A Week into 2008

Feel any different?

Yep, it was a week ago that we were on the last ticks of 2007 and getting ready for 2008. So how did the first week go for you? Any resolutions already out the window yet? Any resolutions still in force that you are surprised that they stuck around a week and wonder how far you can take it?

Speaking of sticking around to see how far they can take it, how about those Giants? Not how I expected the game to go but it was nice to see Eli throw the football to his own team. Sorry Bucs fans but now you get to sit on the bench with the Jets fans who didn't even make it to the playoffs. And the Chargers took on the Titans and won. I think I would have gone for the Chargers if I had known exactly how many players were out for the Titans. Not a pretty sight, but they held their own for most of the game.

So next week is the next round of win or go home (sounds like a game show). Here is how the rest of the playoffs and the Superbowl is going to go. It is going to be Green Bay and the Pats in the AFC playoff with the Pats going to the Superbowl. For the NFC I think that the Colts and the Cowboys are going to go head to head with the Cowboys going to the Superbowl. Pats win Superbowl and a lot of armchair quarterbacks say the only reason they did this well this season is that they cheated. Cowboys vs. the Patriots will give the network the UMPH they need to sell the rest of the ad time.

I have done some of the stuff I am hoping to do this year. Some other things have fallen by the wayside and need to be picked up and done this week. Then there is the BIG PROJECT. Yep, it is that time of year. I have a BIG PROJECT I need to get done for Farpoint. Today I need to go further a field for fabric since I have had carp luck around here. But first those dolls I keep talking about. I feel bad about having them in my possession when they should be with their owns. The journals are the hard part for me to complete as strange as that sound.

Caroline informed us that she got up last night but noticed that it was still dark outside and so she went back to bed and there was a "4" on the clock. Which means that she got up at 4 AM and figured out that it was too early to get up. She is starting to sort out digital time. I need to get a book so she can learn analogue time. I remember when digital watches first came on the scene. I was so proud of my red digital read-out watch.

I am grateful that my parents got me a digital watch early in the era of digital watched.

LJ Idol 4.9 Entry My Scars

I have several all with an interesting history and a funny story about each. There are a number I should have but my skin has been pretty good about not scarring for some of my more fantastic accidents.

I was trying to figure out what direction I should go with them by when I got them, head to toe, or toe to head.

Then I remember once we got into a scar contest at a Science Fiction convention. I won for best story attached to a scar visible. I have a small scar across the back of my left hand that is a reminder to me to never get ahead of myself. I got it in college when I was fencing which I loved to do. It was a match within the group during practice and we were fencing epee (It is amazing the things that you can remember). I was trying to push my advantage when I got sloppy and my partner's epee blade broke and grazed my hand that had drifted from behind me to my side which a cardinal rule to our fencing master. You kept your body such that you offer as little target as possible and you ALWAYS kept your hand out of it. After it was assessed that I was not hurt too badly, I got the sharp side of my fencing master's tongue about safety, right of way, and poor fencing form. I have always jokingly referred to it as my Heidelberg dueling scar and in a strange way am quite proud of it

A little further up the same arm is a scar that is from a razor blade which I got from a straight razor that I was rigging for Sweeny Todd. I was trying to take the razor blade out so I could put the fake blade in and it slipped and sliced rather deeply into my left arm. That one stung a lot. So that is one of my many theater scars. Underneath my hairline on the left hand side of my face there is one from where my head smacked into the pavement after I fell 16 1/2 feet to a marble floor while hanging lights for a show a friend of mine was doing. I had just gotten to where I could get up on the scaffolding and know which way was up (I have really vertigo) when the accident happened. Along with the scar, I shattered just about every bone in my left foot in place much to the Doctor's amazement.

On my left knee there is a reminder that I should always tell my parents where I am going and what I am up to. It was the last day of school. I think it was 7th grade and we saw the janitor dump a whole box of comic books on our way out of school. So me and a friend (who kind of avoided me after this) took our bikes back to the school to get the comics. Now I had just switched bikes for a bigger one and it was still a little big for me and I hadn't total control over it. I lost control going downhill and torn a large chunk out of my left knee on a curbstone. The sad thing was that the comics were not there. Probably already found by someone else. My parents were upset with me once they figured out that the injury was not life threatening, But they could tell that I had learned my lesson about telling them where I was going with my friends.

Not any on my right side really except inside my elbow on both arms where I have given blood many times, had blood drawn many times (sometimes very badly), had IV inserted and other needles stuck in there for various medical reasons. The only scar I have on my right side that is in a rather private place which was a cut my ob-gyn made the day that Caroline was born to give her enough room to come into the world. That one hurt like heck but was worth it for my baby girl to come into the world.

The only other ones are scars that are so faint I can only see them and those are on my wrist when I tried to kill myself back in grad school. They healed up nicely but they serve as a reminder of how far into the pit I have gone and crawled back out again. As hard as it seems, it is possible to come back from what feels like the lowest point in ones life. I am living proof.

So those are the memorable ones, most of the other I have I look at and try to remember where I got them. Sometimes a faint memory comes back to me and others are a total mystery.