Broken thumbs are dumb // part two

PART TWO....

I broke my thumb on a very cold Thursday. I had just come from class and Jenna was with me. We stopped at the corner $tore for water bottles and then headed to practice. And then an hour later we were huddled in the dugout, hiding from the aggressive winds and filling up the camera roll with photos of my now very irregular looking thumb.

At first, no one believed that  I had  broken my thumb! I didn't really either actually. It was so unimpressive, a ball just hit it and then I said ow and then 10 minutes later it still hurt just as much. I didn't even cry! My mom was really proud.

For those of you who are passionately curious about thumbs and how they break (or mine, in particular.) it was a clean break down the middle, that split my thumb in half lengthwise to the first knuckle.

Gross right? And silly old me too! I mean, I was half expecting to break my thumb texting, so you can imagine my surprise.

More after the jump!

Broken Thumbs are dumb! Part one.

Long story short, it turns out that softballs are actually not very soft at all.

Three weeks ago I broke my thumb, four days after I had to have surgery to piece it back together again and from then on my right hand has been bandaged up in an awful, homeless-esque splint. It's been a little rough. Gone are the days of doodles, scribbled to do lists and you know, softball itself. Don't get me started on eyeliner (or makeup, or hair in general!) And eating is is fairly awkward...But don't worry, I'm managing just fine on that one ;)

To be honest, the broken bone thing has been a bit of a kill joy. At first it was like, kind of cool! A broken bone, a cool sports injury story and Facebook posts about my surgery! But that wore off after like 3.5 seconds and then it hit me that I had to exist and function in society and fully depend on my left hand (which hadn't proved to be all that coordinated in the past...)

But today I was like, what the heck! I managed a bit of mascara, which is quite a feat these days, and was feeling kind of proud. And in honor of that, We hijacked the last bit of light during a friends senior shoot and documented my right hand in all its poorly bandaged glory.

More photos of my thumb to come. What a thing to look forward too!

A VERY VARSITY TUESDAY

4 seasons. 

72 games. 

80 million tears shed. 

2 permanently bruised knees and 

one heart full of love for these beautiful girls 

and this sport I am lucky enough to play.

Well, that was interesting.

Each season of volleyball, I learn something news.

And ironically, that something is NEVER about volleyball.

The fist year I learned about Christ,
The second year I learned about myself,
This year, I learned about people.

Halfway through the season, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The game isn't what's important, the passing the setting the (attempted) spiking. I'm fairly positive that 30 years from now I'll forget that one amazing save, or that (very!) rare time we all actually did the ace cheer.

But, I know I won't forget the girls I played with.

That put it into perspective for me. Its not about the game happening on the court, it's about the girls playing the game. And in my case, it's a relief to know the stats will eventually be forgotten, but how we treat others? Not so! We're stuck with that for record for all of eternity.

Moral of the story: Play with Grace, Play for God.

Also, shout out to my JV baes, because lets face it! I'm JV at heart!

ONE: 3 teams this year = happy homeschoolers!

TWO: Abberdoodle, my true love!

THREE:  In which Jessie and Jackie flaunt their long arms

FOUR: The best part of the game: when it's over!

FIVE: My BCDS girl. Benji approves. 

SIX: In team photos, it only matters if you look good!

 Am I right, or am I right?

99 Problems like WHATTT

After a long day at school and right before a long evening at volleyball, Sarah graciously offered to help me test some poses for the volleyball team photos (!!) And of course, since Sarah is ALWAYS adorable and then on top of that she was having a REALLY good hair day, we got some extra keepers in between the stuffy poses.

And sorry. For the title. Iggy just gets me sometimes.

Like I said, sorry!

PS: Everyone! Go check out Sarah's blog!

HI, LET ME BABBLE.

I've been meaning to write this post for probably thirty minutes, but I keep getting interrupted by the urge to listen to 80's music. And when the 80's call, you answer! 80's aside (and let's not forget this gem!) These are a few selfies from the first day of school! Well, if you want to get technical these are from the first day before the first day of school - details details! And the moral of the story is that if you wear the same outfit 2 days in a row, don't tell anyone. Except the Internet in my case. I always trust the NSA with my most devious secrets. Don't you!?

And on a side note, we have our first varsity volleyball game today which gives me mixed feelings of excitement and puke. But! I have noticed that when I am nervous I tend to get the blogging urge, if you know what I mean (which you probably don't, so anyway), and so I will probably whip out about 50 posts in 12 seconds. Yay for efficiency, I guess!

And before my death or I mean, I leave for Volleyball, let me leave you with some links because exploring the internet is fun!

▲▲ this shirt, OHMYGRACIOUS SOMEONE BUY IT FOR ME, THANKS.

▲▲ Scarlet peonies, I didn't even know such magic existed.

▲▲ of course, you internet know-it-all's know this is old news, but its a really interesting video!

▲▲ the styling in these photos are fab!

▲▲ my mom was looking for volleyball warm up songs and found this (and the greatest wedding processional of all time, for that matter!) read the comments, they are hilarious!

Right where I belong.

 I've been trying to take more photos lately, which fills up my camera card which in turn makes me not be able to take photos.

Funny how things like that work!

Guys, I started track. And it's painful. The lady who was helping us said "Are you a distance runner or a sprinter?" and I'm just like " I'm a sitter-on-the-couch-er." Ha, at least I'm not a liar. Today after our WAY TOO EARLY practice, it reeeeaaaallly hurt to move. So naturally, I didn't! Thank goodness there's a plethora of blogs and such to keep a sitter on the couch.....right where she belongs.

V-Ball Update

Every time I start something that involves effort and commitment, there comes a time when I get completely fed up and declare to mom I'm quitting whatever it is and pursing a career in underwater basket weaving. Forget the pain, sweat and hard work!  Who wouldn't wanna weave baskets under water...I mean seriously!

Okay, so in case you are wondering, that happened with volleyball.

I didn't do anything too terribly. It's just always a little bit frustrating when you try and try and still cant get it right. Serves don't get over. Bumps go the wrong direction. The sets really shouldn't count as sets at all...

And if I were intelligent, I'd make up some super inspiring quote about perseverance and such. But sadly, the movie stars and fashion designers have taken all the good lines. Thank goodness the internet has a boundless amount!

 (source)

Thanks for listening to me whine. Here's to better practices, and to actually getting the ball over the net!

PS: I realize this is not an exciting post - sorry!

Olympia

 I love the Olympics! It must be the proud American in me, but I seriously just want our people to win! No offense to the Russians and Chinese, but we Americans have way more team spirit. Which is way more awesome. If I had an Olympic shirt, I would totally be wearing it. Just so everyone in our house can know which team I'm rooting for. Oh, and I'm thrilled the gymnastics gym is pink. Me and Jordan Weiber - we like pink.

Of course, the Olympics start on the day I have my swim meet. I went and did my best. I swam hard and even did well in the relay. I felt pretty good. And then I came home and watched the Olympics. And I felt like a dork.

I'm exhausted after a 50? and they are doing 800 METERS? Geez, watching the Olympics is NOT a way to boost self confidence.

Also, our friends stopped by today. Which was extra cool! Because I'm more the "Just stop by" type than the plan for weeks in advance. Spontaneous is just so much more fun right? They also came over post swim team-mid nap- pre shower (which basically means I was sleeping and my hair looked like a rats nest. Lovely.) I woke up, blabbered a little, got some lemonade and forgot to drink it and had a wonderful time for the 10 minutes they were there.

So that was my day. I'm off to watch more Olympics. Prepare to see my swimming self confidence reach an all time low.

Alternate Titles

There really are a lot of things I could call this post.

"Proof Bubbles needs a bath."

"I should be washing my blankets more."

"Awkward Dog Photos"

"Snoring Beauty"

But in the end, I think I'll go with Bubbles.

I pride myself on my creativity.

Have a great Tuesday ya'll. I also pride myself on my southern accent, just turning on the charm you know! The blog revamp is going well (not good mind you) and I can't wait to for it to be up and running. Blogs do a lot of running...? Let me rephrase that, I can't wait for it to be up! I have my first swim practice of the season today, eek. I'm fairly sure I'll pass out on lap 4. When Emmers and I went for tryouts, we swam 3 laps. When we got out I declared "That was a great workout!" Trust me, it will be rough. XOXO, Kryn

You Will be missed

Today is the day we mourn all the brave sock souls who gave their final hurrah yesterday. To the socks under the sofa, behind the dryer, deep in places we would never expect - we miss you. We wish you would re-appear so you could don our feet and we could be sockful again.

That being said, socks do not belong on my feet. It is nearly impossible to keep them on my feet for that matter too. I like fuzzy, pink long socks. But I don't like little sports socks. They got lost in the depths of my room WAY to easy.  I honestly can't imagine all the places they hide. With my luck they are probably all neatly folded in my drawer, but who looks in obvious places? Now that I think about it, socks are spiteful beings. They despise feet, of course because then they get stinky and smelly. Eww.

On a better note, my bowling scores have improved! I'm hoping baby bowling is a thing of the past and that soon I will become an amazing bowler. Or I'd be happy with an 80, but I'll take whichever comes first. Also, I'm in full summer mode. I woke up yesterday thinking it was Saturday. And then today I thought it was Thursday. I hope my metal calender adjusts soon or I might be persuaded that I am skewed.

Here's to faulty calenders, being sad for the socks and better bowling!

Sincerely,
Tomorrow is Sunday!

Baby Bowling

At first, I deemed my baby day a failure and was going to substitute it. But the more I though about it the more I realized how babyish my day was. Of course, there are two parts to baby day. If it was 2003, Justin Bieber's Baby song would not even be considered an option for celebrating. Especially since it had not even been written. But now you think JB when you hear the word baby. Or at least I do. And probably every other teenage girl thinks the same thing.

So I went bowling today. Cue the singing, dancing in the lanes and of course JB and we are in babyland.  Of course, our bowling alley is a little less glamorous. First of all, you can actually see the lanes and second of all you actually bowl and not dance and sin about how your first love broke your heart for the first time. But other than those minor details, the tropical Suburbia bowling alley and Babyland are pretty much identical twins. (I'm so punny.)

And then, I bowled like a baby. I complete and utter baby. And baby's who are reading this, I'm sorry. I must join your blankie loving clan because I can't bowl to save my 2 year old life. I think I got 38 one game and 23 the next. Oh just kidding, I meant 138 and 123. I wish. If I'd been in the Babyland bowling alley and been dancing and wearing high tops, I'd probably actually have gotten 138 for reals. But in tropical Suburbia, I was a baby with my bowling.

I think next time I go bowling, I'll go on adult day. Or better yet, Senior day. I'd for sure be a rock star and maybe beat my high score. Of 38.

Sincerely,
I'll always be a baby bowler

Helpful Advice

On this blog, I often share helpful information.I pride myself on sharing useful information you use everyday. During Christmas I told you to cover your ears when Justin Beibers Christmas album came on. I proved that Pluto really is a planet. And more recently I showed you how to model pathetically. So I am here with another piece of wisdom: Don't ever get a concussion.

I have been figuring out that concussions are obnoxious, sneaky and downright annoying. Yes, I failed as far as Make Up Your own holiday goes. But the concussion side affects took over and frankly, they rule. Headaches ruin any chance of celebration. And Since I cant exactly shoo off a headache, I'm postponing this till I am side affect free.

I don't think I ever told you the story of my concussion. I basically just did. I got a concussion. But other random info is that I was playing football, hit a girl and got a bloody lip too. similar to my other bloody lip, but this story is a little less entertaining.) That's it. That little collision is causing me serious issues in the brain department. And it's so weird.

Have you ever had a concussion? Did you do any weird things? I think we should have a story swap If so.

So I'm sorry for the flop today. If that doesn't suffice, you can tell it to my brain. But don't expect it to listen, its not always polite. Xoxo, Kryn

PS: Tomorrow I get to pick up my milk carton I painted! I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl who likes milk cartons. But they are the vessels of the goodness of the earth, so therefore, I love them.

Incredible Kid Stuff

Being a kid is a lot harder than it seems. We have a lot of pressure. We are expected to do dishes and be annoying and a pain as teenagers. We are supposed to be cute and sweet when we are little and wise when we grow up. Can we just be incredible kids all the time and not worry about the rest? Because it seems that if you are incredible all those thing (minus the being annoying.) should fall right into place.

Incredible Kid day can vary a lot depending on your view point.  If you are an adult, you might think today is the day your kids rub your back and mop the floors. But not so from us kids perspective! I personally believe that today is the day for doing the fun things you want to do. The kiddish things you know you  are way to old for. It's a day to be incredible and a kid. A very nice combo right?

That being said, I'm not really sure I'll be living up to my glorious expectations of incredible kid day. The only incredible  kiddish thing I've been wanting to do is to listen to audio tapes and smother a trampoline in soap and water and bounce. And jump and flail. But we don't have a trampoline, or the audio books Ive been wanting, so I'll have to come up with some other incredible kid plans. I did a bunch today, but I'm not sure if it qualifies. I played baseball. I ate grilled cheese. (which is a truly incredible sandwich!) I watched a cheesy movie. I poked a mushroom. I don't know about you, but today was one of those incredible days that I am just really, really happy. I'm all showered and cleaned up from my morning adventures and ready to do something amazing. Like writing letters? You bet!

 I hope you have an incredible day doing things that make you happy!

Sincerely,
And you thought I'd forgotten this!

Ps: tomorrow  the new series begins! By the way, it's not a huge thing, but I'm still looking forward to it and I hope you'll enjoy it. I really enjoy your feedback, please let me know if you like it, if you hate it, and anything I should change. We are friends now right? We see the good, the bad and the ugly.

PPS: Wanna know the ugly? In writing this post, I realized I don't know how to spell sandwich. This is pretty pathetic.

10 Things

1. I am scared of mannequins and clowns
2. I could live on bread, cheese and potatoes for my the rest of my life.
3. I love reading the newspaper.
4. My biggest pet peeve is crusty milk.
5. I like stripes, especially chevron ones.
6. I am also scared of homeless people and casino's.
7. I am NOT a picky eater - thank you mother!
8. I wear ballet flats 97% of the time.
9. I have never a sport played on a team before
10. I am beginning to love navy blue.


I didn't mention lip gloss once - shouldn't you be cheering?!

Goals (that involve lip gloss.)

New Years Resolutions anyone? Here are mine. Be assured, I'll forget them all by February.

Get more lenses and improve my photography-Improving is always a good thing. I think first on my list are filters and a macro lens.

Sew More- I want to sew fancy, pretty dresses with lovely material. Enough said. Oh, and I'd like them to be retro/vintage.

Play a sport- This is a new thing for me! I would really like to play volleyball and maybe track? On second thought, no thanks. Volleyball is just fine.

Learn HTML/Corel Draw- I have always wished I could design my own templates and stuff like that. 2012 is the year to do it!

Grow my lip gloss collection - Wow this is really something to aspire too right.......right?! Okay, not so much, but I still would like to do this.

And there you have them. What are your new years resolutions? I hope they are all a little better than Number 5.....

I'm off to bath and body works to begin accomplishing goals!

Haul me off to jail....

I've trespassed. Yes sir, I did. Maybe If I were a smart criminal, I'd refrain from posting about it on my blog. But it makes a great Newvember (#26), so you get to hear all about it.

For my birthday, dad got me a new tennis racket (First person to guess what color it is might win a prize!) and so we went off to play. Unfortunately we could only find three balls and unfortunately I am a very enthusiastic tennis player.

So being my uber enthusiastic self, I hit the ball over the 13 foot high fence. And into a restricted area.

So I climbed the fence into the restricted city property, going right past all the NO TRESPASSING signs. I rescued 10 balls from their dirty, sandy grave. I was a hero. So I guess we can say that someone who trespasses is a hero?

In this case, you bet!