Friday, April 20, 2007

Just some stuff about where I'm at.

1) I somehow injured my shoulder last night between the end of dance class and my arrival home. I've done far worse to my poor shoulder - a couple of summers ago, trying to waterski, I ripped the heck out of both shoulders and couldn't lift my arms for a couple of weeks. And then, a couple of years before that, when I was swimming laps on a regular basis, I injured them both similarly though not so severely as in the water-skiing incident. Both times, everything seemed to heal on its own. So, I'm not too worried this time, except that I'm supposed to be in a dance recital on Saturday night, and I don't think I can pull it off in a sling.

However, I'm fairly optimistic tonight, since I'm in considerably less pain than I was last night. Also, while I still can't use my right hand to pull on a pair of pants just yet, I'm a lot closer to this goal (and I've gotten good at getting dressed one-handed, thank goodness!).

2) Apparently, some people at work have been wondering if I am pregnant. No, you fuckers, I'm not. And fuck you very much.

3) For the first time EVER, I am actually getting reimbursed by my job to attend a conference. I am GIDDY. I will not only be able to afford this conference, but I will also be able to enjoy it without feeling guilty. I can't tell you what a load off my mind that is. (And also, I just saved Mr. Plain(s)feminist $400 on one of his trips by looking on Travelocity. I rock.)

4) I've realized once again just how poisonous talking behind people's backs can be. Really, it never does any good. We always think that the venting is helpful, but venting is how the poison is spread, and venting does not resolve the problem. Unfortunately, as I've been told by a few people, this is a way of life in small communities, which is one reason why I miss the relative anonymity of larger ones. (At least there, people never know who is being talked about!) It's also a way of life in my family of origin, whom I'm going to see in a couple of months, and so I'll have ample time to practice what I preach.

5) I really love my kid. We're at a great age. This afternoon, I picked him up early from daycare and brought him home and introduced him to The Munsters and Junie B. Jones; let no one say /I do not expose him to culture. And, yeah, there was a meltdown at the rummage sale when I wouldn't buy him the ginormous ugly pink stuffed bunny, but then there was also that moment a short while later when he snuggled onto my lap and we read stories. Or the moment, while he was getting ready for bed, when he came out of the bathroom to show me a handful of soap bubbles. I just love my little guy.

6 comments:

JN said...

Good luck with your shoulder, best wishes with your conference, kudos on your poisonous comment avoidance, and a hearty back-pat on Mr. PF, jr.

Linda said...

Ugh...small towns and talk. There's a reason I have NO desire to go back to the place I graduated high school.

Good luck with the shoulder.

plain(s)feminist said...

Thanks, both of you! The shoulder is MUCH better today, and I'm going to attempt to go for a run (my first since September), which will maybe also work on that "baby" belly a little bit.

sallysunshine_26 said...

Ya know, someone asked me if I was pregnant at the gym the other day because I said I was dizzy and a little sick to my stomach. But no. Definitely not.

And on the poisonous comments, I'm just not as disciplined as you Plains...eh...I get feisty, but it's all in good fun.

Green said...

I hope your shoulder is holding up well.

Somebody asked me if I was pregnant once, when I was around 22 or so. I never wore that outfit again.

I am a fan of never assuming anyone is pregnant, and not commenting on their pregnancy unless they have talked about being pregnant.

plain(s)feminist said...

Green - a friend of mine said that her mother used to say that no one should ever ask a woman if she is pregnant unless they can see the baby emerging from her vulva. Which, I guess, makes the question moot. In other words: don't ask, people!