QUESTION OF THE CENTURY!!!

Why Can't Everything Orange Be Rebecca Marie?


thank you kristi, for this sincerely boss link.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

frankenthumb

so here you have it. photographic evidence of my inconvenience. it's not a fab picture, as it was taken left handed, with a cell phone. i was finally able to wash it today though, so i thought i'd share, now that it is cakey-blood free.

it doesn't look all that horrid, i will freely admit. the trouble lies in the fact that it is bone deep, and i still have little feeling in and no use of my right thumb.

prayers would be greatly appreciated. i'm not a big fan of surgery, so i am hopeful for all nerve activity to be restored.

i hope you all had the happiest of thanksgivings.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

thankful thankfull thankfulll

i'm headed to the coast for thanksgiving and i plan to be eternally grateful for my husband, his brother and my friend for the good care i know that they will take of me. i am blessed.

i hope you can all find blessings in your hard times this holiday season, and if life is grand, then spend your day counting them.

(no left-handed touch pad drawing today)

arrivederci, rebecca marie

commence sympathy

i cut myself real real bad. inside my thumb right above my thumb pit or whatever the webby part is called. i am not the worlds very best one-handed typer. i'm sure that the correct word is typist. i'm also sure that in the preceeding sentence the word typist should have been in quotes.

here is the part where you all pray that i don't have any nerve damage. there is concern, as i can't feel my thumb. well, i can feel it as far as i can tell wehn it is being touched, but it feels like it is asleep.

stitches are ugly but they don't hurt once you are numb. also, i don't have to worry aboit getting lockjaw for a decade. go tetanus shot.

aslo, i am very much right handed. and also here's to getting out of wasjing dishes on thanksgiving, every cloud has a silver lining.

final note - vicadin makes me feel like i'm in a well and people are shouting at me. i mean that it mskes thins sound like that.

here is a drawing i made of myhand. it is sincerely hard to draw on a touch pad with my left hand.



night night, rebecca marie

on the road again

Tomorrow me, and her and her are going here and we're only staying one night and then going to a wedding and then driving all night back home.

And we're doing it all with a three year old in the car.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

hey, nanowrimo-ers

could you all do me a wee favor? could you comment with your nanowrimo user names? i'm finally able to fiddle with it a bit. due to living under quarantine in a sick house, i've barely written, but i hope to have a flurry soon.

you will not find mutt lange here

If I had a dollar for every time someone found this site when searching for a picture of Mutt Lange, I'd have made $24.00. Just in the last two days.

Canadians.

(i don't really have anything against canadians, don't get mad, please, it's just that most of the searches came from edmunton and toronto.)



arrivederci, rebecca marie

Intricacies

I see a pretty big difference between "hooray," and "hoorah." I just want that on record. Also, I think that I would look real awesome in a tiara.



arrivederci, rebecca marie.

custom drawing for janni laine

Janni Laine was the first to give in to the desire to have me do a custom drawing for her. She asked for a family portrait, and who am I to dissapoint!



Anyone else interested? Check my side bar for details.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

i'm thirsty for some self esteem

Have you ever noticed those drink people? Those ones that always have to have a drink? A water bottle. A cup of coffee. A soda. I find it so odd. I’m not talking about having a water bottle at the gym, or a cup of coffee at the office. I’m talking about the people who bring them to borderline inappropriate places.

I’ve always noticed it, but the first time that I became hyper-aware of it was at a friends wedding. It was (no joke) over a hundred degrees, and there was no air conditioning in the church. The flower arrangements were literally dripping. The bride and groom were kind enough to pass out cold water to the guests prior to the wedding, so everyone had a water bottle. What struck me as odd was the girl, in attendance alone, with a cup of coffee from starbucks. A hot cup. I honestly think it was a prop for her. She was adorable, so she shouldn’t have felt odd being there alone, but she had her arm up on the back of the pew as if she weren’t alone. As if her arm was around someone else. And in that hand, was the coffee. Like the coffee was her date. I don’t know if she was aware, but subconsciously she was shouting, “I am not alone, I have hot coffee on this 102 degree day. Coffee = not alone, so there.”

Inevitably there will be someone in church with a misplaced water bottle. No, I am not talking about nursing mothers who get beyond thirsty, or even people with (insert random health problem here). Have water if you need it. I’m talking about the person who takes the care to look fabulous, all dolled up in their Sunday-go-to-meetin’ garb and then muck it up with an obviously very re-used water bottle. How thirsty are you? Can you not sit an hour in church without a drink? I am telling you. It is some kind of bizarre prop.

Or the guy in my corner of the universe who walks his kid to school every day with his mug of miscellaneous hot beverage. It’s not even a travel mug. It’s this avocado green, chipped, ceramic mug. The kicker is, he lives only two houses from the school, it is five minutes, maybe, round trip. It is tragic how badly he needs to have a purpose other than walking his kid to school. He is clearly not a man if he doesn’t have his mug. It is his prop.

Now I’m going to spend my day obsessing on what my prop is. I hope I don’t have one.



arrivederci, rebecca marie