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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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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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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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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I’ve got 2 words for you: Ren Faire. Had an absolute blast, and got a free ticket to go back again. Photos will be uploaded to my Flickr album shortly hopefully. We were supposed to go last weekend, but we didn’t. So this time, it’s Brandon and I, his friend from work Eric, and people they work with Megan, and Donna and her son Evan. A quick summary: Lunch. Beer. Boring fencing training. Hit bullseye in archery and was honored for that. Got dressed up as nomads. Sin on a stick (frozen cheesecake dipped in chocolate!). Rum royale tea. Stalked...
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So Jack Osbourne was in Thailand, getting high colonics and training in Muay Thai. He ended up KO’ed his Muay Thai opponent. The AP story makes it sound like Jack kicked some real ass, “facing off against an experienced Thai boxer known only as ‘The Man.’ ” You know, like Jack fought an uber Muay Thai fighter. AP completely fails to mention the following pieces of information as reported in Thailand’s The Nation: “The Man” is a veteran muaythai professional on his comeback fight. Translation: the dude hung up his gloves and came back. “The Man” said that he would...
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