Oh hi. I seem always to start off apologizing for lack of blogging..soo why break with tradition? I've been lazy, sleep deprived, physical therapy full, and just lame, BUT hopefully that will change. I have decided that my one New Year's resolution is to start knocking things off of my Bucket List (I've already done a few and will be updating that page shortly after writing this).
So, ten days ago I got to see my marvelous best friend, Kelly, and the other lovely ladies of Nothin' But Treble perform a lovely concert! Nothin' But Treble is an a capella women's group from Georgia Tech. I can't remember exactly how many members there are, but I know three of them from high school - Kelly (duh), Rujuta, and Yvonne.
They sing popular and semi popular songs from the radio and other hit bands - some songs include Forget You by CeeLo, Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine, and All My Loving by The Beatles. For those unfamiliar with the joy of a capella, it is music made solely with voices and microphones. I think two of the most important parts are the bass line and the percussion. In a capella the bass line is usually attained by dropping the mic down a few octaves to get the low rumbly sound most people know as bass. Now percussion (or perc in the a capella world) is exactly what it is in bands - the drums (basically). Perc performers can be compared to beat boxers. At Nothin' But Treble they use an awesome red mic for the percussionist. The girls take turns with perc and solo...but I mostly got photos of Kelly (sorry other NbT girls).
After the concert I joined the group and a few friends at a pizza parlor in Atlanta call Fellini's. Oh my goodness, it was delicious. A piece of pizza is around the size of your head and super cheap. I think my entire dinner (drink, pizza) cost about $6ish.
While we were at Fellini's a group of girls at the table next to us somehow figured out that most of these girls were a singing group - they wanted to know if they sang on the show The Voice (answer: no). But, no matter what they wanted an impromptu concert. After a bit of coaxing the girls obliged and sang a couple of ditties to a round of applause.
Now since we last spoke, I have started out patient physical therapy at North Fulton Physical Therapy and Sports Medicine. Both my mom and I have used this practice before and they're terrific. Suzi is my therapist this time around and even though at times it can be painful I always tend to leave in a good mood. I also have tv watching clone there by the name of Jillian. We tend to gab about the newest "The New Girl" or "Glee". We try not to talk about books anymore because she's a total classic reader while I tend to jump genres (aka we argue about what's better haha).
I had three out patient PT sessions before it was time for my 6 week surgery check up. The appointment was super effin' early - 7:45am. For those of you who know me personally and the Atlanta area, you know that getting to St. Joe's hospital at 7:45am is practically impossible, but we made it (about 10 minutes late).
At this appointment I took post operation x-rays (I had one in the hospital, but I never saw it), got a little "this person has a hip replacement card" (it has Dr. Kress' photo on it, I'll have to show it to you), received a report of how the surgery went, and got all the serial numbers for my new parts. Dr. Kress said that the only thing that wasn't textbook about my replacement was the amount of scar tissue on my muscles from my previous 8 surgeries. He said it might take longer to "reactivate" all of them, but I'm doing pretty well. I got the ok to bend past 90 degrees (yay) and was told "I'll see you a year from your surgery date".
Other than that I haven't been doing much. I attended "Trystmas" at Tryst Salon and Boutique, watched Poops play with a wash cloth, and am still crocheting my arse off.
Check out the Robo Hip Bucket List to see what I've achieved so far!
See you all VERY soon. My family is coming into town on the 28th and that'll make for some good bloggin =]
P.S. Look at this awesome bowling pin my cousin Daryl pin striped for my mom!