Time to embrace...

For those of you who knew about me hurting my foot just over a year ago, while prancing around outside (what can I say, I really like spring...) I am sad to inform you that I have re-injured myself.  This club, left foot of mine is giving me a really hard time.  I haven't worn heels in six weeks- I walk like a rah-tard and I'm taking so much ibuprofen I'll be lucky if my liver functions next Spring.  But let me tell you, it has not just been a challenge because of walking...oh no.  HE taught me how to ride a longboard just before the injury...in fact, I think the first fall off the board might be the reason for the re-injury.  Le Sigh. 

So...meanwhile, I've been gaining weight, and I've had it.  My mom started a new diet, and I'm on board.  I want to fit into my cute clothes by my 26th birthday in June, and though some of you might be thinking it is not possible...I assure you it is.  Pray with me that the relief of the extra weight will just magically heal my thumper foot.

I'm going to Florida in two days.  Helen, my dear sweet Helen is picking me up and strangely enough, I'm thanking the stars that she too, has a broken foot.  Watch out Ft. Lauderdale!!!

Mr. Tattoo called and said he will be in town the very days I am in Florida.  I'm not happy about this, but hopefully I will have shrinked my peacock arm before he comes back so that I have less surface area to tattoo.  Ugh. Ugh. ugh.