Oh balls.
It’s only Tuesday and I’m beat. Actually, I’m not physically beat but emotionally so.
Let’s get the bad news out of the way first…
My mom was called to TN to be with my aunt. It’s getting close to the end. I spoke with my aunt today and although I’m mourning already I found a bit of peace talking to her and having her tell me that even though that this moment has come so quickly, she’s ready. I told her I loved her and then we hung up because she was exhausted. I spoke with my mom this afternoon and she said that my aunt looks very frail.
My new niece is in the special care unit of the hospital because she’s going through withdrawal from methadone. I knew that my sister was still on methadone therapy resulting from her past heroine addiction. She was about to go off of the methadone right before she found out she was pregnant, but once her doctor found out about the baby he said it would be really dangerous for my sister to stop taking methadone. Now, the baby is going through withdrawal. Lesson to all…don’t take fucking drugs. I’m proud of how far my sister has come, so very very proud, but now we have the baby’s health to worry about. Fingers crossed.
Now, some regular Fresh Air Lover programming…
Remember my telling you all about how my heel has been killing me hardcore for 4 months? No? Then you should pay attention more closely. Anyhow, I ran yesterday and after mile 3 my heel was burning. I finished my last mile and came home to check it out. Looked fine, although who the hell knows what I was looking for. Maybe I thought a small heel-elf was going to pop out of my heel and tell me what was up.
So, fast forward to today and me buying new running sneakers because mine are shot…I was telling the guy at the store about my feet. It’s a store that only sells running gear and everyone who works there is a runner. Okay, back to my feet. I’m telling him about how I have really arches and that I’m a under pronator and explain to him about my heel when he tells me that he had the same problem for about 8 months. I told him that my doctor told me it was plantar fascitis and that I needed better shoes. So, I bought some Brooks running sneakers. Check these beauties out.
Nice, huh? Well, the nice guy also recommended inserts for people with fucked up feet like mine and let me tell you…they are expensive but soooooo worth it. They make my feet feel great. I took a picture of them too.
I’ll see how good my feet feel tomorrow.
I saw Mr. Wood yesterday and today, and…whatever. I still want him, badly, but I’m pissy about it now. I’m not sure what his deal is…stare stare stare at me and yet nothing. I feel like this, and maybe this is why I’m single…if a guy wants to talk to me he’s going to no matter what. Am I nuts to think this way? I need some advice from you beatiful people who read this retarded blog. Should I stop my stubbornness and just say hi to the guy or what? I’m getting cranky about it.
And finally, here’s a picture of my kitties looking out the window of my office. If you don’t like pictures of kitties, come back later. If you like kitties, here are my bad girls.
One more thing, I want to thank DD for sending me some love today. It’s been a long time since I’ve had some sugar, especially some dark sugar (hmm love that molasses), thrown my way and I really appreciate it. Even if it was just a text and not the real thing (cue sexy eyes).
SPEAK to the MAN! I feel you on the running thing, except mine is right where the foot and the ankle connect on the top of the foot…..sucks.
i’m sorry that your new niece is having to suffer through and that your aunt is not getting better. (fuck I’m not really sure how to say that, I never am)
You and your family are in my prayers.
It’s good to hear you spoke to your Aunt .. and have some closure if she does slip by .. sounds like she’s ready too. Thinking of you and your Aunt and your lil niece.
Nice shoes .. I’m looking around for some new ones to work out in .. let me know how you find Brooks.
Awww @ your kitties .. very cute!
sounds like that guy’s taken?
Glad you spoke with your aunt and that your niece – and sister – will be ok …..
and that you got cool running shoes – yay!
I am glad that you got to speak to your aunt and find peace.
You should be damn proud of your sister for all the things she has overcome. If her little girl has half of your sister’s strength she will be fine.
Love the shoes I hope that your foot feels better and you can run in the sunshine.
The kitties are too cute, are they buddies now?
Cool looking shoes. Have you tried New Balance shoes? Not sure what your messed up feet are like..but NB are really quite good.
Hope stuff w/Mr Wood gets better.
I’m not sure what to say about your aunt. During situations like that, I just pray for a miracle. However, having a peace about it is the next best thing.
Nice treads! I’m an over-pronator and am also in need of some new running shoes to get me back into running after having a 9 month absence.
I love kitty pics, and Roslyn has gotten so big! I have some pictures of our cats doing the same thing.
Hope you have a great day!
I can’t even imagine the emotional toll the situation with your aunt is having on you. I’m sorry. I hate cancer. Here recently I knew a little guy that didn’t even make it to his 4th birthday.
I hope your new niece comes through everything okay. But she was a good healthy weight and stuff when she was born, and she made it through the pregnancy so I’m sure she will be fine. It’s amazing how tough the little things are.
I love the picture of the kitties. Stella has such a pretty shine to her coat!
“Lesson to all…don’t take fucking drugs.” So, so, so true! I actually laughed at the truth in this. (I find humor in true things, I don’t know why.)
I really want you to talk to this guy. I am really curious to see what happens. He could be taken, and if he is, no skin off your nose, cause everyone likes to find out they are attractive or still got it or whatever. But, he could also just be really shy, and spend all day thinking about the girl on public transport and looking forward to those few moments each day that he gets to see you. One way or the other, you will probably make his day by talking to him.
Oh, and I wanted to let you know, I love when you drop little snippets of your fitness routine in your blog. It inspires me!
Say hello to him, while looking at his shoes and say that you like his shoes.
But only if they’re nice. If not, keep walking. They may smell.
I agree with Adrienne, talk to him. He could be shy, he could be taken…either way you’ll find out.
It’s so freaking hard to hear that your niece is going through that. There’s no cause for her little body to have to struggle through withdrawals.
I’m at a loss about your Aunt….just know that soon she will once again be the happy, pain-free spirit you fell in love with so long ago.
I’m coveting those shoes.
I love the shoes, what are those inserts called? I think I need them…..
Sheesh! You already said “Bless You” to him, what more of a sign does he need?!?!
But maybe he’s like most men, & he does need just a wee bit o a nudge, go on & say something about construction maybe. Or, painting, or something that you think he’d be into, b/c then he’ll be comfortable talking. Instead of just a standard, weather or sports reference.
And those sneaks look like they could be for a superhero-chick. I thought you were a ninja?
I was reading about your situation with Mr. Woody. I had a similar experience. I frequently went out and loved to dance. I was particularly fond of one band. I would go and dance and the whole time I was on the dance floor the lead guitarist would stare at me. Whenever the band went on break, I expected him to try to talk to me, but he never did. This went on for months. Finally I had had enough. I was determined that I was going to talk to this guy. So I timed it just right. When the band went on break I “bumped” into him as he was coming off the stage. He apologized for being so clumsy and oferred to buy me a drink. The rest as they say was history. We got married and had a child together, he is now 10. Unfortunately the marriage ended in divorce, but at least we got past the staring and wondering stage.
I too agree on the talking to him. My oldest brother is EXTREMELY shy, hence the reason he’s still single at 46 years old. He’s dated girls, had two steady girlfriends for a while, but almost all of them had to say something to him first. All the others he was set up with by family or friends. The worst that can happen is that he’s attached already. But at least you’ll know.
I’m glad you got to talk to your aunt and get some closure and that your mom was able to go see her. I’m sorry it you have to do it though.
My fingers are crossed and I’m sending good thoughts your nieces way. When I first saw the picture and her size I had to double think on if she was from the druggie sister or not. I wouldn’t expect her baby to come out at such a healthy size, so that’s encouraging. It’s an awful way to start life though.
Love kitty pics. That was my questions too, are they getting along now?
I say talk to the guy. I kinda agree that he’s probably taken, but at least you’ll know. And, while I understand the old fashioned thing, I don’t consider saying hi making the first move.
You have so much going on in your family right now. Hang in there! I’m thinking of you.
Can’t wait to hear how you like the Brooks. Although, in the end, it still won’t matter for me since all feet are differently screwed up.
Cutie patootie your kitties. Rosalind grew up so fast!
Kwesi developed plantar fascitis (sp?) when he was a mailman. He had to get orthotics made and it seemed to help a lot. Do whatever it takes to care for the tootsies. Nothing sucks worse than not being able to walk pain-free.
Maybe Mr. Wood is painfully shy. I’d give him one more chance to open up by saying something to him. If the cat’s still got his tongue, maybe it’ll just have to be a commuter crush and nothing more. He doesn’t know what he’s missing though.
Still praying for your aunt and your niece.
Funny… two nights ago I dreamed about three cats who looked a lot like Rosalind, but were very chubby and very attached to me. Strange…
Buried in the middle of the post–that “heel elf” line was brilliant. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had some physical ailment and I’ve stared at a body part, as if some sort of error message was going to magically appear.
Welcome to WordPress! YAY! Another convert-ee!
And congratulations on becoming an auntie to yet another beautiful child.
I’m so sorry about the withdrawls. It sounds like a rough start, but your sister has come a long way and there is hope in the future for both her, and the baby. Hopefully, that will make this trying time at least bearable.
You all are in my thoughts and prayers!
Uhm, there’s some exercises you can do with your foot for Plantar Fascitis. I don’t know if he told you them or not, but it’s pretty simple. My aunt has been dealing with the same thing for about a year. It’s important to walk/run like your normally would and keep those muscles straightened out. The shoes should definitely help but I know you’re big into exercise and all things natural so it might not hurt to look into those.
Anyway, once again, welcome to WordPress! Sorry I haven’t commented in forever, but I’m still around and still reading. Internet time is just extremely limited and will be until I either get into my own, more affordable, place… or go back to school and have access there.
Guys should definitely grab a hold of their balls more when it comes to women. But maybe he’s just shy. Or maybe he’s a little intimidated. I don’t think saying hi and smiling would hurt anything? Maybe he’s just looking for a sign/signal from you that is SIREN RED screaming “GO FOR IT” or something. I don’t know. Just follow your gut — I’ve found that it rarely leads you in the wrong direction!
Take care, hun! I’ll be reading — even if it is as a lurker!