed 99% of the show, since we were driving back from the farm at the time. Besides, my little guy did not get a nap today (unless you count 20 minutes in the car going to the store), and to say he was cranky would be, well, I can't think of a suitably understaded and yet hyperbolic comparison, but yes. Cranky. We were watching a Baby Bach video to wind him down for possible nappage, and the image of a top (as in spinning top, toy, you get the idea) just freaked him the hell out. Complete and utter panic that would not stop.
Later, when we were getting ready to go, I tried the video again. All was well until that top came on the screen, and again, total freakout. He watched this same video the night before with no problems whatsoever. It was very strange. I had to take him into a darkened bedroom before he would calm down, so I'm thinking it had something to do with being overtired and overstimulated, but damn. You'd think aliens had abducted him in the middle of the night and performed tests on him with something that looked like that top.
But anyway, Academy Awards. I saw exactly none of the movies nominated for awards this year. Hell, I haven't seen a movie in the theaters since before my kid was born. I've more than made up for it with my Netflix subscription, though. Gawd I love Netflix. Wish I had seen more of the awards just because I like Steve Martin and think he's the best host in years and years.
But more importantly, my wonderful friends Sam and Jennie Hozman (see link at right) sent me their tape of the last Angel, so I can finally see the end! Wheeeeeeee! I love them very very much.
Gina 12:42 AM
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