Random Things ~Or ~ Business As Usual

Well, I just passed week 2 (TWO!) of the Flip Flop and Drop Debacle of 2009, which can now be referred to as Post Traumatic Idiotic-Moron-for-Tripping-on-My-Flip-Flops-and-Falling-on-My-Can Syndrome. Or PTIMTMFFFMCS.



Whichever you prefer. I'm easy.



Some of you have asked for pictures of my foot. Sorry. Feet are gross. I took about 15 pictures of my foot and erased every last one of them. Not because of the bruising, but because unpedicured toes were just too ugly to look at. But here's a pic of the lovely black boot!





I've learned a few things, experienced a few firsts and have most definitely exhausted my family with all my demands kind requests these last few weeks. I've gotten up a few times against doctor's recommendations and tried doing a few things. My sanity depended upon it and in my head I justified every ill advised act.





Unfortunately, my ankle paid for it. So, the first thing I've learned is that when I get a wild hair in my keester to get up and you know, try and take pictures of my adorable sleeping baby or cook a full blown meal, it usually knocks me back down for a few days. Ask me how I know.



But honestly now. How many of you, broken ankle or not, could resist getting up to take pictures of this?




or this?

Totally justifiable if I do say so myself.

And it's fairly safe to say that Food Network has been my best friend over the last few weeks. You all know that I absolutely adore the Next Food Network Star and this last one was a doozy! I absolutely LOVED Melissa d'Arabian and was just thrilled that she won. Well, ever since I saw her pilot on the last show I have wanted to make this and this. And I made BOTH this week! Let me tell you, my friends ... it did not disappoint.

However, my ankle did not approve one teeny tiny itty bit. ::sigh::



In the last two weeks I've also realized how to get rid of my dry, cracked heels. It's simple, really. Stop walking on them. Really. They've all but gone away. And for me, that's a miracle. The little Vietnamese lady at the nail salon will be so thrilled, y'all!



I am a barefoot girl and quite frankly, that is one of the worst things you can do for your heels. I'm fairly certain that's why I was kicked out of Fly Lady. I wouldn't obey the whole "put your shoes on and tie them" mantra. Well, that and I don't think ever in the history of Fly Lady was anyone else's entire house deemed a "hot spot". I'm just sayin'.


And speaking of personal hygiene (okay, there was just no good way to segue into that!).

I took one of the longest, most enjoyable showers ever today. I didn't realize how grungy one could feel from just sitting and doing, oh you know ... NOTHING! I washed my hair (which Marinell the Hair Genius, was so kind to color and highlight for me a week post breakage. She stayed late ~ like until 10pm late ~ Just. For. Me. I love her. I don't think I could have handled both a broken ankle AND bad roots. It's just not right, y'all.). Anyway, I washed and rinsed although I did not repeat. I shaved my legs, which has proven to be quite interesting with a broken ankle. I shaved under my arms (I only have to do this twice a month, so it's quite exciting for me when it happens.) and I used my vanilla bean body scrub.

I also plucked an eyebrow or two and gave them a haircut. If I don't trim them Monk begins to call me Abe ...as in Abe Vigoda. Got to the link. You'll understand. I did not, however, put on any makeup. Because I don't have to, that's why. It's been quite freeing actually.


Here is my makeup-less self lounging about the couch. As usual. Nice, huh? Blech. Picture courtesy of 9 year old Grace.





I've worn makeup only twice this week. Once when I went to Costco and once when I went to Target.


And speaking of Costco... ( ahHA! Now THAT was a good segue!)



I was getting cabin fever and some grocery shopping needed to be done, so my good friend Anita came over and went with me to Costco. Monk made her pinky swear to make me ride around in one of those little Scoot About things that beep like a Mac truck when you back up. Right at the end of the shopping trip my Scoot About died on me. Lucky for me Anita is a NASCAR fan because she whipped right in behind me with the shopping cart and drafted me all the way to the checkout line. It was classic.

While I was at Costco I also purchased a double pack of Nutella and my life hasn't been the same since. I think about this stuff and what I can do with it incessantly. I do believe I'm going to make a pizza creation that involves a pizza crust, Nutella, almonds and marshmallows. I'll let you know when I try it. I could use my finger and eat it straight from the jar, friends. It is that good.

And just so you know ... the Scoot Abouts and Target were much better than the Scoot Abouts at Costco. I'm fairly certain that the Target one was so fast that it broke some sort of supermarket speed limit. Poor Sis was having to chase me through the store while pushing a loaded grocery cart. I just laughed maniacally and went faster, embracing the whole NASCAR like experience from Costco and had to refrain myself from trying to "bump" Grace into the Chef Boyardee Ravioli. That is until I nearly gave myself whiplash by accidentally letting go of the little lever thingy and my little Scoot About came to a rather unpleasant and abrubt halt!

(BTW, Jennifer asked me where I got Hope's puzzle rack and the answer is Target, of course. And the best part is that it came with 4 puzzles!! For under $20!)

Well, that pretty much wraps up my exciting life around here lately. What have y'all been up to? Anybody have any new blog worthy recipes to try? What are your eyebrow plucking habits? Finding any new interesting blogs? Anybody else draft people in a Scoot About at the local Costco?

Really. These are the things that make my life happy right now.