My Left Foot

Okay, I hate my left foot. It is not getting better fast enough and so I have to get an MRI on the 18th!! That is the day before I leave for Pittsburgh for wedding #2. So I guess Arnold Schwarzenegger and I have another date. You know, this is not the first time I messed up my foot. I am pretty sure I already ranted about it so I will spare you.
Being clumsy is not all that much fun. Just ask my daughter's friend. He was on a camping trip and jumped off a cliff into the water and cut his foot, got a black eye, banged up his arm and leg and pretty much beat himself up. Everyone else did it and they were fine. I would be him.
I know he is really hurting as I fell out of bed (about 10 inches) once and I was sore and beat up for a month. I could hardly get out of bed for the first twenty four hours. My foot got tangled up in the covers and I just fell. It could happen to anyone, couldn't it?
I haven't had a black eye yet but I don't think I've dodged that bullet yet. That would be just my luck...to get all cocky about it and then it would happen.
I also cut my foot once, I walked through the glass door of our entertainment center in the middle of the night. I wish my foot had been stuck in the covers then as there were multiple wounds in the bottom of my foot and I even got some stitches. Cutting your foot is a double edge sword(pardon the pun) as it not only is an injury but it effects your ability to walk. You can do it but it isn't fun. My nephew has a cut on the bottom of his foot and he has been limping around bravely.
The funny thing about my broken foot is that it really doesn't hurt that much. It is just tired--tired beyond belief after about an hour. So you get up and feel great and think it is better and then you put on Arnold and an hour later you are ready to go back to bed. I have fought it this whole time and so far I have escaped afternoon naps. But once again, not getting cocky here...cause you never know... I may submit!

Cash Cab

I have been watching the show Cash Cab while I work out. It is a lot like Who Wants to be a Millionaire? and other shows like that but the contestants actually think they are going in a regular cab and then SURPRISE!! they are on a game show. They can make money and they get three strikes before they're out. I am always amazed at the silly trivia I know and some of the easy things I don't know.
Today there were four blond women on and they got their three strikes and he dumps them out of the cab(politely) and they all start moaning that it's the worst neighborhood!!!! It was pretty funny and I'm sure they found another cab directly.
There were also two guys who were professional eaters-- I kid you not! They did real well they made like 2400 dollars and then there was a gay couple who needed a couch and left the cab without trying to double their 1100 dollars so they could get one. They were going to go out to lunch!! The pros ate one of those giant pretzels through the whole thing and the one gay guy had all the answers while the other one decided about the money. Is that a fair division of labor or what??
I also tuned in to Robin Swoboda on the commercials. The girl is a nutjob!!! She can't stop laughing or stop herself from making terrible jokes(some at her own expense to be fair) and she tells a lot of stuff she probably shouldn't. I could empathize with that though as I probably do the same thing. She just names the names and I don't. So is there much of a difference between us? Well, she's a local celebrity and I'm not.

The Morning After

We are slowly coming out of our wedding hangovers and starting our day. None of us had too much to drink but the excitement and the dancing and all the visiting takes its toll. We were slow to rise and took our time eating breakfast. Our two little nieces were here so we played some YAHTZEE with them and that seemed like a chore--not playing with the girls, the thinking part--and let's face it YAHTZEE is not brain surgery!
I dragged "Arnold" out onto the dance floor with my nieces and nephews and proceeded to have an upper body work out that would rival the best aerobics class. They are all young and sweet and have so much fun together, one couldn't help but want to join in! This was the most dancingest wedding I ever went to. There was someone from every age bracket out there from the sophisticated couple who have been married for 56 years to the 8 month old in his parent's arms.
Our nieces and nephews and our own kids all are so grown up now and they have such a good relationship it is a pleasure to be around them. One has grown his first beard, one is getting ready to go all the way to N. Dakota for school, one is almost finished with college, one is getting ready to enter high school and the two littlest will be all grown up before we know it.
They were wondering who will be the next to get married...it might be a while as they are all still young(even mine!!) and there's no hurry but that is the time they all seem to get to see one another so I understand why the subject came up.

Up on the Roof

The sky was filled with tremendous flashes of light in patterns I have never seen before. There was a waterfall after waterfall of fireworks display like I have never seen before. They slowly and softly fell toward worth in a shower of gold ending in twinkling little red or green lights.

There was a display that exploded into a huge burst with a small and bright white ball in the center. I have never seen anything like it. It was so beautiful!

How do they do that?? And who thinks of the designs and then figures out how to deploy them? I know the Chinese invented fireworks and all that but these were the most amazing things I have ever seen.

The roof was jammed but in our particular corner we were jammed with people we knew so it was fine and the people around me kept a space open so I could see as I was sitting on a chair. We had a champagne toast and went home happy and entertained.

Not being a big fan of fireworks, I was really surprised how much I enjoyed them. We were far enough away so the noise wasn't deafening but the displays were huge. All along the horizon you could see the fireworks of other communities and that was pretty cool too. So I guess I can't say I don't like fireworks any more. I only like them on my terms....on the roof with a glass of champagne!

Fireworks

It is the fourth of July and I am ready for fireworks. I have my earplugs and my ear muffs to go over them. I love the color and the lights but I HATE the noise. Nobody else in my family minds the noise so I am out there all alone. Some years I just skip the whole thing and watch some on television but this year my son is hosting a party at his new place so I have to go. Maybe they will be far enough away that I won't be bothered by the noise.
Fourth of July and the presidential race is going strong. John McCain is alluding to a bipartisan ticket for the fall. I think I know what that means---my old buddy, Joe Lieberman. Remember I said that I thought he was gone?? He isn't..I saw him the other day on television gladhanding the crowd right behind McCain. Oh say it isn't so , Joe....
The McCain campaign has been complimenting(yes, I said complimenting) the Obama campaign for coming closer to their ideas about the situation in the Middle East. I am not sure of the details but apparently Obama is visiting there soon and he has said he may reform some policies after his visit. So now McCain is saying the boy is just like me!! He must be so proud.
Speaking of McCain's, have you checked out "Cindy Lou" ( I just decided to call her that today) McCain lately?? OHMYGOSH, if she gets any thinner, a good wind will blow her right down Pennsylvania Ave. She usually wears understated clothes but she had on some kind of dress in Mexico this week!! It was a real large print in some shades of purple and I think some pink. Really, Cindy? Must we get the fashion police ready?
I hope they take today off. All the politicos are getting on my nerves and if they don't need a day off, I sure do!

Das Boot

Arnie(my boot) and I have been having a whirlwind time. We have been so busy I don't know if I can even tell it all. You know we went to the movies and then the next day we went to the beach(I left Arnold in the car) and off to get ice cream. Then we worked out(again Arnie stayed in the car) and went to the grocery store. What thanks did I get?? My foot looked like a sausage!!

We went shopping yesterday and out to lunch. I was very aware of the potential for sausage foot so I took it easy. I sat as often as I could and my sis dropped me off right at the door and picked me up. Even so, I needed to ice my foot later. Then we went to the movies again!!! Arnie is starting to gain weight too! He is heavier by the day. I feel like I am dragging a small child around(you know how they like to cling to your leg ??)!

So to add injury to insult I need a shoe for the wedding on Saturday. Yes, just one. None of the shoes in my closet worked. They were either too low or too high or too tennis shoe. You bet I am not wearing Arnold and a tennis shoe to a wedding.....I just refuse. So I tried on shoes this morning and the girl finally found a winner. It was on sale and everything so I am pretty happy.

Wearing one shoe will be embarrassing but then what else can I do?? I had thought of wearing two shoes but after my experiences over the last couple of days I know I HAVE to wear the darn thing.

Can you just see my husband and I on the dance floor?? Neither can I!

Out and About

My daughter, my foot and I went out to the movies yesterday. We saw Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day at the Cedar Lee theater. It was only 5 bucks and you even got free popcorn. That was all nice and my foot was a little problematic--had to take the loooonng ramp instead of the stairs and my daughter had to carry more than her fair share of the snacks but it wasn't that bad.
There were a lot of older people there anyway so slowness didn't seem to bother anyone until the guy at the snack counter said if you just wanted your free popcorn just step up and help yourself after he put out a few bags. OHMYGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a stampede.
On the way out a woman pushing a stroller ran into my daughter a little and thought she had run over her toe. After they established that it hadn't the woman looks at me and says something about it wouldn't be good to run over my foot. Good luck trying was all I could think!! It probably would've tipped the stroller over!
We went to the grocery store too and guess what I saw my twin there!!! I mean my twin foot. We were both hobbling around Heinen's and she looked about as comfy as I did by then.
Let's just say I was glad to get home so I could give "Arnie" a rest before I got dinner ready.