September 15, 2009

What's Going On

So, about 39 days ago (give or take), I slipped in some wet grass while camping in northern Minnesota (seriously, I did), and this was the result:
A broken left foot and a broken right ankle.

This has been my life for the last 40-ish days.

Wheelchairs and walkers and crutches, oh, my!

I hope to share my many experiences as a handicapped person in the next few posts.

One such story:
The Stryker Evacuation Chair.

July 18, 2009

Hello?...hello...hello...

Is there anybody out there?

I think I need to start blogging again.

December 4, 2008

Cripes

I didn't realize it has been that long since I last posted.  I'll be back soon.  I've been thinking...

Love,
Woo

October 19, 2008

That Looks Comfortable

My cat:
He looks dead, but he's really sleeping.  He reminds me of a black bowling pin.


October 17, 2008

Pink Walls

Every day, at least two times a day, I walk through the "tunnel" in my office building that connects the two towers. It's a depressing hallway, with floors that remind me of a hospital. It's a little creepy, actually, and I have been known to walk outside the building to avoid the hallway if I'm alone. There are a few doors here and there...perfect hiding spots for someone to jump out at my approach and kidnap me. Or just scare the crap out of me.







Well, the tunnel just got a little bit of a makeover. I don't know if people were complaining about the dual-colored walls (some were gray, and some were a burgandy color, I believe). Maybe in the hopes of creating a more pleasing work environment, "they" decided to paint the walls a bright. salmon. color.

VERY bright.

Earlier this week, only one side of the hallway was painted. It was a little startling, but I thought I could get used to it. The next day, the whole hallway was painted this color. Doors included. So now, every morning, as I am still trying to wake up, before my first cup of coffee, I have to endure this for the 45 seconds it takes me to walk down the hallway:



Ok, so maybe it doesn't look so terrible here. So I also snapped a photo of my facial reaction every time I enter The Hallway:



This is my "look of disgust." I never knew this before, but apparently giving this look removes half of my nose. I'll have to remember that.

October 13, 2008

A Little Secret

A couple of months ago, after a glass or two of wine, I decided to submit an email from my mother to this site. My mother cracks me up. I never know if she KNOWS she's funny, tries to be funny, or is just naturally a hoot. And she is funnier the older I get. I am ALWAYS entertained by her emails. Always.

The morning after I submitted the email, I went to check the site and I saw a VERY familiar email posted on the site. At first, I was horrified. I remembered submitting it, but I did NOT expect to see it posted at all, and especially not the next morning! My face flushed with embarassment (because that's what I do) and then I looked at it for a bit, decided that yes, it was funny, then sent an email to my best friend, telling her what I had done.

Up until today, she is the only person who knows my secret. I felt it was time to let others know.

But I don't know if I'll ever tell my mother!

October 10, 2008

I Love Betty White