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A Funny Thing Happened at the Soccer Field
Actually, it really isn’t that funny. I broke my wrist in two places in a soccer game five weeks ago yesterday: the scaphoid and the hamate. An overeager striker pushed me in the back as I cleared the ball, I went tumbling to break the wrist and came close to really hurting my left knee in the process.
Nice thing about the scaphoid - its a beeyatch to heal. I’ve had the cast on for over a month and am probably looking at sometime around Christmas to get it off. Thank goodness for the BBC though - they point out that Becks broke the same bone and recovered fully (that’s him wearing #7 about halfway down).
Try changing a diaper with a thumb spica cast on. its fun for you and your child. At least mine only goes to the elbow, not the shoulder…
Anyway - I haven’t been so much for typing lately, and am still hunting-and-pecking with great frustration and frequent spell-checking. Hence, the lack of activity around here. We’ll see about working on that.
In Other News:
- Happy Anniversary to Us! Yesterday was our six year anniversary. We celebrated with a bottle of wine and Steak-Out, cause we know how to party. And because our babysitter called in sick the day before. (Sound familiar? It is. But, with a different sitter, and a legitimate reason this time.) We tried several others, but to no avail. Always next year, right?
- Dobbs has teeth. Two of them, on the bottom. Very sharp.
- Chad learned 10 Things. Check out our man Chad in his Portico debut - 10 Things I’ve Learned Renovating the Rialto Theatre. And then check out the Rialto Rennovation.
Oh, by the way, and back to the soccer game - I must point out that I was hurt in the first half, but played the remainder of the game, which we won in a come-from-behind victory. Some of you may wonder why these details are important; many others are silently nodding and are pleased to read it.
Wyatt’s Welcome Letter (by Chad)
Oye, What a day. People always look forward to Friday afternoons. I don’t know why exactly, maybe that’s something I’ll have to figure out later on in life. But, as far as I’m concerned, Fridays, you can keep`em! First, I’m nice and warm, minding my own business, kicking mom occasionally in the lungs. Next thing I know, I’m being dragged out of this tiny little space, people are all screaming their heads off (or, was that me, I can’t remember, things are a little fuzzy), I get a nice big ol slap on the butt, and people are all smiling at me like I’m supposed to do something important or give a speech. I’d much rather take a nap, maybe grab a snack, and, well, take another nap and maybe eat a little more later.Mom and Dad, however, seem to have other plans for me. They keep handing me around to folks and introducing me to people. It’s difficult to keep up with all of the names at this point and remember whose body parts of mine came from whom. Again, I’d really just rather nap.Oh, by the way, I have a pee pee and my name is Wyatt Edward Williams, or so I’m told (repeatedly). I was born allegedly at 1:18pm this very day1 at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Birmingham, AL. I weigh 8 lbs 7 ounces, but am doing my best to add to that. And, I am 20 and one half inches long. Life seems pretty crazy at the moment. I’d like to tell you more, but, I really have no clue what is going on. Hopefully, people will begin to clue me in.
That’s it for now. Time for a good cry and a little sleeping.
- Wyatt Williams
- October 14, 2005 «
