March 18: The Terrible Toe

Happy The-Day_After-St-Pat's Day!!! Well, I can assure you that I did not partake in any beer o'green. The temptation was there, but I resisted. Yes, tators I do have will power, except when it comes to shoes, and well LV's!!!

Speaking of shoes...
Right now I can only wear my Ugg boots and a pair of sneakers with a giant hole cut in the side of it (NOTE: These are called air condition shoes; term created by my foot doctor). I had an operation on my pinky remove bone spurs and to straighten it out. I am so jonesin to wear my new strappy wedges, but they will have to wait until the swelling goes down.

Also...
I am supposed to not run for another week or two. But, your girl was B-A-D!!! On Sunday, there was a 5k race that I signed up for WAY before I knew I would have to have my operation. My intention was to walk the 5k because I was craving aerobic exercise. But, when I got there, I got so caught up in the moment; the crowd, the music, the free green beads since it was a St. Patty Day themed race. Up until seconds before the gun sounded, I was still going to walk.

And then...
BANG! And it was as if my feet took over, for they did not walk; they ran! I was running and thought, "I really should not be doing this!" But, I was a naughty girl and did. And it felt so good to be bad!

Now...
My time totally sucked but I did not care. I RAN!!!! It was the first time in three weeks. I swore to myself that I was not going to tell anyone because I knew I would get a lecture.

However...
When Carl-E got home from his trip, he asked me about the race. And, well, catholic guilt got to me and I blurted out that I ran the race. Well, did I get a tongue lashin from him. I just stood there with my head down, but I did have a smile across my face!!!!

And I am out...

4 March: To Be Continued....

Well tators, you girl has been MIA, because I had an operation on my little pinky toe (NOTE: Right foot). I had to have naughty bone spurs removed. I came through it with flying colors, but now I have stitches and cannot run for a couple of weeks; boo-hoo for moi!!! I am so antsy is is crazy, I cannot clean my casa one more time!!!

Anywho...
Let me continue my story about my courage cruise...
So, we dock at Cozumel and get ready to hit the Tulme ruins. They are truly fabu and there are these glorious iguanas everywhere. I so wanted to take one home, but I think customs would have a different idea and I do not think Sophie would want one in the cabin.

After...
The ruins we decide to partake in the dollar Cornas and some local yummy-yums. While we were waiting for our nosh, we heard "Some one help me" We sprung from our table and Sophie jumped into action. The man at the table next to us was having a heat attach. She quickly assessed the situation and started barking orders like a general. She had all of us doin various stuffs to help save this man. And we did!!! The ambulance came and took him to the hospital and we earned one more gold star to get into those pearly gates.

So...
we were emotional spent from the occurrence that we could not eat our food, so we took our adult beverages to go and went shopping. But, we had to get back to the boat. See, where we got off the boat was not were we were returned after the ruins tour. And no one from the boat could tell us what time we had to be back, so we were racing against the clock to get our little treasures and get our asses back on the boat. After a cab ride, we found the boat and got back on safe and sound.

Well...
The rest of the trip was fantastic, and I had a blast. I cannot wait until Las Vegas next year; it will never be the same!!!

And I am off to gimp around!

Later!!!