another typical conversation

"I think you're right, my boobs are getting smaller."

"Yeah, but you're getting smaller everywhere. See, your jeans aren't tight anymore pushing this (grabs at my stomach) over them."

stunned look

"What? I'm just saying you're getting thinner"

"By saying that previously I was fat with a muffin top."

"I would never tell you you were fat if you were still fat."

"Thanks"

2007 is the year of the injury

Growing up I was never the kid at the top of the monkey bars or climbing trees. This also means I was never the kid with skinned up knees or broken bones. And while some might think this means I had a sheltered childhood, I can say I honestly loved sitting inside my safe, warm house reading all 528 Babysitter Club Books.

And I have remained relatively injury free right up until this year. It started when, during one trapeze class, I fell into the net landing just slightly on my head. I sat up and told jparks "oh, that hurt my neck a little" but didn't think anything of it. By the time we got home I could barely turn my head. By the time we went to bed I was in a lot of pain. The next day I went to the Urgent Care clinic where x-rays revealed that I needed some prescription strength Aleve and a heating pad. Three days later I was healed and able to look in both directions again.

Then, earlier this week, I jumped off the trapeze platform with my arms bent. The pull of my body weight jerked my arms straight and hurt my right shoulder. Again, I thought nothing of it, and took another swing. That swing hurt a bit more. But of course, I climbed back up to the platform for a third swing. After that I was done for the night and could barely lift my arm.

That last incident was only 3 days ago and somehow I've managed to hurt myself again. Tonight jparks and I had our first trampoline class (note to self: go buy a better bra. I am not ready for my Juggy audition) and during a timed jump off, I lost control and slammed my knee into my forehead. Not surprisingly this knocked me down and almost out. The good news is that the instructor said he didn't know people could fold in half like that. The bad news is I am a moron.

I could reduce my risk of injury by not taking any more trapeze or trampoline classes, but I really like both of them. I think from here out I'll just be more careful and maybe not trash talk as much. Did I mention that part? Each time I get hurt it's right after I trash talk to Jason. Tonight I called him a pussy and then karma made me hit my head.

Maybe, before I learn anything else, I should learn to keep my mouth shut. Or maybe jparks should stop being a pussy.

Happy Valentine's Day

To celebrate Valentine's Day jparks sent me flowers (tulips and irises) to the office and is not bitching while I watch reruns of Growing Pains. Kirk Cameron was so cute when I was 10 and before he became a crazy Christian.

twittering away

Yesterday I joined a new service (well, it's new to me) called Twitter which allows me to send short messages from my cell phone or AIM. The messages can then be received on my friends' cell phones, AIMs, or they can view them on my twitter page. (I'm doing a really poor job explaining this as I'm hopelessly untech savvy)

Thus far I only have two friends on Twitter, but I mainly signed up because this weekend jparks and I are going on vacation to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (did you hear that? It was jparks' balls falling off and hitting the ground) and I'm pretty sure that the b&b we're staying in doesn't have internet. But it does have a bath tub for two, so the lack of internet is forgiven.

And while the tub does help soothe the pain, not having internet leaves a void in my soul that Twitter can help fill. So grab an RSS feed to my Twitter page or sign up and add me as a friend. Either way, you'll never be without the latest Regan update or a rundown of whatever stupid thing jparks does next.

why can't aluminum be heavier?

I brought in my first round of recycling over the weekend and I ended up making so much money that the recycling center people suggested I get an armored guard to follow me home in case someone tried to car jack me. In fact they suggested I go straight to the bank because a person should really not walk around carrying that much cash. So I did that and when me and the armored guard showed up at the bank, the tellers were so overwhelmed with how much cash I had, they all quit because none of them could count high enough to count my mad stacks of Benjamins.

Or, I took my little bag of recycling to the SMaRT station and waited in line behind a guy that had a whole pickup truck's bed full of recycling. Once he was all weighed and given a receipt, I walked up to have mine weighed. The woman working the scale was confused about why I was bringing in such a small quantity and at first suggested I just toss them in the bins. I made it clear that I wanted my puny bag weighed and she did it, chuckling under her breath the whole time. In my defense, my bag was puny because I only brought the recycling from home, I didn't have mine or jparks' work recycling. And because I don't work in a restaurant that allows me to keep all the recycling the customers create.

I ended up with under 5lbs of recycling and when you have that little then you don't have to cash out that same day. You get a receipt that you can cash in later when you have enough to at least get a dollar bill and not a handful of change.

Later this week I'm going to bring in the rest of the recycling I have. Maybe then I'll have my first dollar saved towards Blogher 2007. Of course, at this rate it might be more like Blogher 2008 before I have enough money saved.