Two years

My baby turned 2 yesterday. We didn't have a big party since we are having a joint one for him and Gage next Saturday. So we just went to Cici's and ate cupcakes. We got him one gift to open on his day, so it felt more like his birthday. Hard to believe it's been 2 years since he came racing into the world. When he decided to come he decided to do it fast. Woke up at 3:30 a.m. with a cramp and he was here at 4:56 a.m. Still refuses to go slow at anything.

Indian Carnage

So yesterday after work Steven, the kids, and I all head up to Talequah, OK to see about my nose. I had him tag along just in case I wasn't able to drive back for whatever rhyme or reason they try to mutilate me. My insurance hasn't quite kicked in at work thanks to Murphy's Law, so being Indian is my only salvation at this point. Actually it's been my only salvation the last two years. So we head the hour drive there and wait the usual hour for X-rays, then another 2 hours to be seen for 5 minutes. It didn't take a surgeon to read the X-Ray I had to hand deliver myself to the Dr. "Ummm, isn't that middle thing supposed to be more on that side?" Needless to say, yep it be broken. Nasal fracture is nice medical jargon. Apparently though it is not bad enough to require being "set". HOWEVER, if by chance AFTER it heals... if I CONTINUE to have trouble breathing... they will refer me to an ENT Doctor. Their reasoning is it "should" heal straight. Keep in mind these are the same people that told me when I was pregnant with Kieran that the bronchitis I had for 3 months was viral, until I finally put my foot down and told them to give me antibiotics which cleared it up in 5 days, but not before leaving my lungs scarred. So I am still walking around with a crooked nose. Luckily the swelling is going down, but the bruising is going through the ugly phase. Even with makeup I am getting some weird looks. Poor Steven wants me to wear my derby shirt around all the time so he doesn't get the bad looks. I also am supposed to get one of those ugly face shields for scrimmaging. Yay...

Anyways, here is the latest damage shots, without makeup. I have a pretty good concealor I love, but it slowly fades throughout the day.

Day 3

And I feel so ugly. One eye is getting particularly blacker and blacker. Tried to cover it up as much as I could this morning with makeup but it didn't do as planned. Wasn't an hour being at work and a very pissed parent threatened me by saying.. "And I see someone already hit you in your eye, as they should have." At the time I was laughing inside for she had no clue to where this shiner came from. I just held my tongue. Not a normal occasion btw, as most parents love me, as well as the kids. Hoping to get this nose thing set tomorrow. The swelling is going down a little. Had several nurses today tell me that I better get it set quick to prevent the need for surgery. Horror stories plus parents threatening me... not a good start to the week. I just want to go to bed for a week.

Here's some new pics. Not sure why it won't show up as good on camera, but the bruise on my right eye is significantly bigger than what it appears on here.

Smell the roses...

Trying to anyways...

St. Louis trip was this weekend. We lost. Another sport court fiasco similar to that in Houston. Slick but not quite as slick or maybe it was my imagination. Toe starts were fumbled and corners were a bit slow. I knew coming into this bout that aggressiveness was going to be needed as I heard the Arch Rival Girls held a good defensive wall. I managed to break through with some penalties but it was far from easy and most of the time done in vain as the jam would be called off right before I got to the pack to score. It was my second to last jam of the night when my nose got elbowed by Dis Missle as I came up from behind for an assist. It took a second to realize I just got punched. Never been punched before, and especially in the face. Luckily I didn't fall down. Instead I clinched my fists and yelled like, (as quoted from Mack Data) "the Incredible Hulk." I felt as pissed off as the hulk so I am not surprised. I skated a stride or two before I realized I could keep going and pushed it continuing to check for blood so I didn't get in trouble. I made it through that jam and another a few later, but after that I was done.

I am sure I didn't make the best overall nice impression to the St. Louis girls as the rest of the night I was mostly a cranky bitty, even yelling at people to shut the door of the dressing room. After a bit of ice, ibuprofen, aleve, and fiddling around with my nose I wanted to try dancing as it was torture not to dance when everyone else was. So I get out there and dance for maybe 1 minute before I get nailed by Ms. Bloody is the same dang spot on my nose. I immediately grabbed it thought to myself the irony of it all. The rest of the night I mainly sat on the side watching. I did get brave enough to dance again and actually made it through a song or two, but I didn't want to push my luck so I went and sat out again. When we got back to the hotel I showered up and went to bed as everyone else partied in another room. I felt like a stick in the mud, especially considering this was supposed to be the last league game of the season (besides a recently added one to Minnesota next month for the Killbillies). Alas, I had succumbed.

Today I woke up to an alienish swelled nose, plus a much harder ability to breathe through the nostrils. And with that included the job of my eyes growing more black by the day. Hopefully I get a chance to go to the Dr. in the next couple of days to see if it needs to be put back into place. Although I am not looking forward to that if it's needed.

I guess, I will end this post with pics as well as apologies to those I may have been mean towards last night. I know I was a bitch.

First pic, taken soon after bout, showing a little crookedness.



Side view, with bigger than normal bump.



And today's image of beauty even with foundation trying to cover the blackness of the eyes.

Sassy McFly

So I jumped and went through with a haircut I have wanted for months. It was inevitable. Since high school I have had this cycle of really long hair, then gradual cuts, ending with somewhat short do's. This time my back is officially the shortest it has been ever. The front about even with my NAVY cut. Although I must say this is much cuter than it was back then. The wonderful Maggie at Be Salon is the artist. Maggie is also one of my ol' derby buddies and the only person I have let touch my hair in the past year. She cut a ponytail off which I am hoping is long enough to donate to locks of love.

My one complaint is that because my hair grows super fast I have to actually be proactive about keeping it cut, because I would actually like to keep this for some time. I am not used to that.

Anyways, phase 1 is complete. Now to continue with phase 2.

A change is brewin'

September is here and with it comes an early Fall. Fine by me, I love fall. The temps suit me nicely. Even in the midst of all this rain I got some good news this week. I finally got my counseling license and with it comes a huge sigh of relief. I cannot say how many hoops I had to jump through this summer to get that dang thing. It's weird but when a goal that you have been working on for so many years is finally reached it's almost a surreal feeling mixed with a "now what?". In my adult life I have become very driven and goal oriented and that is not going anywhere anytime soon. I always have to have some goal that needs working on, usually more than one going at a time. This year has brought several goals to closure. I am running on low for goals now. While reaching all my goals have definitely opened the door for opportunities and longer roads, I feel the need to have some small minor goals reached before the end of the year. My subject is my personal self. I actually started it several weeks ago, but I am doing some tweeking here and there. So don't be surprised if you see me one day and I am significantly different than the day before. No details yet, but I will say I am being brave with it. I make no apologies for them either. Sometimes the only reason for change is not necessarily improvement but changing in general. I have gotten into a slump and the same ol' tends to be rather boring to me... overtime.