But clearly, I am just going to skip all of those things. And skip right to...
I HAVE A NEW NEPHEW!
His name is Tyler and he was born late Saturday night. He is doing good, as is his mom - (this is my brother and his French Canadian wife, not the little brother who lives here in MI). Anyhoo, they have already informed us that we are not allowed to call him "Ty", which whatever, get over it cuz I'm gonna. Tyler was jaundice for a few days, which is not unusual for babies, but they didn't send him home until yesterday. So last night we got on the webcam thingy and got to see him, though mostly we spent the time talking to my niece. She is 18 months old and apparently unsure about the baby. When they picked her up from her grandparents on their way home from the hospital, they put her in the seat next to Tyler and she pointed at the baby and started screaming hysterically - ALL THE WAY HOME. She seemed settled by the time I talked to her though.
Welcome to the World, Tyler.
Now onto my today...
I started my physical therapy back up today. Mostly for upper body strengthening, but also because I have been having some clenching on the inside edge of my hip - muscle or joint, I was unsure. For a refresher and those new to the class - Kevin was my physical therapist when I was 13 until I was 19, and I started seeing him again last year. So, he knew me when I was a foul-mouthed little punk-ass kid who liked fire and swearing and smoking and..you get the idea.
Here is this conversation I had at therapy today...
There is this aide named Sheri - (the one who saw Jensen on my tshirt and yelled, "OMG, Eric Brady!") - she is a cool lady and has these three teenage kids. The BFF loaned out her copy of SPN season one to Kevin last summer and it ended up making the rounds in the therapy office. So Sheri took it home and she didn't get into it but all of her teenagers get addicted to SPN. So we had this conversation today while Kevin was stretching me...
S: My kids are marathoning SPN and everytime I see it, I think of you and wonder how you are doing.
Me: Oh, that's nice, Sheri. /smile/ I don't want to talk about SPN right now, though. I'm still pissed off about the finale. /less smile/
S: I was in the room when they watched the finale, let's see if I can remember what happened...
Me: I'll tell you what happened. /no smile/ Castiel went insane! And now Dean probably has to kill him! And he can't kill Cas because CAS IS THE ONLY REAL FRIEND DEAN HAS EVER HAD AND NOW HE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO KILL HIM BECAUSE CAS WENT INSANE AND HE CAN'T KILL HIM AND I'M SO PISSED OFF, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!
Then I hear this weird thudding noise and I look over and Kevin has put his head down on the exam table because he is laughing so hard that he can't stop.
Me: THIS IS SERIOUS, KEVIN! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S SERIOUS BUSINESS!
Kevin: /still laughing and gasping for breath/ I know it is. /pats my leg with his head still on the table/ I'm sorry,
I DON'T THINK HE WAS SORRY! I THINK HE WAS LAUGHING AT MY PAIN! Though not my physical pain, because that would be unprofessional, yo.
Anyways, my hip didn't hurt at all this morning, but now due to the hour and a half of poking and prodding at therapy, it hurts like a motherfucker. We did discover that at least some of it is muscle though. Since he pushed on the muscle and my whole leg jerked and tried to kick him in the face (that's what he gets for laughing about Dean and Cas!). That it is a muscle is actually a good thing, because it means therapy will help.
But now I hurt and am tired and must go to bed because TOMORROW I GO SEE "X.0" - or "X-Men: First Class", as it is actually called. Whatever, I like my name better.
That is all.