Clumsiness is genetic.

I have a long-standing disagreement with my right ankle. In the last couple of years, my left ankle has joined the fight. I don't think it needs to be said, but it's joined the right, not me. At this stage, at least once a week I have a minor sprain. I fell twice, ten minutes ago, while I was walking the dog. Once for each ankle. Well, not exactly. The left one was more of the foot twisting, not the ankle. The right was a full-on roll. Ouch. I need a hot pack.

This goes back to when I was 14 (-ish? I think). I was walking our two dogs, each around 70 lbs or so, down the deck stairs, and something happened, and I fell down the stairs. It was my first real sprain, and holy crap. My fabulous sister got me ice packs, and was very sweet to me, and I used crutches for a little while. Some weeks later, I was walking to strengthen the joint (and because you should walk, it's good for you, and because Mom said to), and I fell about halfway through my walk. I had to walk all the way back, on a re-sprained ankle. It's just been downhill from there.

Several years ago, I had what's called a Brostrom procedure to reattach the ligaments, which I had torn. From what I remember of his explanation, the orthopedist said I had completely severed one ligament, and I had smallish tears on others. It was a painful couple of months, but I made a decent recovery.....mostly. It's much stronger now. Before the surgery, I'd fall constantly, and it hurt, and I couldn't not limp. You shouldn't limp, it worsens your gait, but I just couldn't walk normally. In the best phase post-op, I had significantly less pain, and I was barely falling at all. Maybe one bad one every few months or so. I never have no pain in this ankle, but it's a dull ache most of the time.

The last six months or so, it's just gotten so much worse. Falling so frequently. I've even had to dig out my old braces, steal wraps from Ben (his injuries are a different story...he's a mechanic who has had a car fall on him, soooooo that's what that's about).

Waaaaaah.

This hot pack's pretty nice, though.

It's his fault you choked on a hamburger

I'm watching Christine with a couple of friends. It's hilarious. I'm fairly sure that's not the most common response.

I was reading the family blog (Illegitimus Non Carborundum), and Em's talking me up. I'm a "budding German/Spanish high school teacher" in that I'd like to do that...but that's about it. I don't know if you know this, but if you don't use a language for years, you start to lose your vocabulary. I still remember the basics, a smattering of weird words, and also some basic grammar, but I have to think really hard to come up with a cohesive sentence.

Pi randomly has colored patches on him. Not the usual black splotches, these are red, brown, etc. I think he lies in his food, or something.

I'm reinterpreting a pattern for girl-sized wristwarmers. It's mental exercise. I finished one, and I'm just giddy at how I did it.

I'm watching the kids wreck up the car here, on this movie, and I'm just waiting for them to get eaten.

It's John Carpenter.

The world is his vampire.

Sandwiches are Beautiful

Ben's been in Charlotte for the "AAA Superbowl of Knowledge" convention. Last night was an open bar, but I'm reasonably sure he survived (he was alive as of 10:50pm, anyway). I've been alone all weekend.

When I don't have a responsible adult to provide an example of what grown-ups and real people do, I devolve into a creature of the night. Friday night, I was up until after 4. Last night? It was 5am. I only really went to bed then because I can't quite bring myself to be up 'till sunrise. Not just yet, anyway. Maybe some day I won't be working, or I'll be working a fun job, or a from-home job, and I can do what I want, as far as my sleep schedule goes.

I've gotten a lot of knitting done this week. I finished 2 hats (to give as gifts), then I made a washcloth. I don't know why I made a washcloth, but I did. It's spring green cotton, and it has a heart on it. Would anyone like a washcloth? I also made the first of a pair of wine-red wristwarmers. I'm working on the second one right now. I dunno, I've just been sitting, staring at the television and knitting.

We use the Netflix free streaming to the Wii and the Xbox. Actually, I use the Wii, and Ben uses the Xbox. I've never used the Xbox, and I don't really want to. The Wii works basically like any other remote. It's simple, for my simple mind. Yes, I have a more complex mind to use, but if I'm already rotting my brains, I don't want to contaminate the complex part.

Purple monkey dishwasher.

That's not a non-sequitur, I found a pair of wristwarmers to knit flat (not the ones I'm working on now), with that name. It's from "The Simpsons" a while back, Homer yells it out randomly. I don't remember the context.

I think the key to getting myself to blog and get things out of my head is to make myself relax. I don't ever pull up the "new post" window because I think that whatever I'm going to write isn't something the world at large, or even my family, will care about. You know what, though? I don't care today. Stream of consciousness.

I think the main thing that has helped me with that line of thought is reading Hyperbole and a Half. I read through everything she's written, and it's all very interesting and entertaining. It keeps my attention. Maybe someone out there will like me, too.

I'm going to go shower and dress myself. I've been wearing the same pajamas for 2 days now.