The First Time I Broke My Arm

A new blog tradition starts today at The Adventures of Tootie and Izzy:

FRIDAY STORY TIME!

YAAAAAY!!!

*pause for clapping to end*

Thank you.
You may be thinking to yourself, "Why Friday? What's so special or story-y about Friday?"

Well..nothing in particular really. Friday is just the day I chose. And this is my blog. So there.

This week's story stems from the fact that I have always been competitive. Absurdly so, in some cases.

*That's me on the left. I didn't always have short hair.*

When I was in first grade, I was on a little kids basketball team. We met once a week in my school's gymnasium where we practiced important skills like dribbling. 

One practice, coach lined us all up against the wall along one side of the gym and told us we were going to practice the advanced skill of dribbling WHILE running across the gym.

 Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, my competitive side showed up with a vengeance.

Coach's whistle shrieked, signifying the race was on and I kicked off and burned rubber, sprinting as fast as my shrimpy legs would take me.

I was doing it!! I was doing it!! I was in first place!!

Not that I was surprised by that or anything. I obviously was the fastest on the team.

How they could ever think to win a game without me was hard to believe. 

I mean really, I was pretty much carrying this team along all by myself. 

I'll bet coach goes home and tells his wife how awesome a basketball player I am.

I'll bet she wants to meet me.

I'll bet she wishes she had kids that were half as good at basketball as me..

I began to wonder how far behind the other kids were from me. 

It probably would be hard to make them out, since they had to be so so far back, but I decided to check anyways.

And then I ran out of gym.

I got to sit the rest of practice on the sidelines, watching the other kids do drills waaaay slower than I would have done them while cradling my arm and trying not to cry.

Professional basketball players who are bffs with the coach's wife don't cry.

After a couple days of me complaining about my arm still hurting, my mom took me to get some X-rays done, and low and behold, I had broken my arm. My right arm just above the wrist. By running into a wall. 

I didn't let it get me down though. I got a pretty, new, attention grabbing, bright pink accessory out of the deal and a big swiss cheese looking foam pillow to rest my arm on while watching tv. I was living the life.

On a side note, the only person I allowed to sign my cast was my piano teacher. Why I was still meeting with my piano teacher when one of my hands was not working, I do not know. I do know that I felt it was too rude to refuse a grownup asking to sign my cast though, so I let her.

I then pouted for the rest of the day.

and then walked around for the duration of my cast time looking like the only friend I had was my piano teacher. 

Moral of the story: Only play basketball outdoors.

Love you all!

Check back soon for a new post!

~Izzy~

THINGS BE HAPPENING!

I'm slow about posting anything and everything, so here is an unorganized, illustrated list of stuff we've been up to since I posted last:

*Lark is all big and old and graduated from college! Whaaaat?!!!

Photo by Steven Hamm .

Big Lark was actually the one who graduated, but who could resist posting that picture?! What a cutie-patootie.

Lark's lovely parents flew in from New York for the ceremony.

Photo by Steven Hamm.

Aren't they cute?! They threw him a kick butt graduation party. Lark's mom actually transported a whole roasted duck from New York in a bag for the occasion. That's true motherly dedication and love. They are both suuuper fun and really sweet! Like the duck. It was tasty. (Can't wait to see you guys in August!)


*Lark's really good buddy from high school, Andrew Forsthoefel came and visited us for a week....on foot. He is walking across America right now. No, really. He is. You can check out his blog here. He's a real sweetheart who has dedicated 9 months of his life, so far, to walking across the nation to hear tons of different peoples stories.

(He tried to steal our baby.

 Check it out in the video section of his blog)

*Our house got fleas. It's been awful. Evidently this past winter in Texas didn't get cold enough to kill any of the bugs or the bug eggs or something and then Elmo brought them in. Either way, there's lots of bugs. Lots of bugs IN our house. Even though we vacuumed and sprayed and put down powder and anything else we could think of. We went on a trip after doing all that, thinking they would be gone when we got back. Haha! Silly us. They were still there. Just waiting.

We're staying in hotel right now while setting off loads of flea bombs. Those buggers better DIE DIE DIE!

The culprit. He looks so sad.

*Lark got his braces off!!! AAaaaand he has a mouthful of b-e-a-utiful teeth.

                               

 We haven't taken a real picture yet.

*We went on a road trip to Phoenix, Arizona.

What can I say? He's an advanced little baby.

IT WAS AAAAWESOME!!! We stopped at fun little small town restaurants,

a museum with lots of Native American artifacts,

and explored Carlsbad Caverns. It was a biiit out of the way, but well worth the trip.

While we were in Phoenix, we got to hang out with Lark's Aunt Carla, and Matt, and his [grandpa] Phil. (I recently did a painting of him. Check it out in the Art section of our blog).

Little Larkin got to ride Aunt Carla's pony, Yark  (with a just a little assistance from us). We went to the Musical Instrument Musuem and got to play on and just check out a whole lot of instruments from all over the place. We got to see Aunt Carla do a Shaman ceremony (I'm sure I'm using the wrong terms here. Sorry!). Phil took us out to dinner at Super Dragon (So good!) and we just had a general blast hanging out with his family. 

It was so nice getting to spend more time with you all and get to know you a little bit better. Thank you for having us!

For some reason that I can't explain, we have no pictures of our time in Phoenix with Lark's family. Super bummer. So here's what we looked like the whole time:

I labeled it in case you couldn't guess. And yeah, we pretty much walked around like this the whole time. People couldn't pass us on the sidewalk. Cars had to swerve. It was crazy. Crazy cool!

*I finally finished a website that I started making about three years ago as a networking tool to use if I wanted to make connections for myself outside of what my agency was doing for me. Aaaand now that I'm done I'm convinced that's it's all together too slow and am just generally not that into it. I'm thinking about not buying the URL or getting rid of the ads and just starting over. We'll see.

                                                             Check It Here.

I'm working on a little travel video right now of all our exploits and a new cartoon (that I actually put some time into!) that I'll hopefully get up in a couple of days.

Ta ta!

Love you all!

~Izzy~

I LUV YOU DADDY!

Hello there Padre!!! Good morning! Here's a little bit of silliness. Just my attempt to brighten up your day a little bit.

You're the best.

Peoples of the interweb out there: If you know my daddy, if you could leave a comment saying just one of the many somethings that's awesome about him or just a little note of encouragement if you don't know him, that would be bomb. Love makes the world go round and I thought it'd be nice to collect a little of it to spin my Dad's head around a couple times (in a non possessed way). Thank you!!

I LUV YOU DADDY! You're going to kick cancer's butt!

It's related. Right? A little bit?

~Izzy~