Saturday, August 17, 2013

The Cleanest the Bathrooms Have Ever Been

Being laid up with a broken anything is a pain, but having a broken ankle just really, really sucked. I am finally to the point where I am allowed to put weight on it, and I have slowly been reintegrating myself into the land of the bipedal. I am desperately trying to be careful - to not over-do it, really - and just let things happen organically.

God, that last sentence made me sound like a giant fucking hippie. Organically. Fuck off, ME.

Mike has been really wonderful throughout this entire ordeal - and really all the time, to be honest. He takes care of me even when I am a tremendous pain in the ass. I try to keep the house clean and pretty since he's the one paying the bills and working a ridiculously stressful job. I figure that it's the least that I can do.

But not being able to thoroughly clean the house was bothering me, and I found that things were becoming more and more cluttered. I could tell that it bothered him, too, but he never said a word.

So I hired a house cleaning service. It's something that I would have never considered before, because it seems so... superfluous. So... uppity. But in the end? SO WORTH IT.

I have been able to do some surface cleaning and the like, but vacuuming took about ten times as long as usual, and I was completely unable to vacuum the stairs. I thought about trying on multiple occasions, but all I could envision was losing my balance and breaking other bones.

Because it was a Groupon deal, it was well worth the money, but I don't know that I could justify paying full price for something that I am soon going to be able to do on my own.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Nordstrom Fail

When I was in Seattle last June, Mike's mom took me to Nordstrom Rack. It was brilliant. It was enormous. It was cavernous, even. 

You see, Nordstrom (and its Rack) is like Mecca to me, predominantly because it is one of the few places that actually carries shoes in my size. (A ridiculous size 4, if you must know. Which is the same as wearing size 2.5 in girls' shoes. And I'm almost 33 years old.) I really couldn't care less about the designer clothes and whatnot - I just want to wear shoes that don't have Hello Kitty on them.

A Rack location opened in Ann Arbor in April, but I forgot to go. And then a few weeks later, me and my ankle were passed out on the couch reading magazines and binge-watching episodes of Parks and Recreation, so I didn't get a chance to visit.

Well, I finally got my car back, and I gotz paid, so I drove my ass to Arborland and hobbled inside.

The shoes were in the back left corner of the store, and it took me a few minutes to figure out where the bitty ones were. Imagine my disappointment when instead of the WALL of size fours I encountered in Seattle, there was one measly rack. ONE.

I swear that if it wasn't for the pain meds I would have sunk to the floor and cried.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Hi! I'm Haley and I'm Adorable!

My youngest niece, Haley Grace. FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE CUTENESS! FEAST!!!!!

And here she is with her big sisters, as they watch over her shaky steps.

Monday, August 12, 2013

It Was Earth ALL ALONG

Have you ever realized that you had a bag of M&Ms in your desk at work ALL ALONG and you only discovered it JUST NOW?

Because that's what happened to me. Just now.

My inner monologue: 

"I ate my healthy lunch, and I really want to go get some sugar and/or chocolate and/or gummy bears, but I shouldn't. There is all of this work to do and broken ankle weight to lose* and money to save.

"Well... maybe I could go to the vending machine. I think that there is some spare change in my desk dra... WHAT IS THIS?  

Aw yiss.**

Also, I love that the bag says that it is "Sharing Size: 2 Servings" because AS IF people (read: me) won't eat the entire bag in one sitting, let alone SHARE.

...................And that was my afternoon.


*Broken ankle weight is the weight I gained during the recuperation period after breaking my ankle and the subsequent surgery that turned me into part-robot:

I couldn't put weight on it for almost three fucking months, and I gained enough weight to truly hate myself. Yay!

**Aw yiss is something I picked up on Hark! A Vagrant, and I want to use it all of the time, but would never take credit from Kate Beaton because she is brilliant and I want to be as funny as her:
(Credit - Kate Beaton at Hark! A Vagrant: