One milkshake, two straws.

discoverynews:

aww, this makes us chills-down-our-spine happy!

thanks!

Kevin! You’re famous on the internet!

Most of you have one navicular bone in the inner ankle/foot region. My left foot has two. I call it my “lucky bone.”

It’s been explained to me that an accessory navicular is the kind of thing that isn’t a problem until it is. Like when in May of 2010 the owner of said bone is shamed into competing in an obstacle course after running a 5K for funsies and attempts to make up for lost time (from when she dilly-dallied climbing over a wall because she was terrified to jump from anything higher than two feet off the ground) by booking it across a balance beam no more than two feet off the ground then landing in a seriously awkward position on one foot subsequently knocking around the extra bone and the fibrous tissue and tendon holding it all in place. Then…

Summer of 2010 (8 weeks) - Bootville, Population: Me

Fall of 2010 - Skinny-legged but monumentally busy. I don’t really need physical therapy. I’ll just start out by taking it slow and easy at the gym.

December 2011 - I still can’t run faster than a 9 minute mile because my left leg feels like it might fall off if I tried. Doc says physical therapy - for real this time. I’ll get to it after the holidays.

Winter 2012 - You know what? These slow jogs feel nice. Hello, yoga. I don’t believe we’ve met. Spin class, I forgot how much I love you. I must be healed. Pssssh, physical therapy…

May 2012 - Wear heels for like a half a day and “lucky bone” becomes angry and throbby enough to infiltrate a gal’s dreams and interrupt the Macarena dance party she’s having.

Today - Glad I still have this piece of paper that I’ve been toting around in my work bag for months.

metheuniverseandyou:

LOL. I’d sure hope so. One’s not responsible for such actions under exam induced stress, though ;)

I was having a particularly trying day when I commented on the original post. I’m better now.

Can’t sleep. Of Monsters and Men on Jimmy Fallon.

Thoughts on Collaboration

“19.    I would encourage you not to collaborate. But I would also encourage you not to write and not to direct and not to act and not to design and not to dance. Unless you need to. In which case encouragement should matter very little.”

Thoughtful thoughts from a man who attempted to candy rob me today. “It’s ok, it’s my birthday,” he said. I’m ashamed to admit that I had nothing in my purse but half a pack of yellow Mambas that the birthday bully himself had gifted me a month ago.

Happy birthday, KL!

Color Me Pale: Things I will teach my daughter...

colormenaive:

1. Babies go in easier than they come out. (science)

2. Enjoy the 1st time you wear a new pair of socks, afterwards they will never be quite the same.

3. Mommy will respect you more if you prefer mustard on your hotdog over ketchup.

4. Never spell it “catsup.”

5. If you turn on a Michael…

I will teach her that a milkshake is (sometimes) a perfectly acceptable breakfast food.

kevinnuut:

Happy Birthday, Amanda.

Here is a portrait of a hipster Boston Terrier cased in a toilet paper roll and wrapped with Christmas lace as a gift from Lacey and me.

I bookmarked this weeks ago with the intention of reblogging it on the one year anniversary of receiving this awesomely personalized bday gift. Kevin and Lacey, you know me better than I know myself!

Goodbye, cruel world. See you tomorrow! xoxo Amanda

colormenaive:

Amanda? Are you seeing this?

awww maaa gosh!

I just watched a bee suffer what I can only assume was a slow, painful death after landing in a pile of honey on my plate. I feel like I need to right a short story about this later.