Limping Around, Remodeling, Competition Starts

My back is out.

For those of you fortunate enough never to have experienced someone impaling your body with a thousand knives while you attempt to stand in an upright position, or have ten small people jump your back at the same time so that it is physically impossible to straighten entirely until you have the strength to shake them off and then take a few shaky steps, let me just tell ya …

It AIN’T fun.

It’s weird, really. My back hasn’t conked out on me in quite some time, so I sort of forgot what a complete NUISANCE it is. I mean, life can not, and will not, stop simply because I’m having trouble getting from point A to point B. So, I have to continue living my life while I grind my teeth and bite my lip all in the name of being a big girl and dealing with it.

I never really know what triggers these “attacks.” Though I have deduced that there is some correlation between not walking on a regular basis (which is certainly true lately, I can’t even tell you the last time I was on the treadmill), lifting something that is either too heavy for me to handle and I’m too stubborn to accept that, or I’m lifting with my back instead of my legs, or more likely a combination of the two, and … stress.

Stress people. Who the hell DOESN’T have stress in their life on a regular basis??

Apparently? I’m a pansy ass and whenever I’m under any sort of stress, my back screams like a little girl and goes into hiding taking my spine, strength and dignity with it.

I am mobile because I force myself to be mobile. I am way too stubborn to simply lie around and wait for the damn thing to heal – that takes days – who has days to lie around?

I certainly don’t.

So, I grit my teeth and I get through it. Because really, what choice do I have?


Yesterday was fun. Our new 52″ TV came. Fifty-two inches! That’s almost obscene, really. Kevin has been wanting a big-screen TV ever since the suckers came out five years ago and when the price tag was enough to make a normally sane person pull his/her hair out.

I vetoed the idea. Are you kidding me?? I wasn’t about to spend that much money on a TV and besides, where in the world would we put it?

But when we got rid of our old entertainment center (actually, we still have it. Kevin’s dad built it and he’s having a hard time parting with it, though he’s getting to the point where he’s sick of looking at it and we might end up taking an ax to it and burning it this winter – I kid, sort of) and we went shopping for a new one, and most of the new ones accommodate these monster TV’s, well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, I guess.

Kev found a really good deal through Sam’s Club. It was an LED/LCD with high resolution and the dimensions were just right to fit in this entertainment center space. The snafu came when we realized, we’re not members of Sam’s Club. Mainly because I think it’s absolutely ridiculous to PAY a company so I can shop with them. Seriously. No offense to the Sam’s Club members out there, but that’s just asinine to me.

And yet, here we are, $40 later, now full-fledged members of Sam’s Club all so we could buy this monster TV.

*Side Note: Kevin and I went to Sam’s Club the other day, just to walk around and see what they had. And ten years later (because that’s about the length of time it’s been since I was even in a Sam’s Club), I’m STILL NOT IMPRESSED. I truly don’t get the attraction people. Can you explain it to me? I’m paying to shop. It’s all so lame!!)

Anyhoo … the TV finally arrived yesterday and this thing really is a monster. It’s huge. I could use it as a life raft, if the thing were water proof, floated, and you know, didn’t electrocute me, but you know what I mean.

A few hours later, our entertainment center arrived. We’ve been waiting on this thing for a week now and wouldn’t you know our luck? Both items arrived on the same day.

The delivery guys unloaded it and then set it up for us. I must say, it’s growing on me.

Okay fine, it’s not growing on me, it’s grown on me – I love it. This is by far the fanciest piece of furniture we have ever owned.

In addition, we bought two matching tables, we put one here and bought this pretty/funky lamp to put on it …

… and this little table where we put our tiny dragonfly Tiffany lamp.

Kevin contacted Direct TV and they came out this morning to hook the HDTV cable up.

Kevin then attached our subwoofer so now our neighbors can hear the ‘splosions whenever we watch TV.

*Side note: ‘Splosions is how Dude said explosions. When we asked him what he liked the most about video games, he said in a sweet, little boy voice, “‘splosions.” We’ve said it like that ever since. Mainly just to embarrass the kid. hehe

Our living room is nearly finished. Now I just need to figure out what to put on the walls and what sort of drapes to hang.

Piece of cake.



Jazz’s first marching band competition is this Saturday in Oklahoma. We wanted to drive down there and watch, but we didn’t want to have to drive back home at two o’clock in the morning. I’ll just have to wait to hear from Jazz how it goes.

The band has another competition in Oklahoma next weekend and the finals start a little earlier on that one, so we plan on driving down and watching. I hope the weather is nice because a marching competition in the rain? Would totally suck. (Do they even still have the competition if it rains?)

The weekend after that, we’re all driving up to St. Louis to watch the Band Over America competition. I can’t wait for that one – it’s huge and it’s so fun to see all of the creative bands. We’ll spend the night and watch the second round of competition the next day before learning if Jazz’s band made the finals or not.


Jazz gets his school picture taken tomorrow. I had to pick out his shirt so I could pick out the background color so I could complete his picture form. I tried to give the kid a chance to pick something out, but he didn’t care and allowed me to do the honors.

I guess Dude is not going to have his school picture taken. I’m really bummed about that. We went and had his senior picture made, which is what he’s using for the yearbook, but I still would have liked to have his picture made.

However, Kevin and I will take him down by the lake or someplace and take some pictures of him with our Canon. I have to have some pictures of the boy – he’s a senior! He won’t be a senior ever again! (I hope. Well, there’s a senior in college and he’ll be considered a senior when he’s an old man, but let’s not split hairs).

Sometimes I look at these boys and wonder where in the world they came from. It’s hard to believe Kevin and I cooked them up out of nowhere.

It’s funny how we “evolved” like that, isn’t it. *wink*