I am sore today.

In hindsight, there are ample reasons for this.

Yesterday morning, I wiped out going down my icy stairs. It was graceful, as can be for slipping right on my ass. It was equal to 'sitting down really fast'. My arm caught part of the stair case.

(I have since tossed salt on it).

At work: physical interventions of the variety that I have not done in quite some time on a kid that I have not really worked with. Very strong and very aware.
I could feel it in my arms and butt. I also did some quick maneuvers to dodge biting, punching and kicking. oh, adrenaline.

Then there is last night.

oh boy.

I don't know whether to dread or anticipate, The Pictures.

Background: Growing up, (e:ladycroft) and I would often end up bloody, bruised and sore from our days adventures. She usually, ok, most always, ended up in worse condition. We would end up falling down the same cliff, wipe out on our bikes in the same traffic, get ourselves stuck in the same mud, fall out of the same tree and get tangled up in the same messes, but she managed to come out more beat up than I. She has the scars to prove it.

Now "grown up" we still end up being sore and feeling slightly beaten up after spending an evening in each others company. Not bloody. Not so much bruised. But definitely sore. Every time!

And so last night, I head out to Hilbert to hang with my buddy for a bit. We have the entire place to ourselves, a bunch of beer and our adventurous spirit to guide us into trouble. Or to the ER. Haha.

I didn't have my camera, but Timika did. It began with something I said, did or how I looked that all of a sudden she was doubled over trying not to piss herself with laughter. So, I grabbed her camera and it went with us everywhere for the remainder of the evening.

In summation, a few sore spots could also be contributed to: Sushi eating, really bad pool playing, tricycle riding, modified basketball (in a garbage can), high speed mattress diving, staircase mattress riding and holy hell, I think at some point we even took off our shirts. It seemed a really good idea at the time, lmao!

So yeh. She's got the pictures.
Update: here they are..[inlink]ladycroft,152[/inlink]
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Off to shower and finally start my Christmas shopping. (journal prompt)
I am sure to update later...

(stealth entry at work..)

Been doing nothing but eating all day at work. And all sorts of stuff that my body does not recognize. My taste buds are happy though. However, I am never ever eating ever again. hmmkay?


No class tonight, yay!!



Later, strippers.

~carey

Whats up sudsy hot bath?

Nah, I haven't forgotten about you.

I know, I know.. the book and wine are waiting.

Be right there, yo.


From atleast 9:30 am on, I had been encouraged to go to Caputis by co-work friends.

"Hey Care, what do you think about Happy Hour?"
(you don't think. you just do)

"So Care.. whatcha doin' after work? Caputis, right?!
(hmm.. maybe)

"Carey are you going to Caputis?"
(probably..)

as I am walking out the door.. "Oh Carey Bears.."
(yes?)

"..you are expected at Caputis. If you aren't there, you will be tracked down and bludgeoned."

"oh and don't be late"

Alright, alright. I am coming. Yeesh.

So after all that, I am the first to arrive. I kick back and wait a bit.

A bit impatient, I contemplate leaving. When the first few arrive, I scrunch up my face in mock, "I am totally put out from waiting for you" look. It doesn't suit me, as they found humor in my ill attempt at "bitchy", and they placate me with, "shut up, I am buying you a beer". Easy enough.

A half dozen of us drinking, engaging in shop talk, movies, sex and other random topics.
Good conversation..the kind that gets heated, obnoxious, hilarious and lewd, all punctuated with occasional melodious belches (boys!). I learned a lot this evening from a few of my friends. I guess it was being in a group of people and listening to their life tales. How on some levels I can relates, then on others, I am completely clueless. And that all too familiar "on the outside looking in" feeling surfaces.

And so, a few Sam Adams winter fest pints later, while still remembering that it is back to work in the morning, I pull myself away from the group and make my way out the door.

Ahh, the steaming soak beckons..

the mess continues.


My first stab at making cookies from scratch. I have more to make, but this is about it. I am wiped out. Some of them turned out enormous. I even made frosting. I made due with the few supplies that I did buy. Someone really really into this could go all sorts of crazy in the artistic sense.

cookie poo.


The mess.


some of the yum.



A candle loses none of its light by lighting another candle.
- Unknown

Off to read and then dream land.

Good night :)
Carey

"The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn't being said." Peter Drucker

For the past couple of months I have been enjoying Sunday mornings. I had been introduced to the simple pleasure of making a pot of coffee and sitting down to read the paper-watch some tv(sports, news, random channel flipping); which always happens to be a sunday morning and so an association has been made. Besides it is a very nice, normal, serene way to break into the day.

I had intended to do that this morning followed by some skiing and then baking.

Today was not such a day. I woke up entirely too late in the day to warrant lazy morning activities. It was mid afternoon and I had a pounding headache from sleeping in. In total it was a respectable amount of sleeping hours, but I just did not want to get out of bed. I was warm and comfy and not quite ready to face the day. I slipped in and out of dreams. The really juicy ones were especially hard to let go of, so in a way I forced myself back into sleep; they were really good :) I could have kept going if it weren't for the headache. Not that a headache would ever really stop me..

I did get to the baking part of my itinerary. Which wholly suprises me. I am not sure what has gotten into me. Baking. From scratch. On purpose. Without the proper cooking utensils. I pretty much guessed on everything. I remembered to use pot holders!

I did buy parchment paper, thanks to (e:kara). That stuff is pretty cool. And I will be making Kara Kanes© [inlink]kara,2[/inlink] (for recipe)

Ooh, what a mess I have made. This will be atleast a two day deal. I only got to cooking one of the recipes. I did prep the various sugar cookie doughs. Next will be cut outs, baking then decorating. I really needed pictures of myself. I was covered in cookie dough guts, flour and other squishy baking remnants.








So many parties this weekend, but the Snow Party was priority!

It is always a pleasure to chill with the [search]typeHere[/search] peeps. Many familiar faces and a few new ones. Nice :)

I had my camera, but I only took a few pictures. The real Christmas tree was quite attractive with its shiny bulbs, tinsel and star trek ornaments. That would be Capatin Bacard at the top.




"Dont get tinsel all over the place"








(e:ladycroft) [inlink]ladycroft,146[/inlink] has a bunch of pics, included a nice one of her and I. And my fishnet stocking mishap. haha.