Broken

I finally broke something - my arm. I did it falling on the ice... again. I should relish in the unintended foreshadowing. But I'm not.

And I'd really like to tell you all about my fun adventure - for real - but I literally have no use of my left arm. This takes too long. :) You people should all call me. But give me a lot of time to get to the phone. If I tense up my shoulder on accident, my whole arm spasms. I gotta do everything really deliberately. And I still live alone for the next ten days, so I have to learn to do everything one-handed. Why didn't I listen better when my mommy taught me to tie my shoes with one hand?!

Boo.

I Just Want To Know... I Think

Okay, so one bad part about shows being all delayed here is that you can always look online to see the episode guides and it sort of ruins the suspense. But I still like knowing how movies and shows end. It doesn't spoil it -- it just lets you wonder how you'll get from where you are to the end. In my humble opinion.

I was watching Grey's Anatomy tonight (like every Monday). This made me want to just find out what happens. A) I realised I missed all of Season One. I need to remedy that ASAP. I mean honestly. B) There are no good episode guides. They're all mysterious and vague. I wouldn't be reading them if I didn't really want to know what happened. Don't say "pertinent mystery guest"; just tell who the devil it is. I want to know. I think. :)

Well, the only plot line I am really insatiably curious about is Denny. Does he die? I really, really don't want him to. I think I might love him. (In that TV character/fake person, etc. way.) I think I want to know. I am almost positive I want to know.

So, dear TV addicted friends, who watched the finale of Grey's and can tell me if he lives or dies?! Whew. I already feel better knowing the answer is close. :) Help me, dear friends, help me.

Ice, Ice Baby

It was frosty this morning. Enough to leave frost on everything. I got up early. For some reason. (I'm currently exhausted.) I decided with all my free time, I'd return DVDs, books from the library, AND get some groceries. I know. So productive. Well, I started the trek down my icy hill. Ice. Hill. Clutzy Annika.... can you see where this is going?

Well, I made it down the first half pretty well. There are some stairs involved there, but they were icy. Then, after the stairs, I remembered I'd need to whip out the ice feet. You know, that funny walk you do when it's super icy out - silly, but effective. So I'm doing that and concentrating like a banshee (they concentrate!). Well, I get to the street I need to cross, and I see a car that has slid into the two inch ditch between curb and street. This is complicating traffic to a distressing degree. I manage to cross the street, almost step onto the curb and whammo - I'm down. Right in front of the car that went off the road. So people are flocking to me, yelling, "Are you alright?!" Sigh. So embarrassing. I jumped up, assuring people I was fine and joining in on the chorus, "Can you believe how bad the roads are?"

But seriously, I'm from Wisconsin. And I slipped on the ice. In the middle of a friggin' road. I have shamed the whole state, I think. The worst part is, I was in such a hurry to have me not be the centre of attention as the girl that fell that I didn't notice til I got all the way down the hill that my ankle hurt. And my bad hips (whatever - so I'm 80) must have been affected as well. So I have a sore right ankle and sore left hip, just to keep things interesting.

There was also no time to take groceries back to the flat, so I had to trudge into work with bags in hand. And a bruised ego. :) But luckily, everyone understood. Most of them had had to wait hours to come into work because the roads were even worse, especially farther out of town. So while I complain about the lack of snow, I probably wouldn't be able to leave my house without a sled in hand.

Wait, that could be fun.

More Pictures!

I know I suck about putting pictures up in a timely fashion, but here are some more pictures from when the fam was here. This picture was just a stop on the side of the road. Awesome, no?

Me falling off the giant concrete Kiwi, Leif looking shady behind me.

Dad and Leif with the giant Kiwi. Shady was Leif's theme of the day.

Oh, Queenstown. So pretty.

Like Clockwork

You know how after finals, your stress levels go down and you get sick? Well, I figured I would try to combat that by starting the second job (well, starting with real hours instead of a bit of training) the day after finals got done. Well, I had to take Nyquil last night, slept for 13 hours, took a red pill (some kind of cold something my mommy sent me) today and am exhausted.

Luckily, I adore meaningless tasks (for real - no sarcasm!) and I get to do data entry and filing all day. It's soothing. And I work in a proper office with a proper desk. That's mine. Ooh. I'm moving on up in the world. :)

Song and Dance

When I was little, my cousin and I used to do little song and dance things that my poor family had to watch. Sometimes they were plays, sometimes there was music involved. Who knew that style would be good later in life? At the sorority we had to do several things like that (thank God for my childhood experience!!). And this music video (pointed out to me by the lurvely Lisa) demonstrates the Fatboy Slim-like style music video. I dig it. Who knew my talents as a choreographer might actually be of use to someone some day? I think I could make this stuff up!!