“Fighting Jack” Part II

I wrote a quick comment to the Nation about Jack Osbournes’s triumph over a Thai boxer. (Scroll down for “‘The Man’ in Osbourne match was a 40-year-old”). And I got a reply in support, even. (“Boxing victory not quite what it seems”) Neat-O....
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Healing sucks

Day 2 of the ankle watch. Who would’ve thought that it hurts more to have Ace bandage on, keeping the injured ankle properly in place, than when it was freely inflamed? I mean, I actually am aware of my injury now. Before, only when it’s really agitated will I feel it. Nothing reminds you of a bad ankle like running 3 blocks down a steep hill…in Converse…and wearing a 3-inch chunky heels the next day. And thank god for the weather being warmer here. Or else I’d say fuck it to the whole icing the ankle twice a day thing....
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Gimpy

Also I forgot to mention. I went to my doctor this morning to have my bad ankle checked out. After almost 2 years of nagging pain after I twisted it. Apparently, the ankle also has a “tunnel” like carpal tunnel in your wrist. And mine is all aggrevated since then, and haven’t a chance to really heal. So for the next 6 weeks, I am ordered to take Ibuprofen everyday, ice the ankle twice daily, and keep ankle underwrap with Ace bandage when ever I am on my feet all day. No heels, not even my chunky heels. Nothing that...
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The Shield

Note to self: rent “The Shield” last seasons. Shane came over to hang out tonight, and got me hooked on 2 shows. HOUSE Md, and The Shield. He is also the one that got me hooked on Nip/Tuck which in turns got me tangled in Rescue Me. Damn it. I’m becoming a TV addict! Between blogging, house chores, and trying to work out to Carmen Electra’s DVDS, once the all new SciFi Friday arrive, I will never leave the house again. Well, only for groceries and to go to work, I guess....
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Which Wench?

By the way, the Ren Faire pictures are up. And according to the Washing Well Wenches, I am Parsnip! You are Parsnip! If you’re a Parsnip, congratulations. Love is in the air and you know how to sniff it. Naturally talented, cool and confident, you grace the Earth with one hell of a presence, as odd and quirky as it may be. As a sassy lassie, you tempt the strange and exotic out of those in your immediate area and relish in group frenzy. The more pent up aggression and erotic tendencies exposed, the better…as long as it’s somewhat tasteful…maybe…kind...
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