Jessie_D_Wheelie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jessiedwheelie) wrote,@ 2006-02-22 22:03:00 |
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He was born a pauper to a pawner
I ran into Steve the Physio the other day after emerging out of the seventh level of hell AKA a Urologist's waiting room after a nice 45 minute wait surrounded by old men making disgusting noises that I swear to GOD only old men can make. Love for the joys of being a paraplegic. WHY a routine ultrasound of my kidneys (to make sure everything is humming along as I can't feel if there is a ninja star lodged in one) requires an effing consult is beyond me. All I know is that I got to experience something no 22 yr old woman SHOULD EVER HAVE TO EXPERIENCE. That's right. 45 minutes in the Urologist's waiting room surrounded by digusting old men waiting to be told they have prostate cancer making disgusting old man noises. UGH.
More to the point of my story. Steve the Physio comes zipping around the side of my car on a skateboard (Who is this guy?) and while I'm thinking pretty much that exact thought (not much 'boarding goes on around Vancouver General) he's all 'HEY!' and I'm all 'HEY!'. So we went for coffee to catch up and turns out he's moving to the Garden of Eden, I mean, just past Coldstream outside of Vernon on Hwy 6. None of you know where this is, but believe me, it is probably the most beautiful spot (in my humble opinion) in BC. I WANTED TO LIVE THERE!!!! I would probably secretly be hating Steve and his wife right now were it not for the fact that their daughter is quite possibly the cutest child I have ever seen. And I am IMMUNE TO CUTE CHILDREN. She was with us at coffee and no less than like three people stopped and started talking to her/us including one woman who I think wanted to steal Brynn but I totally could have taken her out. Seriously, they broke the mold on that child. SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE. What is happening to me. Am I getting old? Is this what happens?? ACK!
It's been 'reading break' at SFU this week. Of course they don't actually give us a whole WEEK, that would be extravagant to the max. So it was more of a "Here's two days, don't hang yourself, maybe just cut yourself a wee bit instead" reading break. Oddly enough, I really enjoyed not having class for those two days. If only because I got to watch FIGURE SKATING! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! How I loves my figure skating.
Team Canada is out of men's hockey. I had the game on in the 'background' of me studying earlier, which meant that I read the same line over and over and over while not actually devoting any attention to the game. I'm ridiculous. Here's the odd part: When they lost, I kind of felt like laughing. WTF? Normally I am pretty much weeping with joy/despair regarding anything to do with the Olympics (they get me RIGHT THERE) but today I was all "Huh. Serves you right for leaving SID THE KID behind!" which, what? I don't give a crap about Sidney Crosby, but that was pretty much my first thought, followed closely by "Wayne Gretzy should never speak without a script". That guy. I tell you.
I ran into Steve the Physio the other day after emerging out of the seventh level of hell AKA a Urologist's waiting room after a nice 45 minute wait surrounded by old men making disgusting noises that I swear to GOD only old men can make. Love for the joys of being a paraplegic. WHY a routine ultrasound of my kidneys (to make sure everything is humming along as I can't feel if there is a ninja star lodged in one) requires an effing consult is beyond me. All I know is that I got to experience something no 22 yr old woman SHOULD EVER HAVE TO EXPERIENCE. That's right. 45 minutes in the Urologist's waiting room surrounded by digusting old men waiting to be told they have prostate cancer making disgusting old man noises. UGH.
More to the point of my story. Steve the Physio comes zipping around the side of my car on a skateboard (Who is this guy?) and while I'm thinking pretty much that exact thought (not much 'boarding goes on around Vancouver General) he's all 'HEY!' and I'm all 'HEY!'. So we went for coffee to catch up and turns out he's moving to the Garden of Eden, I mean, just past Coldstream outside of Vernon on Hwy 6. None of you know where this is, but believe me, it is probably the most beautiful spot (in my humble opinion) in BC. I WANTED TO LIVE THERE!!!! I would probably secretly be hating Steve and his wife right now were it not for the fact that their daughter is quite possibly the cutest child I have ever seen. And I am IMMUNE TO CUTE CHILDREN. She was with us at coffee and no less than like three people stopped and started talking to her/us including one woman who I think wanted to steal Brynn but I totally could have taken her out. Seriously, they broke the mold on that child. SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE. What is happening to me. Am I getting old? Is this what happens?? ACK!
It's been 'reading break' at SFU this week. Of course they don't actually give us a whole WEEK, that would be extravagant to the max. So it was more of a "Here's two days, don't hang yourself, maybe just cut yourself a wee bit instead" reading break. Oddly enough, I really enjoyed not having class for those two days. If only because I got to watch FIGURE SKATING! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! How I loves my figure skating.
Team Canada is out of men's hockey. I had the game on in the 'background' of me studying earlier, which meant that I read the same line over and over and over while not actually devoting any attention to the game. I'm ridiculous. Here's the odd part: When they lost, I kind of felt like laughing. WTF? Normally I am pretty much weeping with joy/despair regarding anything to do with the Olympics (they get me RIGHT THERE) but today I was all "Huh. Serves you right for leaving SID THE KID behind!" which, what? I don't give a crap about Sidney Crosby, but that was pretty much my first thought, followed closely by "Wayne Gretzy should never speak without a script". That guy. I tell you.
