laundry mishap

I am pissed. However, the disaster that caused the pissiness is of my own lack of thinking, so I suppose that it is okay. Do you have a favorite pair of jeans? I do. Really, I consider them my only pair of jeans (besides the nasty ones that I wear to work that is). I do in fact have two other pairs of "every day wearable jeans," but they have never been my friends, in fact I have probably not worn them more than once or twice. I was saddened the other day when I noticed that my favorite pair of jeans was wearing thin in several different locations and that the slightest of wrong movements could spell disaster. This got me to thinking about weather I was going to try to find a new pair of favorite jeans or if I would try to reenforce the weakening fabric and wear them still. Then came the laundry mishap. It is my habit to try to do laundry every Sunday, whether it "needs" to be done or not. However, I try no to be a waster, so if there is not enough dirty clothes to seperate by color, I throw them all in at once. (This had never been a problem before, but it now proves to be a terrible idea.) I think that it was those damn blue underwear, at least that is all that I can figure. Now, my favorite jeans are mostly unwearable.

I just ordered two new pairs of jeans. It is a bit of a rush because well, I need jeans. It would seem that I have gained a pound or two since last summer (which is when I got my two other pairs of jeans) because though they are wearable, they are a bit snug, and well, you know how I feel about things being snug. It is my great hope that I will find in one of my newly ordered pairs of jeans a new favorite pair. I will sit in mourning until they arrive, and then I will do my best to move on.

the news.

Sometimes I forget the blogging exists. My computer wouldn't turn on. It was the strangest thing, and then one day, it just worked. There is no apparent explanation. I think maybe it is Talya's fault. It worked when I left Akron. When I got to Athens, it wouldn't work. Oh well.

Those of you who are vegetarians or the good kind of meat meat eaters, or the ones that wear only sweatshop free clothing, or eat only organics... how do you do it? I wish that I was a better person. I don't know how. I am a lot of talk, but when it means doing something besides talking... yeah, well. I am really frustrated with myself in this regard.

Last week, the plant manager was on vacation. So, I worked as acting plant manager. He gets payed the big bucks. I thought that since I was doing exactly the job that he does every day, I too should make the big bucks for the week. The boss didn't agree with me on this point. I made the little bucks. It was hard work and I don't know that my brain and Alcon Tool like abilities could have taken much more stretch. I can see now why he makes the big bucks. It left me wondering why it is if I am capable of doing his job so well, that I am still making the little bucks.

I am going to Motor City tomorrow, which for some reason is leaving me more uneasy than I would be if I were making the same trip to say, Columbus. Detroit just seems scary to me. Yes, I am going to see Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand. It really is quite exciting. Wish me luck.

hurting myself.

I am prone to injury. I am not sure how this came to be. Maybe it is hereditary (my dad seems to have a similar problem). I did it again. I was in a bouldering competition on Saturday. Originally, I wasn't going to compete because I am still recovering from the sprained left ankle injury of three months ago. I started rope climbing again a month ago and have felt totally comfortable with the bouldering for just a couple of weeks. Since my climbing abilities are still lacking (compared to where they were before my injury), I wasn't going to climb on Saturday. Well, my friends thought that that was silly and urged me to climb. So, I did. It was good, I was doing far better than I had anticipated. Then, I did something stupid. I was working a problem without a crash pad, I came off the wall in a bad way and I landed in a worse way. This time it was the right ankle. The doctor on site was sure it was broken, so Ian took me to the ER. It isn't broken, just a sprain. I got a new set of crutches. It is swollen like a grapefruit.

Strange, when I did it, it hurt far worse than last time. It immediately swelled faster and fatter than last time. Now, three days later, it is still more swollen and the bruising is better too, but the pain is much less. I can't decide if it just doesn't feel as bad because I am used to this type of pain, or if it really hurts less. I went to my doctor yesterday and he said that I didn't have to use the crutches unless I wanted to (they won't really make my recovery any faster), so I deep-sixed them. I hate crutches.

So, I am pissed. I can't climb again, but give me a couple of weeks and I will be good to go. I placed 6th out of 13 in the comp. This may not seem so good, but considering this was my first comp and I was climbing on an injured ankle, it is quite good. I am quite proud of myself. Overall, it was a good time. The comp was swell. Ian and I had a great time in the ER. We went to the after party and then the after after party. I drank my sorrows and my pain away, and since have been amazingly upbeat.

Do you recall me ever talking about how sad the state of the ER at O'Bleness is? Well, the last two times I have gone to the ER was in Athens, and at the time, it was quite disappointing. Saturday, I went to the ER at Akron General, which I hadn't been to since high school. It was awful. Keep in mind, my doctor friend, Noah (who is an ER doc at Akron General), was at the comp. He called the ER before I went, told them that I was coming and pre-ordered x-rays. So, all of my issues were completely non-wait related. We were in and out in approx. 2 hours. This aspect of the experience was beautiful. But still, the overall visit was terrible! Give me O'Bleness any day, really.

Also, I saw Peter Ipnar. That was weird. He swears like a sailor now. I didn't ask him, but I think that all that I have heard is true. It kind of made me sad.

this is important.

Sorry, about the phone call. I really did forget you this time. It was weird.

I got tickets to a show in Detroit. At first it seemed like a good idea, then it didn't.

Myspace is a scary thing. I am a member for communication purposes. I think that some people really are addicted. It is bizarre. It frightens me when people flirt via internet. Seriously, this Joe Schmo doesn't know me from Adam and is making advances. What if I really look like his great aunt Franny?! It gives me the he-be-ge-bees.

license to drive

I got my lift truck drivers license last week. It was a little bit scary. It is really a sweet deal. I got a certificate and card saying that I am an authorized lift truck operator, legally this authorizes me to operate anywhere in the U.S. Such a deal... I know that you are jealous.

Yesterday, I spent about 6 hours on the thing and now I think I hate them. However, I am a pro. I feel like I should say that my machine is much more attractive then the one above. Sadly, the selection of pictures on the internet of the proper Yale lift truck is quite sparse.

Have you ever heard of mixing a wheat beer with raspberry puree? Seriously, it is the beer of the month at the Winking Lizard this month. I didn't try it; it frightened me. My logic is this, wheat beer is not so good (in my humble opinion... although, I don't think that I have ever met anyone who likes it), then you go and mix it with something as peculiar as raspberry puree, and well, that is too much. Lime is one thing, and I have even gone as far as an orange, but if it was meant to have raspberry puree in it, they would have included it in the bottled package. Really, what will those crazy kids think of next?