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[dragonlady7]

My parents had been iced in for two days when I spoke to them yesterday. Mom was slightly cross that they should have such bad weather on a day that's already a holiday. But it was a bit odd that the town didn't seem to have sent out the salt/sand trucks at all, though perhaps they had and had simply missed my parents dead-end road? But eight families live on that road.


I twice de-iced the car using a big jug of warm water. It's remarkably effective, but only if the ambient temperature is not much below freezing. Today I see it's 19 out, which may be too cold for the trick to work. At least this is snow, which you can brush off-- the ice is just hard to get a scraper under to pry up, so if you can at least melt a hole in it, you're better-off.
Last night Z tried to get gas and the, um, the thing, the door to the gas tank, was frozen shut, and the two of us had to work for quite some time to get the ice off it enough to open it. It's not like there are handles on that door.


My ass-bruise is unimpressive but remains painful. I can kinda sit on it. Except the toilet-- it totally sucks to sit on the toilet. I am trying to think of ways to avoid this but so far I got nothin. I suppose if I stopped eating and drinking... It's something to consider.
The most painful thing, however, is the groin muscle on the other leg, the leg that ended up facing the wrong way when I went down. Z and I went to the speed-skating class last night in Depew and I discovered that, while I couldn't stretch and thus got a brief hip cramp, just skating loosened the painful bits up nicely. So apparently the cure for this particular skating injury is more skating.
Some of the girls are looking into padded-ass shorts with tailbone protectors and the like. I am interested, but cautiously.
I have totally ordered myself a whole new set of pads from Pro-Designed, however. I have to call the dude to figure out the details of the order. Now, this is the guy that kept me talking an hour forty-five, once, so I hope I can be more efficient on the phone this time. (Oh, yes, he called back. He's in Texas. They lost power. Nobody knows what to do when there's ice down there. So he thought that was pretty funny. At least he's got his power back now. I told him we were getting ice storms here in Buffalo but hadn't lost power because there were no more trees to take down, after we lost them all in our October blizzard. Anyhow, $168 for a full set of pads, in black and blue no less, and I'm good to go. Squee! If PayPal hurries up, I'll have them in time for the bout!)


I covet this dress with all my heart but don't have the guts to order it because I don't want to get it and have it not fit. Which is fairly warped and wrong of me, but there it is. Look: it's almost precisely what I wanted to make last summer, but the pattern was way too hard. *pokes it* Want! But tiny straps mean my bra would show, and... That is the story of my life. *whine whine*.
Etcetera. Such is my troubled relationship with fashion.


Last night at the skating class Joe said I'd improved over last week, and last week he said I'd improved a whole lot over the previous time, so at least that's encouraging. I'm still not as good as I could be, but if there's no room for improvement then I'm probably fictional, so it's good to know I'm real.
And on Thursday there's apparently going to be a media blitz at practice. We'll see how that goes.
I can't stop sneezing. I'm going to go blow my nose. Mmm, nothing like a good mention of bodily fluids to round out a fairly boring post. ;)

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[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

That looks like a pretty dress, but I see what you mean....the bra would be very obvious and maybe they don't have the dress in sizes that would involve actually covering the breasts.