Back On The Chain Gang

And we’re back.

Oh I’ve missed you and kept reminding myself to tell you things.

I finally saw WHIP IT the other night and it made me: nostalgic for Texas strangely, want to be an alternative 17 year old just discovering what she’s made of, a bad ass roller derby girl and also a tolerant, accepting parent. It was a lovely, joyful, thoughtful little flick. Ellen Page is adorable. I found it distracting that Drew Barrymore was in it though.  I just didn’t think it was necessary for HER (she directed it) to play the seemingly retarded character she played. (a brutish, stoner hippie – TRITE!)  That was really my only gripe though. I loved the cast.

I’ve also been reading various tomes on parenting, secular humanists and serial killers to name a few. Interesting and random stuff. I’m still slogging through Monster of Florence. It’s good but I’m kind of indifferent. Mudbound is a great little read that I’m enjoying it immensely. I’ll be done tomorrow probably. My friend S recommended Little Bee a while ago and that has been top of mind.

TED.com has been consuming a lot of time too. How can you not want to watch ALL of the talks??? This is a good one I watched this morning sent by my darling brainy PGP. Elizabeth Pisani is a super brilliant woman and speaker talking about “inconsistencies in today's political systems that prevent our dollars from effectively fighting the spread of HIV.” Check it out.

TED is coming to University of Denver soon and I keep dreaming that tickets will magically fall out of the sky for my me and my husbie.

Let’s see. what else?

Massage really helps with my lupus and I melt under the touch of a great masseuse. Recently, my body was SCREAMING out for one so I booked it and couldn’t wait to get on the table. Turns out they FREAK (understandably so) that I've had cancer and two lymph nodes removed as massage can cause Lymphedema. The risk of me developing it is pretty low, but it’s still there and will be there FOREVER. The masseuse, Harmony (apt name, eh?) was well versed on Lymphedema and didn’t want to inflame any tissue (translation: give me a proper massage) so the massage was very mediocre and super light. She was very apologetic and said she just couldn’t risk injuring me.

I left the place shaking my head. Seriously, can I catch a fucking break? I have this ridiculous chronic illness that is made better by massage. However, because I have had breast cancer and my two sentinel lymph nodes removed, I am at an increased risk for lymphedema. 

Ridiculous.

I lost my camera on Saturday at Finn’s karate tournament. I was really really pissed at myself for a few hours. Then we went out to lunch and as Peter and I were sharing a delicious chocolate malted shake he said “It’s just a camera, honey.”

That of course threw me into a tizzy because I wanted him to be furious at me. A thought he found hilarious.

“You’re already mad enough for both of us and nothing is going to change the situation.”

True.

Mmmm…milkshake.

4 comments:

Byinna | May 20, 2010 at 8:51 AM

Yay you're back! Missed you much. Little Bee is beautifully written and I too highly recommend you read that book.

Emily | May 20, 2010 at 2:28 PM

I bought Little Bee last night, B. I'm excited. I finished Mudbound, which was such a powerful read. Loved it.

Associate Girl | May 22, 2010 at 10:41 AM

Welcome back.

Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman | May 24, 2010 at 11:26 AM

YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!! (too excited?)

Happy massage was on the agenda, even if it was meh.

And love Peter's response about the camera. He is a keeper. But you know that.