On a Positive Note

My foot seems to be feeling a bit better. I think mostly because I have stayed off of it for the day. I did get a cortisone shot and now I remember why I don't usually do that. I have a dizzy-style headache and am up at 2am with a rumbly tummy. I have had cortisone shots over the years for the pain in my hands, and now I remember why I put them off. The good news is my Squeaky is an imsomniac and sits up with me on nights I can't sleep.

I am supposed to hear back from the radiologist to find out if I have a hairline fracture or not. I am not sure they can do anything about that anyway, but I guess it is good to know. Winston is not loving the fact that I can't take him on mid-day walks. He is a good dog though and just hangs out near me wherever I am.

I am positive I am very far from the glamourous life today.

And even more...

And more...

What I do in my spare time

This is what I have been doing all summer to keep myself busy. Kind of out of control.

Grace, where are you?

Once again I have managed to do something to my foot. I have broken every toe on both feet, twisted, sprained, bruised, and even fractured my feet. I even managed to get a swollen bone in one foot which means the blood vessels in the bone swell and cause pressure. Not one of these injuries comes with a great story. It is just a matter of my taking a step the wrong way, tripping or otherwise looking at my feet wrong.

And of course, my timing is amazing. We leave for Vegas in two weeks. Between now and then I have a three day math class, house guests and a six month old puppy that needs to be walked every few hours. I don't have time to be hurt or to even go to the doctor.

I am off to research foot pain rememdies. Wish me luck.

Channeling my inner pop star

Okay, so if you know me you know that I am obsessed with pop music. The more ridiculous the more I love it. The songs that everyone else groans about and change the channel on; I turn the music up.

Everyone who really knows me also knows that my true calling in life is to be a Pussycat Doll. I know I am about 15 years too old, about 75 lbs too fat and might lack a little rhythm. As far as I am concerned, these things should not hold me back. I have heart and that is what matters.

The last time I was in Las Vegas I threw my butt out trying to do the Pussycat Doll "butt pop" in the Pussycat Doll Lounge. I go back to Vegas in two weeks and have vowed to keep my dancing desires to myself. Besides, these days I am feeling a connection to Katy Perry. I can't possibly get into trouble with that one!

Fur and Blueberries Everywhere

I think the animals are getting used to me being around the house. They aren't under me the entire day anymore. As I say this, there is a cat laying on my foot staring at me. I have already been kicked out of the bed by an oversized cat, a bed-hogging husband and a very stretchy puppy. Squeaky and I on the couch plotting our strategy for the rest of the evening. Push the others out of the way or just resolve to the guest bedroom.

Today was one of those rare days when I had nothing that I had to do. I watched a Lifetime movie, part of a Rosanne marathon and some old school 90210. This is really the first day all summer I have watched TV other than the news. I am not impressed. When did TV get so boring? As a kid I watched TV all day every day all summer long.

I am down to the very last of the blueberries. Last weekend I dragged my husband and his mother, sister-in-law and nephew out to pick blueberries. It was 95 degrees at 9am and may have been a little unpleasant. I think we lasted an hour. It was worth it though! We have had fresh blueberry muffins and blueberry lemonade all week and it has been great. I just made another batch tonight.

I get to pick up my glass pieces tomorrow (actually today...). I am loving this class. It is basically an open studio time and I am a glass jewelry making machine!!! I am not terribly good at it, but I love it anyway. My friend Laura and I are the only ones under the age of 65 - besides the instructor - so it is kind of fun to hang out with the ladies also.

Just another glamourous day.

If this is summer, I am ready for fall...

Seriously? I thought I was going to get a vacation. Ten weeks of sleeping late, sitting by the pool, reading chick lit and being quite smug to those that have to work 12 months a year. Not quite.

Winston, the puppy, has had explosive poop two days, my family has lost their minds and I have been working just has hard as I do during the school year. Sleeping in means 8am - what happened to mid-morning?

The good news is that there has been so much wackiness around me that I am getting great material for that novel I am going to get to one day. There is no need to make stuff up, I just have to pick up the phone.