January 17, 2008

So NOT Cool

This is "light mix turning into rain by rush hour":

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The roads are covered with snow.  Roads are closed due to accidents.  It will probably take Mr. BBM three hours to get home.  I almost fell on my butt when I had to retrieve Big I from school because I can’t fit boots over my stupid immobilizing brace and it was slippery out there.  It’s rush hour and the snow is coming down like crazy.  So not COOL!

Oh, almost forgot to mention that when I got in the car to go get Big I, I attempted to clear off the windows without having to walk around with the scraper.  I lowered the windows, but the stupid automatic thing on my driver side window brought the window the entire way down which brought a big old pile of snow right into my lap.  Also NOT cool.  Actually quite cool as my heated seat quickly melted the snow onto my pants. GRR. 

Here’s another thing that’s not cool.  This is my leg:

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I stood in front of the mirror the other day in my underwear and could not believe the difference in my legs.  The difference is just ridiculous.  It’s not at all unlike that chicken leg.  I think it’s a cruel joke for women who have ACL surgery.  As women, we always carry more weight on the upper thigh/butt area.  If ACL surgery is going to take away my muscle, at the VERY LEAST, it could also take away some of the upper thigh/butt area.  Just call me KFC BBM because that’s what I look like.  It is so not fair, and SO NOT COOL!

Here’s yet one more thing that’s not cool.  Mr. BBM and I bought our new exercise bike primarily for me and my rehabilitation.  On the first night we had it, I was already hurting from PT so I didn’t take a turn on the bike.  Mr. BBM spent the whole evening on the thing. 

The next day, I went to ride the bike before my shower.  The seat was so insanely high that I could barely get on the thing.  Once I did, it only took a second to realize I was NEVER going to be able to make this work.  I jumped off the bike onto my good leg and tried to adjust the seat.

SWEAT.

FRUSTRATION.

SCREAMING.

SWEARING.

And a phone call. . . Mr. BBM answers his work phone.

"What the hell are you trying to prove?  (Mr. BBM tries to inquire why I’m so upset but I continue. . .) No seriously, what are you trying to prove?  I just spent the past 10 minutes trying to adjust the seat that SOMEONE screwed on so ridiculously tight that I will NEVER be able to move it.  I can’t ride the bike, and who did we buy this bike for?  Me, right?  ME!  It’s just like when you screw the cap on the bottle of soda too tight that I can’t open it.  Are you trying to prevent me from drinking soda?  Are you trying to prevent me from riding the bike?  Just as you show common courtesty in lowering the toilet seat, do a girl a favor and lower the bike seat when you’re done, especially if you are going to be intent on proving you are Hercules."

So

NOT

COOL!   

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