It is what it is. World peace still eludes us, the I Pad is still a stupid name and I am no more talented at succeeding in mastering the complex puzzle that is the rubix cube than I was several weeks ago. But I have succeeded in several things in these past few weeks and those are the wonderful situations and moments that I choose to focus on today. Important? No way, but not everything you write should be Pulitzer worthy.
My arm is now (almost) completely straight. I know I know, these accomplishments don't seem like much. But remember it wasn't long ago that a bright blue cast was my trademark. Its hard to keep your arm bent for 7 straight weeks. I could attribute this to physical therapy I suppose (the fact that my arm is close to straight) but I would rather take the credit. Sure, stretching and icing might work- but I am more inclined to believe that my straight arm is the result of sun and copious amounts of pina coladas. (a girl could float to china on the amount of liquid coconut I have consumed over the past few weeks) Let me know if you would like me to be YOUR future physical therapist. Consider it alternative medicine.
I am tan. Okay, not tan like- I am a stay at home trophy mom with my own private pool and personal masseuse (poolboy?) tan. But I do have a slight tinge of color to my skin which is nice. And for all you skin enthusiasts- I can attribute my color to a week spent in Florida- NOT a tanning bed.
I swam with manatees -and survived! If you've even so much as glanced at my blog you understand I have a great love of manatees. To my shock and awe I had the opportunity while I was vacationing in the great sunny state of Florida to get up close and personal with the gentle sea cows. It was a great success outside of the fact that I was almost mauled by what can only be called the most vicious manatee in all of Florida. Imagine this: it was my first time snorkeling (who knew you had to be an experienced mouth breather to find this comfortable?), I have a gimp arm and my instructor gave me 2 different sizes of flippers(its like he was intentionally sabotaging me). So I am struggling, without an imminent threat of death. And then, out of the darkness that is the abyss we are swimming so cautiously over comes a giant 1000lb manatee straight at me! WHAT DO YOU DO IN THIS KIND OF SITUATION? Its not like I know the rules of the ocean. Do I move? Does he move? Are we playing some sort of life or death chicken? Do I look like a girl manatee? (Say no) I had no idea. Luckily my girly underwater scream scared him and he veered downward just in time. My brush with death was downgraded to a simple brush of the flipper. So i survived but I can't yet say how this trauma will effect me in years to come. If only you had seen the look in his eyes.
For my last accomplishment I give you "mushroom hunting". Yes it sounds silly-after all its not like the mushrooms are running away and hiding (or are they?) but let me tell you it is surprisingly elusive. One can spend hours surveying the forest floor in high hopes that one, just one, mushroom will give itself away. Alas, this was not to be for me. I found no mushrooms, only small little heart shape plants that over the long hours I spent unsuccessfully searching the woods started to look more and more like broken hearts.
I admit, my last "success" was actually not successful at all- but to be honest I just really wanted to include the phrase "mushroom hunting" in this post- and can you really blame me for that?
For my next blog post (and who can say when that will be) I will be discussing the "most impossible puzzle ever created". And no, I'm not exaggerating. Get ready.
