{"id":1302,"date":"2006-12-21T22:58:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-22T04:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2006\/12\/21\/ill-take-any-risk-to-tie-back-the-hands-of-time\/"},"modified":"2022-07-05T14:46:47","modified_gmt":"2022-07-05T12:46:47","slug":"ill-take-any-risk-to-tie-back-the-hands-of-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2006\/12\/21\/ill-take-any-risk-to-tie-back-the-hands-of-time\/","title":{"rendered":"I’LL TAKE ANY RISK TO TIE BACK THE HANDS OF TIME"},"content":{"rendered":"

I got such a “good” response to the photo of me<\/a> in my home-made camouflage uniform<\/strike> homecoming dress the other day that I just went hunting through photo albums to find a picture of the other home-made dress that I wore to Senior Prom a few years later. My mom made it, I don’t think I sewed a stitch. It had a darling little half-jacket and a gold belt. At least it started out with a gold belt, since that is what I was wearing in the pre-party photo taken at home, although it’s missing here.<\/p>\n

Unlike the homecoming dance 4 years earlier, I have lots of memories of this party. It was a good one, even though the theme was Paradise Theater<\/i>. They don’t have any tradition of proms here in Sweden, which I find kind of sad. I know some people think the whole prom thing is completely retarded, but mine was magical, just like something out of a movie. My boyfriend and I double-dated with one of my best friends and her date (who was just a friend and later ended up marrying HER best friend), and we went to a swanky German restaurant for dinner, and I stayed the night with Lyndi after we finally got home very early in the morning. It was great.<\/p>\n

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Yesterday was horrible because I didn’t listen to my body which was insistently trying to get my attention and tell me I was SICK and I shouldn’t be going to work, so I did go to work but after 2 hours and a sudden sureness that I was either going to faint or throw up, both things I really do NOT want to do at work, I got up, put my coat on, stuck my head in my boss’ office and told her abruptly that I wasn’t going to make the scheduled afternoon meetings because I had to go home RIGHT NOW. Then I got in the car (just where you want to put a faint, feverish, nauseated person!) and drove myself home to bed. The sun was shining, too, and all I could do was put my arm up to block it out of my eyes and after I got home, turn over and pull the covers over my head. I’m sorry, sun! Please come back! I swear I didn’t mean it, it wasn’t anything personal, honest! Then someone stuck a bunch of knives down my throat and whacked me upside the head and the rest is all a blur. This morning, despite the knives, I felt obligated to drag my sorry ass to work (last day! before vacation! can’t leave things in a state of disarray for a week! So what if no one else will be in the office next week. Honestly, Liz, what are you trying to prove??) and after I got there I was greeted by my boss telling me she had just been looking up my home number to call and tell me to stay home and rest. I promised I’d leave as soon as I could after I finished up the things I needed to, and I did, in fact, make it out the door at 2 p.m.<\/p>\n

I didn’t go straight home though. I ran errands. And when I got home, I didn’t rest. I did the things I had scheduled on my to-do list for today…although I did let the kids help. What am I trying to prove? I’ll tell you what I’m trying to prove. I’m trying to prove that I’M NOT SICK, DAMMIT. *grumble*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I got such a “good” response to the photo of me in my home-made camouflage uniform homecoming dress the other day that I just went hunting through photo albums to find a picture of the other home-made dress that I wore to Senior Prom a few years later. My mom made it, I don’t think I sewed a stitch. It had a darling little half-jacket and a gold belt. At least it started out with a gold belt, since that is what I was wearing in the pre-party photo taken at home, although it’s missing here. Unlike the homecoming dance...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[20,16],"class_list":["post-1302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-littlemisssunshine","tag-thewaywewere"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1302","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1302"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7433,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1302\/revisions\/7433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}