Growing up, I always wanted to break my arm. No, I didn't throw myself from trees or down stairs (I did and still frequently trip, over myself and my words, but I attribute that to my general awkwardness), but I just thought it was so cool to see kids at school with their casts. I loved that they had a story to tell and that people would crowd around to sign their casts. I don't know that I even signed a cast. I must have, but I don't remember anyone asking me to sign their cast. I know that I marveled at many a plaster-shrouded body part in my day, though. I even recall spotting my first fluorescent cast. A late 80's innovation, I believe. The closest I came to this type of celebrity was when I had stitches on my hand, a pumpkin carving escapade, in the 3rd grade and a boy name Jacob helped me put my coat on and take if off again after recess. I wasn't popular. I wasn't even liked, that I can recall. I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be popular. Having a cast would have meant that I possessed the shiny object necessary to mesmerize the kids at school for a few brief moments. Even after the celebrity faded, I would have the signatures to wear around for a couple of days or weeks before the cast would be taken off. Always ambitious, I thought I thought that my cast would catapult me to permanent popularity. I would have a reason to talk to the other kids. Once they talked to me, they would like me, of course, and my arm would become my membership card to the world of social normality. Once ingratiated, I would remain in this place, even without my plaster fortification. It is sad to think that I wanted part of myself to be broken in order to get attention. To be liked, even briefly, by the cool kids. I am happy, as an adult, to be whole. I am happier still to be married to a funny, thoughtful and equally odd man. Entirely whole, entirely complete. Last year was the leather anniversary, and Kristoff added Tobasco to our retro animal collection. Next year will be the wood anniversary. I am secretly hoping that we will get this as our wooden gift to ourselves, but I am sure that K. will come up with something fun. Yesterday, we celebrated our linen anniversary! Plagued with my strong bones, K's gift is that he will make my dreams of a cast clad arm come true. (No domestic violence, no broken bones...) He told me that his cast making supplies contain linen and that he has been inspired to make this macabre dream come true for a while now, since I shrieked with glee when he mentioned putting on this first cast at work. How creative and terrifically strange. We will document the event with plenty of pictures. Maybe, if I am lucky, I will be able to get him to sign it! I will sign it. Why not? <Worth noting... perhaps it makes this all seem less weird, but K. has almost completely decided to become an Orthopedic surgeon... so it is kind of like homework for him...>
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Muppet Personality Test
Susan, I am very statisfied with the results... what are you? <I think K. would be Animal.>
| You Are Kermit |
 You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems. Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green. Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies! |
Danny & Annie Perasa
Hey, If you did not hear this story on Morning Edition a few weeks ago, do it
now! It is so touching. Listen to the audio version first before reading
anything on the page.
I'm sorry to hear that you are not feeling well. Do you have any meds? It
is crazy that I have not gotten sick myself, since in the past few weeks
almost all of my coworkers and both of my parents have battled the cold
from hell.
There is a campaign at the Planters Website to vote on what Mr. Peanut
will wear next. The choices are cuff links, bow tie, pocket watch, or "I
love Mr. Peanut just the way he is!". Of course I love Mr. Peanut just
the way he is, fools. Cuff links would make him look like a pimp, a bow
tie would make him look like a playboy bunny or a Chippendale (who else
wears bow ties without a shirt?), and a pocket watch is just wrong since
he does not have any pockets...it would just look like it is floating
disjointedly on his peanut body. Now if the choices included a mustache,
I might consider it...I could see Mr. Peanut sporting a 'stache. Oh, God.
I'm sooo pathetic. I must go now. But remember to vote or Mr. Peanut
not to change!
Oh, just because http://www.chippendales.com/
Free Kittens
I am IN LOVE with this material, and the site where it is at. It is a
flannel called "Free Kittens".
This is my first attempt at sending a submission via email. Oooh, it
makes me nervous....I'm not gonna write more, I'm just gonna send it and
hope for the best!
Slow Start
I started my bracelet, but realize that I need to find a faster way to knot the thread. This meeger progress took over an hour!
I appreciate you recommending that book. I think that I will get a copy and give it a read. I have disengaged my mind from work and it seems to be working. Ignore my plight at work and enjoy my personal life.
On Saturday or Sunday, Kristoff commented that his head was cold and then showed me some hats he liked online. I felt terrible. What kind of knitterly wife would let his head go cold? I made him this hat:
