After letting that particular cat out of the box last night on Twitter, I went on a celebratory shoe shopping trip to West Hartford with littlegirl and BF. Yes. Shoes. So how I wound up in the Bare Escentuals shoppe is beyond me. Perhaps because more than shoes, some sparkly make-up is needed for the Gays of Our Lives event. Something a little more fun than my mom-a-day make-up. Something GOLD.
The result? No shoes on the horizon for LBea. I may have to stick my credit card in the freezer for a while. I...uh...exercised it. But good times, because I have sparkly crap to put on my eyelids and some spritzie water to 'wake me up' during the day. The things we buy, huh? Still. It was great fun. The girls had a blast. Until we left.
What I haven't mentioned all weekend, because I've been waiting for this to subside, is the shoulder. I know. Another drama, but I am in agony. Friday, after a particularly pissy event with a good friend, I recklessly took my frustrations out on the snow covered walk. Thick wet snow. Inches and inches deep. Packed by rain and more snow. G is currently in....somewhere in Asia. Shanghai? That sounds right. He's on another If This Is Tuesday We Must Be In Belgium business trip and he lost his phone. He's somewhere and he skypes me at night. It works for us. Anyway, he's not here to shovel--and I just felt like shoveling. It's NOT a big deal.
Uhm. After shoveling snow, I used my elliptical.
Fast forward to Friday night. Ow.
Saturday I drove kids and ate Motrin, yes? By Saturday night, after my dirt makeup binge, what had started as discomfort and niggling knots in my upper back/neck...rapidly turned into something else. I thought my arm was going to fall directly from my shoulder socket. My back. My neck. My pinky finger. What the heck--coughing hurt? I thought, Am I old? Can't I handle a damn snow shovel?
(The answer to that is a decided no.)
So I re-medicated and, after bitching at the girls (wah) and sucking the joy directly out of the car ride home-- I slept on the heating pad last night.
I swear, if it's not better tomorrow morning I'll see a health care professional.
::Takes credit card from freezer::
So friends, it's two days until March 2nd and I'm thrilled to see not one, but two positive reviews for Catch Me If You Can. Thanks to everyone spreading the word and generally being very...sweet. I'm going to chomp some pain pills and watch a little TV.
Big smoochin' xxx's
LB
12 comments:
First... Holy crap with the snow and shoulder!!
Second... I'm so glad we got rain (lots and lots of it) because while flooding sucks, I don't have to sweep, shovel, scrape or mop it (much).
Love you. When do you go to NYC for GAYS OF OUR LIVES? I don't want to miss anything.
Ow ow ow ow ow! If you go see a healthcare professional tomorrow, you might get the really good drugs. And then you could take them and blog. Wouldn't that be fun?
I have another positive review of Catch Me If You Can going up on this week's book reviewette post Thursday. I swear you told me not to post about it until release day!
Rosie~March 26-28. I'll post--sort of RWA style. You know, in the morning after the glitter settles. Love you too.
Chris~THESE THINGS ARE OUT OF MY CONTROL. Well, we all know Kris is out of control--it's one of her most charming features.
Yay for positive review! Really glad it worked for you. It's a crazy story. Which reminds me that I need to draw a winner from Carolyn's bucket at midnight tonight. =)
"Well, we all know Kris is out of control--it's one of her most charming features."
Hey! Did you tell me that I couldn't?? Well, did you?!
Of course, if you did, we'll just pretend this never happened...
*ahem*
Sounds like you have a few busy months ahead with writing and your hot gay menz you can drool over.
Kris~I don't think I did. I think...I was probably not paying attention--and Chris won it a few weeks ago at that chat thingy. She's been keeping mum for a few weeks.
I appreciate you both!
KB~I have a lot to do. ::worries:: But I'm kicking ass! Taking names! Buying chocolate!
I am all for taking names and eating chocolate :)
I really need to go shoe shopping also.
Good rule of thumb: Come back with SHOES. Heh. I think I'll be wearing some beat up flats in NYC. The are leopard print though.
;)
Don't scuff those leopard print shoes, or walk in the rain with 'em! I might need to borrow said shoes. There's this shirt I have...
Aww, poor Lbea! I have felt that awful shoveling pain. And it sucks. I hate when it's so bad that if your bra strap slips off your shoulder, you just leave it there because it's not worth the pain of pulling it back up. Or wandering around with a wet head because you can't hold the blow dryer up to dry your hair, let alone style it. Ouch!
I can't wait to buy CMIYC, and YIPPEE on the new contract. I'm so glad that I'm going to be able to say I knew you when!
Have fun at GAYZ OF OUR LIVES! It sounds like a blast.
Sending sloppy wet smoochies!
Make an effort to breathe extra deep when it hurts to cough--otherwise you're courting lower-lobe pneumonia.
I loathe snow. We've had an unusually cold winter too, but nothing like yours. This weekend it was so cold I had to wear shoes to work in the garden.
Ow. I feel your pain. Literally. I did some gardening on Saturday and yesterday I could barely move. I was walking around the house hunched over and moaning, like Marty Feldman's Igor. I've decided my house is so far from the street no one can see the messy gardens, anyway.
I don't get why you couldn't buy makeup AND shoes? No? You had to choose? Was there threat of a guillotine involved? The IRS? Some sort of rolemodeling issue?
I'm so excited to read your new book. Yippee for you!! And a new contract. Big sigh of happiness for you.
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