Friday, July 29, 2011

Pearls of Wisdom

Geeze-o Pete, I haven't written here in forever. I'm truly the worst. Please accept my apologies and this coupon for ten cents off a $50 purchase at Best Buy. (Just kidding, there's no coupon, but if you need to borrow a dime, just let me know. That I can handle.)


- my hip is still all effed up. Heavy sigh. I'm still doing a ton of physical therapy but it's not really helping. However, I did find out last night that my sister Kerry hates it when I call it PT. Bonus! PT PT PT PT PT.

- I am now 33 years old, the same age as my buddy Jesus Christ when he was crucified. What a slacker that guy was! I have accomplished so much more in my 33 years, namely memorizing commercials and watching every Brady Bunch episode.

- my mother is not going to like that last bullet point or the fact that I said effed. She sent me to my room for saying a word that rhymes with lock and that refers to something usually underwhelming. What, I am talking about a rooster! Sick minds. Anyway, sorry Mom. Happy anniversary to my parents! They have been married for three blissful years and 34 years total. Heyyyyyy yooooooo.

- I'm still hobbling around on crutches and still living at my parents' house. Neither one is something I would recommend trying. I have been a little bit down in the dumps, which I think is understandable considering I injured myself in November and have been living at my mom's since January. Also, Wham! is still broken up and people still like the Beach Boys. Anyway, I'm trying to keep my spirits up but if anyone wants to donate a functioning lower 1/4 of your body, just say the word. I'll take it.

- I am going to write more, even if talking about crutches and muscle tears and sharing a bathroom with my sister makes me feel like Debbie Downer.

- oh, I have to do a whole separate update about Cooper and his progress in obedience classes. For now, check out this picture. Coop has made himself completely at home. My dad's fashion sense, on the other hand, is still strange and foreign.


  1. Dear Taryn - I miss your blogging so much, that even the Debbie Downer posts are good. I don't care what you write about, just please keep posting. Fondly, your blog stalker from California, Patty

    PS - Not everything in your life is bad. At least you will leave your parents nest some day. My mom came to roost with me. She will be my sidekick for the rest of her life, or at least until I find an old folks home that has a happy hour, piano bar and feather boas. Of course she doesn't send me to my room when I use bad words (because I learned them all from her) but she does get very angry when I use the proper words for reproductive anatomy.

    Oh and you are totally 2 years younger than me, which is like 14 years younger than me in dog years. You have plenty of time to make up for one year of hip suck fest.

  2. Oh how you make me laugh!!!

    I'd say "Welcome back" but I feel like I'll jinx it if I do. :)

    Nice to read you again!

  3. I'm still broken up about Wham! so sad.