Life as I know it

I had very great plans for this day but already at 9:17 am, things are getting away from me.  Let me begin by saying that yesterday, after weighing myself, I made a decision that today was the start of a new life for me, at least cardiovascularly speaking.  I was going to do what I have never been able to do before, I was going to set my alarm and wake up early to go for a walk-jog.  I set my alarm for 6 am, which would give me enough time to get out there and back before Mark had to leave for work.  But, unexpectedly, at 5:53, there was a wailing sound from the room down the hall.  It was Eli, awake and mad.  After a few minutes of coaxing, I was able to get him to lie back down and look at a light projection on the ceiling.  Who knows if he ever went back to sleep.  Then I got back into my room and looked at the clock, it read 6:02.  As I glanced around the room, one thing struck me.  It was still dark outside.  How the heck was I going to go out walk-jogging in the dark?  Maybe this is something that should have been considered when I was constructing the Great Life Turn-Around of 2008 in my mind.  So I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up until 7:35, when it was really time to get up.  

Next disaster.  While feeding Eli breakfast with little luck, I was making my morning Internet rounds when the dumb wireless connection wasn't working.  I tried restarting the computer, then unplugging the router.  Let me quickly explain where our router sits.  It is on top of our giant entertainment center, which is really like a seven foot tower that is about two inches from the wall. All the wires are hidden in this small space.  During first attempt at rebooting the router, I unplugged the power cord but when I went to plug it back in, I lost my grip on the plug and it fell behind the shelf.  The only way to get it back is to jam your arm into that two inch space and use your fingers like pincers to grab the cord.  Even though it was uncomfortable on the skin of my forearm, I succeeded in record time.  Then I came back to the computer to check on our Internet status.  Dang!  It was still not working properly.  This time I unplugged the Ethernet cord and the power cord.  And of course, the power cord went flying back behind the shelf again.  I had to jam my arm back there again and pince it.  I got it three-forths of the way and dropped it, this time to a much further, out of my reach position.  Also, my arm was stuck, all the way to the armpit behind the shelf.  I had to throw myself away from the shelf to pull it out, leaving half my skin behind.  Now was the dilemma.  If I wanted further Internet access today, I would have to find a way to get that cord back.  I went searching in the kitchen for a tool.  What I found was a pair of kitchen grabbers (I don't know the proper names for any of my kitchen tools).  With this, I was able to once again (painfully) wedge my arm back behind the shelf and this time successfully fish out the cord.  Mercifully, this time the Internet came back to me, as clearly I am now using it to type this blog.  

My arm shows the track marks of this morning's trauma.  It is scraped from below the elbow bend all the way to the armpit.  I might just tell people I got in a motorcycle accident, because the inside of the arm is a very common place for road rash.