“Tendonitis”, according to the Virginia Mason ER.
“Tendinitis” (Redirected from Tendonitis), according to Wikipedia.
“Tendynitis”, according to me and Grant mocking the above disparity.
No matter how you slice it, my tendons are itising, thanks to a recent on-the-job injury. So I won’t be blogging as vivaciously until the condition subsides. But never fear, Imaginary Readers! I shall return soon!
So Target is a fun place. Grant and I have been particularly delighted by their Hello Kitty Band-Aids, which have been appearing in the travel section for a few months now.
I randomly strolled by the full-on first aid aisle to see if they had bigger boxes with assorted sizes of delightful pink bandages, and I was shocked by the array I found!
I mean, seriously. Let’s go through this, shall we? Clockwise from top left, we have My Little Ponies, Strawberry Shortcake, NASCAR, Batman, Spiderman, ScoobyDoo, CareBears, Barbie, Hello Kitty, Dora the Explorer, Dora’s explorador pal Diego (in case you’re not comfortable enough with your eight-year-old masculinity to rock a female icon on your boo-boo, of course), and two varieties of SpongeBob SquarePants. And in case that’s not enough for ya, the entire top row of Nexcare Tatoo Bandages ranging from Nemo to Hannah Montana.
And next up, we have one of the most delightfully creepy products ever made, also featuring some spectacular name branding. And I’m leaving ‘er full size, just so you can enjoy the true glory that is a trip to Target’s Health section. Enjoy, Imaginary Readers. You’ve earned it.
(I agree, the name’s a bit too subtle. Can’t win ‘em all.)
Wow, I’ve been off the blogosphere for a WHILE now! But I swear, I have a good excuse — I went to my college reunion. (OK, that was weeks ago, but since then I’ve both gotten sick and started a new job, both of which suck up valuable blogging time. But it all started with that college reunion.)
Bryn Mawr is a bit odd in that we don’t have an official school mascot. But our unofficial one is the wise old owl. (Gives ya some insight as to how we spoiled pretentious nerd-girls view ourselves, I guess.) I’ve always kinda dug the owl mascot, though — few people who went to BMC did so for the great sports teams or Greek system. It’s all about the academics, and our friendly little pseudo-mascot backs that up nicely.
And in recent years, the owl motif has become SUPER trendy. They’ve been all over clothing, jewelry and accessories for a while, and they’re popping up on more and more household items now. (I myself have at least two owl shirts, an owl purse, at least one pair of owl shoes, quite a bit of owl jewelry, and a pair of owl bookends.) This aviary surplus has been nice for us Bryn Mawr grads — we all wind up snatching nearly every owl-spangled item we lay eyes on, as a subtle way to pay tribute to our alma mater. (And yes, we all compared owl gear at the reunion.)
But seriously, people. This has got to stop somewhere. My last trip to Ross Dress for Less, in which I sought only sheets, led me to one of the eeriest shelf displays of all time. I mean, there is such a thing as TOO MANY OWLS. And these three aren’t even cute, they’re just vaguely avian and bug-eyed. Please take note, Housewares Department. They were better when they were just on shirts.
So good, I’m plugging him for free. But you gotta click on the image to view the full size with text details. Go nuts, Imaginary Readers.
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Those Chinese fortune cookie messages used to be so dull. Even when it was good news, it was either devoid of creativity, or imposed with some lame time restriction.
“You will have a good day tomorrow.” Seriously, we got that one a few months ago. WTF? Not even a good WEEK? And how about “next Thursday”? I’d be even more impressed if I were given a specific date. And “You are surrounded by many good friends” seems less like a fortune and more like an observation, you know? Which is more creepy than uplifting when it comes from a cookie.
But Grant and I got some surprisingly comforting and insightful scraps of corporate-manufactured prophecy the other night — so much so that I immortalized them in Scotch tape. Let’s take a closer look at those messages, shall we?
VA: “You have remarkable power which you are not using.”
Grant: “You will never need to worry about a steady income.”
Given our recent combined nine months of unemployment, plus rumblings of change on the horizon at his work, it’s nice to be reassured via tasteless confectionary messages that we’re gonna be OK.
(And as an aside, the bunny place cards are from Hen’s Easter dinner, but they only felt appropriate since Grant is a rabbit in Chinese astrology. “The luckiest of all the signs”, so they say.)
I’ve 
been consuming an awful lot of lemonade lately.
They say lemon water is an excellent thing to drink to help alkalize your system and detoxify any impurities and whatnot. And who knows where “they” get that sort of thing, but I’ve always really enjoyed lemon water, so why the hell not?
Lately, I’ve been drinking a lot of it, though. And I started adding some delicious vanilla-bean-infused sugar, too, and making my own scrumptious vanilla lemonade. (I know it’s not as healthy like that, I know — but it IS even more delicious and summery, especially when it’s hot out!)
But we’re talking ten lemons worth of lemonade in the past 24 hours. Can you get lemon poisoning, I wonder? Here’s hoping no.
At least now I’m all out of lemons and have to stop.
My favorite of all Catalan holidays. Even better than the one that involves champagne, fireworks and pastries. Dia de St. Jordi is sort of comparable to our Valentine’s Day, except far richer in history, culture, lore, accuracy, and passion. So please indulge me with a ridiculously long post-holiday posting. :D
The real joy of it for me, though, is in the food! In addition to all the adorable festivities in Barcelona, all the bakeries and delis carry red-and-yellow-striped food, like the Catalan flag (or senyera). So I of course took this as a challenge to combine my love of cooking with my love of decorative edibles.
I’m not a whiz with Catalan food yet (despite Jen’s awesome birthday gift of a Catalan cookbook), plus I wanted to leave room for creativity. So I tried to stick mostly to foods that were Spanish or at least kinda Mediterranean. (And I botched the one truly Catalan thing I tried for — authentic allioli, in case you’re curious — but we *did* have Catalan cava on the table.) I started off with the pasta salad pictured above, which consisted of saffron ourzo, feta cheese, basil, cherry tomatoes (red and yellow, of course) and bacon. Read the rest…
I don’t think I’ve ever come away from a massage with visual bruising before. I have two matching diagonal bruise-stripes from underarm to collarbone, like little raglan sleeve seams stitched entirely of pain.
And the worst part is, this only made a tiny dent in all the saved-up tension I have in my shoulders, pecs, triceps, and deltoids — I was in no way ready for the massage to end so soon. WTF did I do to my upper body?
One Candidate to Rule Them All?
Okay, I’m out. But I still found it funny to talk politics with Sam (aka Sean Astin).
The Back Story: When we went to the Democratic Caucus last weekend, the Hillary camp made us hold out for one of their members to speak up for Hillary. He was late, as he’d just arrived into town that day, and everyone who’d been sitting around for ages was getting kinda antsy and pissy. Many people kept suggesting that the Hillary folks just have another supporter speak instead, since the Obama and Kucinich camps did just that. Little did we know, that we would be addressed by A FAMOUS HOBBIT!
Hobbits for Hillary?
I’m done. I really am. Now I understand what Jason Biggs meant when he said in an interview that he’d always be that pie-fucker boy. It’s really hard for me to look at Sean Astin and not think “hairy feet” and “watch out for that wizard” and whatnot. I hope I’m never awkwardly famous like that. (Though, to be fair, his speech was enthusiastic but not particularly political or thought-provoking, so if he’d had something interesting to say I might’ve been able to move past the Shireyness of it all.)
HOLY SHIT.
MY BOYFRIEND IS AWESOME.
And soon, the image quality on this blog will improve.
