Taking Stock
Greetings one and all from my new laptop!
So, it's 2009. We've survived the blizzard. We didn't have to build an arc for the flood. I screwed up my knee but not badly enough to require surgery. My in-laws came and went as did Santa and New Year's Eve. Plus, I turned 39 and the earth didn't stop rotating. I'd say we're off to a pretty good start!
One of my new Christmas toys was a waterproof Mp3 player. Sometime in November, I did something to my knee which I can't remember but it must have been good because on the 23rd of December I found myself falling asleep to a Kenny G Christmas album while having an MRI. (Take it from me, when they ask you if you have a preference on what music they pipe into your headphones while strapped to the MRI table, YOU DO. Just like when you dance your first dance at your wedding, you should never tell the band, "Play whatever" because you'll end up dancing to the theme from Disney's Pochahontas.) Anyhoo, the MRI showed I had fluid around my knee, a bruised bone and medial meniscus tears. No running for me, I was swimmer girl, now.
I hate swimming. I was on a swim team from age 5 until 8th grade. I'm pretty sure the only reason I did it was to be able to eat powdered Jell-O straight from the box.
So, enter this new fangled music player which plays any - ANY! - format of music through - get this - your skull! No ear buds, just flat pads I stick on either side of my head and when I stick my head underwater, ta-dah, liquid stereo and alleviated boredom.
Now, two things I've learned since acquiring my new musical apparatus. First off, the Snohomish High School Boys Swim Team practices in 5 of the 6 lanes at the gym pool from 7 - 9 AM on Saturdays.
Secondly, musical tastes change. My new laptop was stuck in the UPS backlog due to the freak snowstorm we had out here. It was due to arrive on Dec 22nd and got here on January 2nd. This meant, the only downloadable music I had at my disposal was really, really old stuff on the desktop in the office. Stuff downloaded from Napster and Bearshare when life was free and the lawyers were busy doing other things. Stuff I had when I used to listen to *whispers* country music.
In my defense, it's not my fault. My father never met a singing cowboy or cowgirl he didn't like, my first concert at age seven was John Denver, and my husband and I moved here from Dallas.
So, here's the visual - 39 year old mother of two in a grandma-style Speedo swimsuit, a bright red spandex bathing cap she stole from her daughter, with two oblong shaped white disks held together with a strap clipped to her goggles, swimming with a kickboard to "Beer for my Horses" next to five lanes of potential Micheal Phelpses.
Needless to say, when my PT told me last week, "Sure, you'll be running in a month," I almost hugged her.
Happy New Year, Everybody!
So, it's 2009. We've survived the blizzard. We didn't have to build an arc for the flood. I screwed up my knee but not badly enough to require surgery. My in-laws came and went as did Santa and New Year's Eve. Plus, I turned 39 and the earth didn't stop rotating. I'd say we're off to a pretty good start!
One of my new Christmas toys was a waterproof Mp3 player. Sometime in November, I did something to my knee which I can't remember but it must have been good because on the 23rd of December I found myself falling asleep to a Kenny G Christmas album while having an MRI. (Take it from me, when they ask you if you have a preference on what music they pipe into your headphones while strapped to the MRI table, YOU DO. Just like when you dance your first dance at your wedding, you should never tell the band, "Play whatever" because you'll end up dancing to the theme from Disney's Pochahontas.) Anyhoo, the MRI showed I had fluid around my knee, a bruised bone and medial meniscus tears. No running for me, I was swimmer girl, now.
I hate swimming. I was on a swim team from age 5 until 8th grade. I'm pretty sure the only reason I did it was to be able to eat powdered Jell-O straight from the box.
So, enter this new fangled music player which plays any - ANY! - format of music through - get this - your skull! No ear buds, just flat pads I stick on either side of my head and when I stick my head underwater, ta-dah, liquid stereo and alleviated boredom.
Now, two things I've learned since acquiring my new musical apparatus. First off, the Snohomish High School Boys Swim Team practices in 5 of the 6 lanes at the gym pool from 7 - 9 AM on Saturdays.
Secondly, musical tastes change. My new laptop was stuck in the UPS backlog due to the freak snowstorm we had out here. It was due to arrive on Dec 22nd and got here on January 2nd. This meant, the only downloadable music I had at my disposal was really, really old stuff on the desktop in the office. Stuff downloaded from Napster and Bearshare when life was free and the lawyers were busy doing other things. Stuff I had when I used to listen to *whispers* country music.
In my defense, it's not my fault. My father never met a singing cowboy or cowgirl he didn't like, my first concert at age seven was John Denver, and my husband and I moved here from Dallas.
So, here's the visual - 39 year old mother of two in a grandma-style Speedo swimsuit, a bright red spandex bathing cap she stole from her daughter, with two oblong shaped white disks held together with a strap clipped to her goggles, swimming with a kickboard to "Beer for my Horses" next to five lanes of potential Micheal Phelpses.
Needless to say, when my PT told me last week, "Sure, you'll be running in a month," I almost hugged her.
Happy New Year, Everybody!