There's no place like home

Yay! finally I'm home.  So nice to be back to my own computer.  I could kiss it.

So that is my one crutch in the background, I tried to take a webcam shot of my foot but I couldn't angle the computer right without dropping it. So no foot shot. But then again no one wants to see my broken ugly foot anyway.

So there should be some sort of regular scheduled blogging after tonight.  Hell, it's about all I can do since I'll be stuck here in this apartment for the next few weeks.
It took too much to get me up the stairs there is no way in hell I am going to try to go down them again with crutches.  I will wait till I am fully walking before I attempt it.

So life is what it is, and I never thought in a million years I would be glad to be back in this hellhole apartment but damn it Janet, there is no place like home even if it is this place.

Are you what you watch?

After a conversation I had the other night, I started to think about how we relate to our favourite movies. I was talking to one of the ladies in my mother's building who loves old black and white films from the 20's/30's.
The way she acts always makes me think of the Wizard of Oz.

My favourite movie has changed many times over the years, from Lost Boys to Dracula to Practical Magic to Julie and Julia to... well I don't really have one at the moment but you get the idea.

The films I tend to love have affected my clothes, music, books and the way I talk to say the lest.
It makes me wonder how much one single film can shape the way we present ourselves to others?

middle of the night take two

Wide awake.  Feel like crap.
There were some weird glitches with the cooking blog earlier and just oddness all over the place.   Could be because Mercury is retro for the final time this year.   So expect all sorts of bad for the next few weeks.

Not much going on other then I'm still on crutches, still not home.  I hate being broken, not good at all with pain.  And of course the whole computer sharing thing really blows.

Currently reading  "Joke's Over"  by Ralph Steadman.  It's a semi-biography about Hunter S. Thompson.

The last few weeks have been totally surreal. Makes me hunger for some sort of dreamstate revolution or some nonsense. But in the meantime... do we need a meantime? Isn't everything a meantime between other points in our lives? 
Okay my Spudguns, that's how I see it from this angle.

23rd Nov 2011

As the frustration sets in, I sit here now, wondering why my life sucks.   Oh right, broken foot.  Totally sucks, and it's still an odd shade of greeny-black.   I'm guessing this is what squid ink must look like when you clean them?

Have you ever traveled by backpack with only one or two items of clothes?  That's what I am sitting at right now, the clothes that I wore on the day I broke my foot and the pajamas I had enough brains in my pain to grab before heading to the safety of mother's.  
Yes, there is a lesson in here somewhere... maybe to always have extra stuff at your parents place just in case... yes think so.

Well, only have a moment, but wanted to just check into the blog because I didn't realize how much I miss this form of communication until I had to share ... scratch that fight for computer time.   Have I mentioned this week how much I hate facebook?   Specially that damned farmville where mom spends all her time.  

Okay, hope to be back home by the end of the weekend. 
And if I don't get to blog again before Monday,  to the American's who celebrate your Thanksgiving this month,  hope it's a safe one.

What day is it ?

Well, I know it's a Saturday and I think it's the day after the 4th Twilight was released so that must make it the 19th?
And I know it's the day after the 4th Twilight movie because the commerical has been on every channel all the time.  

Hey guess what... it snowed here.  Crap!  Here's me on crutches at mother's and thinking that I can go home in a few days when I get down to only one crutch and it's snow covered outside.   Well, that's going to suck if it doesn't melt in the next couple of days.

And yes I realize that I had a spelling typo on the last post, and frankly my dears, I don't give a damn it can stay there.
I hate having to share a computer. I never realized how much I take having my own computer for granted.   And a dictionary for that matter.  

So as you can tell, this post is a ramble of just checking in on the blog, let my Spudguns know that just I'm broken - which seems to be my natural state- I'm still ...kicking - metaphorically that is. 
With that said,  I'll be back in a few days.  Hopefully on my own typing machine.

Well this is a pattern

I'm just not too sure why or what.

It seems to me, every single time my life starts to change I end up broken.  Every single time.  I've started to understand finally, that a broken body part is the universe telling me to stop and listen and be patient. Just don't know what for yet?
I'm sure the A-HA! Moment will arrive soon.  

Meanwhile, catching up with my reading.  I had started to read "Life on the Line"  a bio about Chef Achatz few months ago and left it here at mom's.  I'm nearly finished reading it.  Then I don't know what I'll do cause the only other book I have here is Joy of Cooking.

Also, rented a movie on demand yesterday.  "The Trip"  which was about Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon  going on a week's tour of restaurants in Britian.   Honestly, not sure if it was originally meant to be a comdey or if it just ended up that way?  Let me rephrase that, it tried to end up that way.  There were moments in the movie when it came across almost like a serious documentary on the food, and other times like it was a stage play. 
I wasn't impressed too much by it.

I do not know how wrestlers and other athletes do it?  How do you work injured?  Dude, I can not even get a shoe on right now or manage to figure out how to carry a glass of water while using my crutches and I've lifed my life with broken parts because of the O.I.    How do you guys finish matches/games with broken fingers/toes/shoulders/ or torn parts? 

Sorry about my own damn luck

Dear Spudguns:

I Broke my foot. 
My bad knee jammed up and when I went to try to fix it, I moved the wrong way and my foot met the bathroom wall, hard.
So it's been a hell of a day most of which was spent in the emergency in tears.  Now, I have a new set of crutches, stainless steel.   Which you know, nice upgrade from the old wooden ones I had last time I broke my leg.
And to top off the night,  my sister and I got into a fight.  Yes, another one.  Since I can't walk proper let alone get up the stairs, I'm staying at mother's for a few nights.  Hence the uber lateness of the blog post, had to wait for mother to finally get off the computer.  Damn facebook.
Should have seen me this morning when all this happened,  couldn't get a shoe on, had to duct tape my foot because I didn't have any medical tape and what a lovely shade of purple my foot had become, and here's the real dren kicker of the day... had to call a cab to bring me to mom's.  Yeah, to go a full two blocks.   Why you ask,  well Spuddy, I can't get up and down the stairs right now.  Getting me down the stairs ths morning was a party and a half.  Just ended up scootching down on my butt.
So yeah, I paid $6 in cab fare to get a three minute drive.  Lucky me.
So broken foot, total humiliation, sibling hating me again; how could this get any worse... I bumped into my ex the Trainwreck while I was in the emergency. 
Just when I thought everything in my life was starting to fix and make some sense I have a day like today.

Love Ardeth Blood