It's been almost a week, but I figured I'd still take the time to mention my shopping spree from last Thursday. So:
Don't you hate it when you go ahead and spend $115 in under 30 seconds on stuff you don't even want? Well, that's what I did on Thursday. I spent it Thursday night after my practice...in North York...at the hospital...on crutches and an air cast.
*sob*
Yup. At Thursday's practice I came down on another girl's foot and rolled my ankle--it "popped" then "crunched" on the way down. Eww. I sobbed for a good 10 minutes. At first I started tearing due to the pain.
Then I tried to get up.
The tears started flowing freely--I couldn't walk.
Then I heard someone say to me "maybe you'll be off it only 2 weeks and just miss the Canada Day tournament."
The tears came faster--I couldn't play.
Then I heard someone else ask me if she should call her boyfriend for a ride home instead.
I began to sob--I couldn't drive.
It was (and still is) awful. A lot of the girls told me that I was brave; any of them would have been sobbing by then. I thought I WAS sobbing. But apparently I wasn't wailing and screaming like they would have been. To this day, I still can't walk, play or drive, but I can hobble with the best of them. Whenever I go up and down the stairs, I warn people and let them go ahead of me. Once, Brodder got caught and started bouncing on his step behind me:
"This is worse than Mr. Bean!"
But, I've been doing my best, and with Sherman (who used to be Shmelly) around, I've been well taken care of. I even got to go out for my anniversary this weekend despite my injury. It took us a while, but we got there. And boy was the food worth it!
But I digress.
So, out of work and out of commission, I've been sitting at home not doing too much. Icing my foot, elevating it, putting ointments and oils on it, and hobbling from place to place. I've been telling people not to treat me like the invalid I appear to be, and have been doing my best to live normally.
Except when Sherman's around.
When Sherman's around, I act like a big baby. But that's only because I love him and I know he loves me. :D Hey, I'd do the exact same thing for him too if it'd been him on the ground (*knock on wood that it wasn't*). Well, almost the exact same thing. I don't think I'd be able to carry him around like he had to carry me from hospital to hospital, but I'd sure TRY.
Update on my progress since? The swelling of my ankle (my left one, by the way) has gone down so that my toes no longer look like a baby's fat dimpled toes, but my ankle's still a little swollen. My foot is still a little black and blue, but now mostly purple and red. And my walk has been upgraded from a hop to a slow waddle/hobble. Whoo-hoo! Volleyballers look out, I'm on my way back!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Another thousand words
There's something about looking at pictures that makes you feel all warm and mushy inside. It brings back the memories of that good time gone by; I mean, because who takes pictures of sad events? It just shouldn't be allowed. That's not to say that we should completely forget and disregard the sad parts of our lives--they're a part of what makes us who we are afterall--but there's just a different way to remember those times outside of photography.
I was just flipping through Hero Cookie's pictures online and I was getting all fuzzy remembering the last summer we spent all together doing the goofy things we do best. Summer is the best time for making memories (personally) and looking back over last summer made me all excited for the few months ahead of summer, sun, and pictures.
Happy picture taking/memory making!
I was just flipping through Hero Cookie's pictures online and I was getting all fuzzy remembering the last summer we spent all together doing the goofy things we do best. Summer is the best time for making memories (personally) and looking back over last summer made me all excited for the few months ahead of summer, sun, and pictures.
Happy picture taking/memory making!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Well, we at least we match
Remember how last week I was writing and complaining about getting a charley horse? Well, tonight's games officially marked the week of me still feeling the pain. I gave Shinner his distance tonight in an attempt to avoid a repeat run-in with him like last week's, but with me keeping my distance, someone else had to get a little closer...and that poor person was Shmelly.
Shmelly and Shinner were splitting the back court defence, and in a moment's miscommunication, both of them ran after and dove for the same ball. The consequence? Shinner handed out his second charley horse. His knee connnected firmly with Shmelly's right thigh.
After the games, Shmelly was limping over by the sidelines while I attended to him. Shinner came up to us to check on how Shmelly was doing. While he was with us, we reminded him of his giving me a charley horse on the opposite leg the week before.
Shinner: "Oh yeah! Heh heh...well, consider it an early anniversary present from me...free of charge!"
Haha. How sweet and thoughtful...and PAINFUL. But his right, he DID give each of us one...
Shmelly and Shinner were splitting the back court defence, and in a moment's miscommunication, both of them ran after and dove for the same ball. The consequence? Shinner handed out his second charley horse. His knee connnected firmly with Shmelly's right thigh.
After the games, Shmelly was limping over by the sidelines while I attended to him. Shinner came up to us to check on how Shmelly was doing. While he was with us, we reminded him of his giving me a charley horse on the opposite leg the week before.
Shinner: "Oh yeah! Heh heh...well, consider it an early anniversary present from me...free of charge!"
Haha. How sweet and thoughtful...and PAINFUL. But his right, he DID give each of us one...
My two left feet...if only
Went shopping today with Tuna. Had to buy Brodder's birthday present, dad's Father's day present, and perhaps Shmelly's anniversary present (it's been a year already?!). As we made our way through the mall, one stop brought us to SportChek where I found pair of Mizuno court shoes on sale. I tried on one pair, and then asked the sales guy to bring me out another pair in another style, which he did. I first put on the left shoe to see if I'd gotten the right size. The shoe fit like I glove. I was so excited, so I grabbed the other shoe out of the box to put that on.
But there was a problem. It was another left shoe.
Tuna laughed while I sent the sales guy scouring the store for the right shoe for my right foot. Alas, there was none. I was SO going to buy that shoe had they been a pair! Damn me and my pair of feet! And here I'd thought that having two left feet was just a colloquialism, meanwhile, somewhere out there, there is in fact someone with two right feet. That, or someone is wearing a pair of Mizuno shoes with a very uncomfortable left foot.
Batman Began yesterday with me as one of the last audience members. I thought it was pretty well done. It sure explained a lot. Much like the third episode of Star Wars--everything seem to fall more into place after seeing both those movies and knowing what came in the movies "after" those. I swear BigSexy nearly ruined his pants a few times throughout the movie. Whenever a new character made an appearance, I heard a little gasp come from the seat next to me. Names like "Flass" or "Scarecrow" meant nothing to me, but to BigSexy, they meant so much more. But in spite of the fact that those names meant little to me (and in spite of the fact that Katie Holmes sucked), I thought it was an awesome job with the story and casting. In the words of another friend, "It Rawked!"
As a side note, Mr. & Mrs. Smith was also really good. Shmelly and I flew out to see it on Sunday night, and loved it. That casting was perfect too, and the story was simple, but without any gaps. I wish I was like Mrs. Smith...or maybe I am...who could know?
Pablo had the decency to be discreet about a certain someone's birthday this weekend, but I don't think I will be since it was just SO FUNNY! I WILL omit, the name of this certain someone, but I am going to go ahead and post the MSN conversation I had with this someone, semi-detailing the events of his birthday party on Saturday:
Me - doing anything to celebrate your 23rd?
Certain Someone - no, but the guys took me out on Sat to kareoke
Me - oooooh fun. Karaoke? Where? did you sing? did they sing to you? hahaha
CS - yeah at jingo, i was trashed, so i was actually singing lol.
CS - but those guys played such a bad prank on me at the end.
Me - that's hilarious! really? what happened?
CS - well they blindfolded me, and had a stripper come in to give me a lapdance.
CS - so eventually they tell me to raise my arms and put them behind my back
CS - and i go along with it, enjoying my time
CS - this is after i have my hips on the stripper
CS - and finally when my arms are in the air, they beat the shit outta me.
Me - Bwahahahaha!
CS - but....
CS - i find out the next morning that it wasnt a stripper
CS - it was HOWARD :@
CS - he was rubbin up on me and shit
Me - SHUT UP!!!! that's SOOOOOOOOOO good!!!!
CS - and they took pics!
Me - hahahahaha!
CS - with my hands holding his hips
CS - i cant believe i didnt know
Me - that's hilarious! you couldn't tell it was a GUY?
CS - but i was too drunk
Me - hehehe it must've been a lot of alcohol!
CS - hah yeah quite a bit :)
Me - well, it wouldn't be a party without that much alcohol
Pablo, you and the guys also rawk.
I don't know about you, but drunk or not, I would NEVER trust the guys enough to let them blindfold me on my birthday. :) Well, belated Happy Happy regardless, certain someone.
But there was a problem. It was another left shoe.
Tuna laughed while I sent the sales guy scouring the store for the right shoe for my right foot. Alas, there was none. I was SO going to buy that shoe had they been a pair! Damn me and my pair of feet! And here I'd thought that having two left feet was just a colloquialism, meanwhile, somewhere out there, there is in fact someone with two right feet. That, or someone is wearing a pair of Mizuno shoes with a very uncomfortable left foot.
Batman Began yesterday with me as one of the last audience members. I thought it was pretty well done. It sure explained a lot. Much like the third episode of Star Wars--everything seem to fall more into place after seeing both those movies and knowing what came in the movies "after" those. I swear BigSexy nearly ruined his pants a few times throughout the movie. Whenever a new character made an appearance, I heard a little gasp come from the seat next to me. Names like "Flass" or "Scarecrow" meant nothing to me, but to BigSexy, they meant so much more. But in spite of the fact that those names meant little to me (and in spite of the fact that Katie Holmes sucked), I thought it was an awesome job with the story and casting. In the words of another friend, "It Rawked!"
As a side note, Mr. & Mrs. Smith was also really good. Shmelly and I flew out to see it on Sunday night, and loved it. That casting was perfect too, and the story was simple, but without any gaps. I wish I was like Mrs. Smith...or maybe I am...who could know?
Pablo had the decency to be discreet about a certain someone's birthday this weekend, but I don't think I will be since it was just SO FUNNY! I WILL omit, the name of this certain someone, but I am going to go ahead and post the MSN conversation I had with this someone, semi-detailing the events of his birthday party on Saturday:
Me - doing anything to celebrate your 23rd?
Certain Someone - no, but the guys took me out on Sat to kareoke
Me - oooooh fun. Karaoke? Where? did you sing? did they sing to you? hahaha
CS - yeah at jingo, i was trashed, so i was actually singing lol.
CS - but those guys played such a bad prank on me at the end.
Me - that's hilarious! really? what happened?
CS - well they blindfolded me, and had a stripper come in to give me a lapdance.
CS - so eventually they tell me to raise my arms and put them behind my back
CS - and i go along with it, enjoying my time
CS - this is after i have my hips on the stripper
CS - and finally when my arms are in the air, they beat the shit outta me.
Me - Bwahahahaha!
CS - but....
CS - i find out the next morning that it wasnt a stripper
CS - it was HOWARD :@
CS - he was rubbin up on me and shit
Me - SHUT UP!!!! that's SOOOOOOOOOO good!!!!
CS - and they took pics!
Me - hahahahaha!
CS - with my hands holding his hips
CS - i cant believe i didnt know
Me - that's hilarious! you couldn't tell it was a GUY?
CS - but i was too drunk
Me - hehehe it must've been a lot of alcohol!
CS - hah yeah quite a bit :)
Me - well, it wouldn't be a party without that much alcohol
Pablo, you and the guys also rawk.
I don't know about you, but drunk or not, I would NEVER trust the guys enough to let them blindfold me on my birthday. :) Well, belated Happy Happy regardless, certain someone.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Why is its name "Charlie" anyway?
Continuing with the idea that my brother uses the net to find the oddest things, this is the window that he currently has left open on the computer. But then again, maybe he's onto something...
Señorita and I had yet another girly day yesterday. I can tell because my wallet's about $100 lighter. Between a patio lunch (as she ogled the server-dude) and a stroll down Yonge Street, within just a few hours we BOTH managed to spend that much money. Who knows where it went? The only thing I regret about having spent that money so quickly is that had we been able to hold onto it a little longer, we both might have spontaneously spent that $100 (plus a little more of course) on tattoos for ourselves. THAT would have been interesting. But alas, it seems our spontaneous body scarring will have to wait until the next trip out.
Also yesterday, I played volleyball summer league and in a moment of defensive flailing, I managed to get myself one mother of a charlie horse.
(However, unlike the one that Pablo and Strawfairy gave to SiD a few years back, mine was by accident.)
Cutting out the thinking behind my move, I basically decided to run through the path of our setter to get into position and on the way, I misjudged the ball and instead of being out of the Shinner's (the setter) way, I got directly INTO his way--end result being that he ran full force into me and I into him, and I got his right knee (eww) full speed into my left thigh.
Holy mother did that hurt.
And it still hurts. I've got this huge bump (though surprisingly no bruise) on my thigh that it hurts to touch. I can still walk, though running is questionable, and jumping proves even more of a challenge. So guess who has practice tonight? Ugh.
Señorita and I had yet another girly day yesterday. I can tell because my wallet's about $100 lighter. Between a patio lunch (as she ogled the server-dude) and a stroll down Yonge Street, within just a few hours we BOTH managed to spend that much money. Who knows where it went? The only thing I regret about having spent that money so quickly is that had we been able to hold onto it a little longer, we both might have spontaneously spent that $100 (plus a little more of course) on tattoos for ourselves. THAT would have been interesting. But alas, it seems our spontaneous body scarring will have to wait until the next trip out.
Also yesterday, I played volleyball summer league and in a moment of defensive flailing, I managed to get myself one mother of a charlie horse.
(However, unlike the one that Pablo and Strawfairy gave to SiD a few years back, mine was by accident.)
Cutting out the thinking behind my move, I basically decided to run through the path of our setter to get into position and on the way, I misjudged the ball and instead of being out of the Shinner's (the setter) way, I got directly INTO his way--end result being that he ran full force into me and I into him, and I got his right knee (eww) full speed into my left thigh.
Holy mother did that hurt.
And it still hurts. I've got this huge bump (though surprisingly no bruise) on my thigh that it hurts to touch. I can still walk, though running is questionable, and jumping proves even more of a challenge. So guess who has practice tonight? Ugh.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Antsing for Ice-Cream
"What do you do, go onto Google and type in 'crap'?"
I swear, I don't know how my brother finds some of this stuff.
Click here to see what I mean.
On a not completely unrelated note, have you ever thought of changing your career due to something you've seen on TV? It's not me, but it's someone I know, and I thought it was hilarious. Just imagine you're a CGA or some other sort of successful financial position, and you decide to become a safety inspector at your local nuclear power plant because Homer Simpson makes it look like fun. It's not exactly that, but that's as close as I can get without really giving it away. I've already said too much.
I slept most of the hours away today after work and now I'm antsy to go out. I tried to coax my brother out for ice cream, but that surprisingly didn't work. Apparently he's got better things to do, like watch SCRUBS for the nth time over and search for crap on the internet. After such a great chillin' day yesterday, all I want is more time like that.
Yesterday after work (and a short nap) Shmelly and I headed down to the beach with the intent of meeting up with some friends on the volleyball courts. However, on the way we kept getting distracted, first by the pretty houses leading down to the beach, and then by the little booths and kiosks selling all of the crap that I love, and finally by our favourite store on Queen Street: ENDS. By the time we parked by Ashbridges, we were both sporting a new pair of sunglasses and had other new articles of clothing in the car, waiting to be worn.
Walking along the boardwalk in a lazy attempt to find our friends--since it was rather late by then, we didn't actually expect to find them still playing--we ran into random handfuls of other friends instead which was just as nice. After rounding the bend we started to head back, but not before stopping at the ice cream truck for a couple of twist cones to accompany us for the walk to the car. From there we were going to head for dinner at a randomly chosen sushi restaurant nearby, but ended up cruising home (the scenic route) for home-cooked chicken by mum-mum.
Why can't all days be like that?
But alas, here I am at home, blogging and so far beating Boo at Literati. I am also nursing a nasty sunburn from the weekend. I'm not wearing a tank top, but it looks like I am. Gross. Anyone want to go for ice cream with a lobster?
...
Song of the Moment: "Walk Away" - Christina Aguilera
What do you do when you know something's bad for you
but you still can't let go?
I was naive, your love was like candy
Artificially sweet, I was deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web and I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed and devoured completely
And it hurts my soul cause I can't let go
All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my sufferin'
I hate to show that I lost control
Cause I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need
To walk away from
I need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
Get away, walk away, walk away. . .
I should have known that I was used for amusement
Couldn't see through the storm; it was all an illusion
Now I've been licking my wounds, but the venom seeps deeper
We both can seduce, but darlin' you hold me prisoner
Oh, I'm about to break, I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your allure, and I'm fiendin' for a cure
Every step I take leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
Oh, I can't mend this torn state I'm in
Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn
And everywhere I turn,
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
To walk away from
I need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
Every time I try to grasp for air
I am smothered in despair
It's never over, over, oh oh
Seems I'll never wake from this nightmare,
I let out a silent prayer
Let it be over, oh
Inside I'm screaming, begging, pleading no more
Now what to do, my heart has been bruised
So sad but it's true, each beat reminds me of you
It hurts my soul, cause I can't let go
All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my sufferin'
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cause I, I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
Oh, I'm about to break, I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your allure, and I'm fiendin' for a cure
Every step I take leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
Oh, I can't mend this torn state I'm in
Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn and everywhere I turn
I keep going right back to the one thing
that I need
To walk away from
Need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
get away, walk away, walk away
I swear, I don't know how my brother finds some of this stuff.
Click here to see what I mean.
On a not completely unrelated note, have you ever thought of changing your career due to something you've seen on TV? It's not me, but it's someone I know, and I thought it was hilarious. Just imagine you're a CGA or some other sort of successful financial position, and you decide to become a safety inspector at your local nuclear power plant because Homer Simpson makes it look like fun. It's not exactly that, but that's as close as I can get without really giving it away. I've already said too much.
I slept most of the hours away today after work and now I'm antsy to go out. I tried to coax my brother out for ice cream, but that surprisingly didn't work. Apparently he's got better things to do, like watch SCRUBS for the nth time over and search for crap on the internet. After such a great chillin' day yesterday, all I want is more time like that.
Yesterday after work (and a short nap) Shmelly and I headed down to the beach with the intent of meeting up with some friends on the volleyball courts. However, on the way we kept getting distracted, first by the pretty houses leading down to the beach, and then by the little booths and kiosks selling all of the crap that I love, and finally by our favourite store on Queen Street: ENDS. By the time we parked by Ashbridges, we were both sporting a new pair of sunglasses and had other new articles of clothing in the car, waiting to be worn.
Walking along the boardwalk in a lazy attempt to find our friends--since it was rather late by then, we didn't actually expect to find them still playing--we ran into random handfuls of other friends instead which was just as nice. After rounding the bend we started to head back, but not before stopping at the ice cream truck for a couple of twist cones to accompany us for the walk to the car. From there we were going to head for dinner at a randomly chosen sushi restaurant nearby, but ended up cruising home (the scenic route) for home-cooked chicken by mum-mum.
Why can't all days be like that?
But alas, here I am at home, blogging and so far beating Boo at Literati. I am also nursing a nasty sunburn from the weekend. I'm not wearing a tank top, but it looks like I am. Gross. Anyone want to go for ice cream with a lobster?
...
Song of the Moment: "Walk Away" - Christina Aguilera
What do you do when you know something's bad for you
but you still can't let go?
I was naive, your love was like candy
Artificially sweet, I was deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web and I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed and devoured completely
And it hurts my soul cause I can't let go
All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my sufferin'
I hate to show that I lost control
Cause I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need
To walk away from
I need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
Get away, walk away, walk away. . .
I should have known that I was used for amusement
Couldn't see through the storm; it was all an illusion
Now I've been licking my wounds, but the venom seeps deeper
We both can seduce, but darlin' you hold me prisoner
Oh, I'm about to break, I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your allure, and I'm fiendin' for a cure
Every step I take leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
Oh, I can't mend this torn state I'm in
Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn
And everywhere I turn,
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
To walk away from
I need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
Every time I try to grasp for air
I am smothered in despair
It's never over, over, oh oh
Seems I'll never wake from this nightmare,
I let out a silent prayer
Let it be over, oh
Inside I'm screaming, begging, pleading no more
Now what to do, my heart has been bruised
So sad but it's true, each beat reminds me of you
It hurts my soul, cause I can't let go
All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my sufferin'
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cause I, I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
Oh, I'm about to break, I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your allure, and I'm fiendin' for a cure
Every step I take leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
Oh, I can't mend this torn state I'm in
Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn and everywhere I turn
I keep going right back to the one thing
that I need
To walk away from
Need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
get away, walk away, walk away
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