The Last 6 Days...

SO MUCH GOING ON!! See my next post for deets on the next 30 days of my life!
Volleyball tournament on Tuesday. Losing to the only team that beat us although I truly believe we could've beat them were it not for the mind games. Wednesday getting much needed "roots" fixed up and truly loving and finding new hair girl. Thank you Olivia who also happens to live a couple of blocks away from me. Coming home to pre Kings of Leon party and my first love standing in my apartment. Weird. Supposedly many peoples first love. I don't really care about that. Ha. Bodega then the Schott for the Kings who rocked. And apparently have songs that I have never heard before. At the Rossi after-the-show and staying up WAY too late. Thursday. Someone hustling down the stairs when I wake up for work. Vomit. Vomit. Pick up Kari at the airport and go say hi to mom. Mediocre lunch and two hours at F21. ROWE boutique fashion show. Chatting up Terri Stevens from Project Runway like we're old friends. Models walking a catwalk around a pool. Is this really my life? Kristin is still one of the most kind people I have ever known. Falling in love with foldover boots:) Kari gets to try a Rossi burger and I meet spot some Blue Jackets. This could be a really fun season. Get two Charley Horses. Two for realz. Friday is pancakes and strolling through Short North/Arena District/Downtown. Happy Hour at Hyde Park and Elderflower Martini's. Oh and the Blue Jackets again. Vino 100. Bar 23 with Josh and Joe from High School. Did I already say vomit? Street Meet. Cannot call it Meat. Also disgusting. Waking up very late on Saturday and missing yoga at Lulu. Egg Sandwiches for breakfast made by yours truly. Driving through campus because it's too rainy to tailgate. Going to my mom's to see the kiddos. Back to F21 and back to the airport. Tim Hortons for soup. I still can't walk v good:( Crew game with mom and dad, doesn't rain at all! Yippee. Take a Saturday night off and sleep in on Sunday. Church then grocery store. Returning M.A.C. that I don't need, but really want. Endless activity of putting stuff away. Over to Molly's to watch Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters. Cookies. Ugh Monday and back at my desk. Wishing I could say what I need to say. 6 days. Wow!

Update On My Dad

My dad finally has a diagnosis. Poor guy has only been suffering since April and seen about 10 doctors, so i'm glad they could finally figure it out. Yes there was sarcasm in my voice, but seriously when someone has a condition that's epi-center is the brain it should take six months for a diagnosis!
So here's the skinny: he will most likely need surgery, he may eventually lose his sight, but the good news is it's not fatal. He will be in pain alot, but it's treatable and if all plans go accordingly-it will not kill him.
Please continue to pray for his recovery!
http://www.ihrfoundation.org/

Counting Down

As a annoying as it is to others, my brain literally swirls around with dates (events, Birthdays, vacations, doctor appointments) and literally works in two weekend increments.
In otherwise within a two week time span from today, which I consider the weekend, I can to-a-fault tell you what's going on everyday and everynight. Now this isn't any big deal, but I can also tell this to you for most of the people I know who have let me in on their calendar. See what's that's annoying? I always know what's going on. In a way I pride myself on it.
So anywhoozers here are some things i'm counting down to in the next few weeks:
Tuesday 9/22 - Volleyball Tournament! I have really enjoyed volleyball this summer and in my opinion have possibly improved???
Wednesday 9/23 - Kings of Leon concert! Super annoying lately to try and get people on board with doing activities. Super.
Oh well, my bro and his girlfriend want to go, so i'll be the third wheel and hopefully the plans will stick!?!
Thursday 9/24 - Kari is commiiinnggg!!! My best friend from college and one of my closest friends in general!! Cannot wait to spend time with her and just get caught up! Also ROWE Fashion Show that night...new friends, cocktails etc. Oh an excuse to wear something real cute!
Friday 9/25 - Kari love fest continued and hopefully a chance for her to meet the boy! Cross yo fingers and yo toes:)
Saturday 9/26 - Illinois in town to play the Buckeyes AND wait for it...the hottest man alive - David Beckham. Becks better keep his fine ass healthy and show me what he's got (on the pitch of course!)
Oh and lets not forget...it's right around 45 days until I turn dirty 30...ugh!!!

I cannot make this stuff up!

This could be the title of many of my blogs. As we well know my like is a reality tv show in the making-i'm just waiting for Mark Burnett to offer to produce it.

So last week at volleyball (which I should say has probably been one of the best things i've agreed to do this summer) Kevin, a fellow team member, stepped on my foot. Now granted, this was an accident, but he is not small. And I did think maybe my foot was broken, which would've been okay by me and I would have definitely milked some days off of work for it. But instead it was just badly bruised and very very painful. Very.

So fast forward to Friday when I decide that I deserve a pedicure.

I go to my favorite place on Polaris and skillfully avoid getting the "man." So my really nice lady Cinda and I are getting along just fine...she is fairly quiet and i'm chilling with the chair massager. Well we were so rudely interrupted by someone needing a wax. As luck would have it, Cinda is the only "waxer" on duty.

Enter "the man." Now I had specifically avoided him due to the fact that once before he pretended to give me pedicure and I believe it was more like man handling my foot.

Painful. Very painful.

So I tell "the man" as I had told Cinda, that I hurt my foot and to please be careful. He says to me "I have to rub out the pain." Say what? Hell no. He then proceeds to get some Asian oil (not being racist, it really was Asian oil) and vigorously rub my bruise. Let me tell you-there were tears streaming down my face and yet "the man" did not stop with the rubbing. So he proceeds to tell me that "tomorrow it will just be a small dot and this oil has magical healing powers."

Not so. It was a huge red dot the next day and now three days later is back to a bruise. Sometimes I pat myself on the back for being the kind of person that takes pictures of everything...below are the photo documentations of the shiz that went down...


Pardon my snaggle toe on the end

OMFG

See big red blob, not small dot!