Monday, August 13, 2007
It's kind of a lame story (according to Wilson, tonight's closing manager at the Hellhole, who said I should change it to something more exciting.) As I was getting ready to go to work, I tripped over one of the several baby gates we have in the house to keep the animals contained to whatever rooms they're supposed to be in. I trip over these gates all the time; that's nothing new. However, I caught my pinkie toe just right on this one (I was wearing socks but no shoes.) It hurt so bad, I had to sit down, and then I took my sock off and saw that the toe was cocked way out to the side. THAT'S when I started to cry! I think I freaked out a little--I thought it was broken, and I had never broken a bone before, and I was thinking about that damn marathon coming up in two weeks, and the one after it in October. So my mom helped me tape it up, I called work and told Wilson I'd be a little late, I washed my face, put on a slipper, and went to work.
Just thought I'd share with all of you before I go ice it and then tape it back up ;) I don't think it's broken as I can still move it and bend it like normal. It just hurts like a bitch when I do it. So I'll give it a few days rest and see what happens. Hopefully Tupelo is still in the cards for me.
So that was my excitement for the day...
Saturday, August 04, 2007
I was sitting on the couch earlier this afternoon, and my mom, who had been working out in the yard, went to take a shower. She was almost out of the kitchen when I heard, "HOLY SHIT! SNAKE!!" She didn't have her glasses on, so I thought there was some string, or maybe something from one of the trees one of us had tracked in. Nope. Sure as shit, there was a goddamn SNAKE in our dining room! Of course, we're a bunch of sissy-girls, so we're freaking out, saying, "What do we do? What do we do?" Then Mom went across the street to get our neighbor, Jim, who swept it out the front door. That's what I do to the lizards when they get in the house; I don't know *why* I didn't think about doing that with the snake. Panic, probably ;)
So now, we're looking around all the corners before we walk anywhere in the house. Ick.
In other news, my alarm didn't go off this morning for the second day in a row, so I'm guessing I need a new one. So I got up 45 minutes later than I had intended, making my 7 mile run start at 7:45. I did 6 miles instead. I probably could have eked out another mile, but I was starting to feel wiped out and I really didn't care anymore. Tomorrow, I attempt 16. I'm supposed to be at 18, but I got sidetracked by the hotspot I had to let heal. So we'll see how that goes... :-P