I've been detained.

I know that I said I would blog more regularly buuut uhhh... I've been detained. Lets just leave it at that.
I'm sick. Sicky sick sick.
I have a fever again. I don't like fevers. I'd imagine no one does. It's a constant argue with myself whether or not I'm cold or hot. I'll fan myself, take off my jacket, snuggle back into the covers and 3 minutes later my teeth will be chattering. Last night I developed a cough that sounds like a mature goose. It's not that bad yet. My throat is scratchy though. My ears hurt. There's been a constant pinching pressure behind my eyes. Congestion. No fun.
This morning and afternoon was spent job searching. The application questions are getting more and more interesting. Yesterday's favorite:
If you were color, what would you be?
If you were a shape, what would you be?
I don't know what employers would want to do with a turquoise prism version of Rachel. The human Rachel is much more impressive.
Rest in peace to my brother's puppy, Sadie. All you crazy speed demons out there: Slow the freak down. There are children and puppies running about. Hoolagans.
I've been trying to blog this event for about a week but it's complicated. I don't like it.
But here I go.
On the 11th of February I was released to walk with out crutches or a boot. (Cue fireworks) It's been nice. I felt like a whole new woman. Until... *glass shattering* my leg started hurting. Not the most previous surgery leg. The first surgery leg. The compartment leg. The last 1/4 of my leg pinched and... hurt. I figured it was just still healing and was sore from walking. I thought it would go away. I thought wrong. At 6am the pain reduced me to tears and calling my mother. Moms know everything. EVERYTHING. Between Brett, my mamma, David, and I we confirmed something unusual was going on with my leg. I called the doc on his personal cellular and gave him the scoop. He wanted to take a look at it. Awesome. On a Holiday even. We met him at his office. He unlocked the doors and took us into a observation room. I showed him my leg and he agreed that there was something weird going on. He called in an ultrasound and off we went. We played an obnoxiously ridiculous game of hide and seek with the tech girl. RIDICULOUS. But as soon as we found her things rolled smoothly. She led us through dark hallways and labs until we got to room with a ultrasound machine and a bed. I took off my pants and laid on the table. She ultra sounded my whole leg. She explained a lot of cool stuff that I'm not going to take the time to type. Just know it was cool. She reported back to the doc that something was going on. It could just be swelling. But she didn't know. The doc called me later that night and yes, from his personal cellular, and said that I better have and MRI to see what's really going on. He said someone would contact me the next morning with an appointment for an MRI. Someone did contact me the next day. But they had bad news. Their MRI machine was down for the day so they scheduled an appointment for the next day. Pain pain go away. The next day rolled around and the receptionist from the MRI place called to dish me some more bad news. Our insurance company would not cover the MRI. So the past week has been playing cat and mouse with insurance people who have dirt in their coffee. (I'd be cranky if I had dirt in my coffee...) So for now, I'm in pain.
Brett is a fantastic care taker. I am blessed to have someone like him in my life. He gets an A+ for taking care of a sick and in pain wife. A+!!

I was going to post this on Valentines but I never got around to it:
I don't care what your marital status is, Valentines Day has high potential for disappointment. This can make people do and say preeeetty stupid things.
In high school I dated a guy who "forgot" it was Valentines Day. He took me to Wendys to get me a frosty, We were in line at the drive thru and he said, "Rachel, you look gorgeous in break lights." Charming wasn't he. I think I made him take me home.
Ahhhh... memories.

I'll try to get back to my frequent blogging

Life has been pretty exciting the past week ish. Blogging got kinda lost in the excitement.

Brett came home Tuesday night. I was expecting him Thursday but I got a tip that he was trying to surprise me with an earlier arrival date. This threw off my schedule for my list of things to do before he came. What was listed as something to do in 2 days was suddenly 24 hours. Nevertheless, the surprise was fantastic. (Duhh.) So... HE'S HOME!!! I am so so so so so so happy! We had a nice stay at a fancy hotel and will not be spending that kind of money for a long long time. We soaked it up! It's 4AM and he is asleep next to me. Awww. I really like that.

The Mr. and I will be very busy with new stuff. Stuff like apartment and job searching. I am dreading interviews. They are like interrogations on steroids. Compensation is dangling in front of you.

Speaking of new, I want a new pet. Not that we had one before, buuut what about a bird? I had a bird when I was little. Fifle. Best bird anyone could ask for. My cat tried to eat him. He died. ...Maybe I'm not ready for a potential pet loss. Fish die too easily and after 5 "flushings" I could see myself starting some kind of loss prevention group and never be able to love a creature ever again. Kitties get hit by cars too easily. Puppies... we can't have a puppie in a new apartment. That could be very... destructive.

Thursday I was officially released to walk. Halleluja! My feet are sore and reconstructed. I am very happy to be fixed. It's a little awkward though. I'm walking with feet I've never used before... Okay, that an exaggeration. I'm walking with bones in different places and tendons lengthened which makes walking a very different sensation from what I'm used to. (See, the first sentence sounded soooo much better.)

It needs to warm up. For reals Mother Nature. This is starting to get freakin old. I don't warm up until mid-May. So uh, lets move things along.

It's Saturday. I like Saturdays. They are productive days. I plan to have a job by the end of the day. (Wishful thinking... irrational thinking.) I'm excited for Sunday dinner at my mom's. Nothing real special, but because Brett is home everyone will be all excited. Coming home for Sunday dinner often feels like Christmas. Yummy food, family, loud dogs, laughs. Eh- hem.

I think I'll blog more later when I don't have a dashing, handsome man trying to sleep next to me.

PUBLISH POST

"...spilled my coffee, broke a shoe lace..."

Tonight was... less than thrilling. Blah blah blah!
Anyway. Amidst to blues came a wonderful Facebook message.

The meet ended today. Women finished 8th and the men 9th. (Men would have been 7th but lost the 400 FR to a DQ).
They did a great job.
Thanks to all your support. We always stand together.
Go Tigers
Coach

WE STAND TOGETHER. Umm. How does coach always know the right words to say at the right time even if it's state updates. Go coach.
I can't say I had much "Tiger pride" but I loved my team. I was a part of something and I loved that.

I'm eating vanilla yogurt right now. It's hitting the spot.

If I was irresponsible I would hop on a plane right now. I think a nice dose of beach and brother's company would do me wonders right now. Buuuuut, I have a pedicure on Monday (Not fond of pedicures in the least but I like the outcome.) and I really need to clean. Soooo I guess I'm going stickin around. (Three long, slow, deep breaths) Sigh.

I am so awake right now it's not even funny. NOT EVEN FUNNY...

Ummm... Oh! I might get to walk on Thursday! Cool huh??

I think I'll blog later when I have something intellegent to say.

Peace. Stay sweet.

"One grecian ..."

I can easily sum up this picture in one word:
AMBIEN!!
I'm not sure I like admitting to taking this medication.
Everyone has heard the stories of people and their "Ambien trips".
I had to share mine because it is (In the words of my lovely friend, Andrea) RICH.
Soooooo the other night I did my "get ready for bed routine" which consists of:
Wash face
Brush teeth
Brush hair (I like brushing my hair at night- poofy)
Rubbing Vitamin E on scars
Meditating/ bedtime yoga
Texting Brett "I love you"
Facebooking
Blogging
Tweeting
Annnnd on some nights, the most interesting: partaking Ambien
This particular night I checked Julie's blog. She puts together the cutest outfits.
I took my Ambien and was almost asleep when I got a text.
I checked my phone and got up to get a drink. I drink a lot when I am "Abienified" I somehow end up with liters of apple juice or bottles of Matinellis that are sadly empty by the morning.
Upon returning to my room I saw my cute new peach top draped over the chair.
I remember thinking, "I should take cute pictures of my new shirt like Julie does."
So I put on my shirt, the jeans I was planning on wearing with my shirt and some pearls and disappeared into the bathroom for hair and makeup. Which obviously turned out terrible. Look at that picture people! Look at it!
Then I started my photo op.... In the hallway. In front of the mirror. Best lighting I assume.
I was full on posing in front of the mirror snapping pictures.
These weren't cute pictures in the least. I wasn't posing very well either. My poses were very strange. Like Grecian urn material. (In my opinion, models should scratch the sexy poses they do now and resort back to "Grecian-chic"
87 pictures later I went back into my room.
It doesn't end here.
I uploaded my newly snapped pictures on my computer and edited a few. I posted them on Facebook. Luckily I intercepted them before many people saw them. I think...
After I was satisfied with my editing, I slipped back into my pajamas and went to sleep.
Here's the best part:
I didn't remember one bit of this strange picture party until noonish the next day. Jeri called from work and informed me of my Ambien photo shoot. She had been asleep in the room next to me. She didn't want to startle me so she sat through thirty minutes of an Ambien induced photo shoot. She told me to check my camera and sure enough there were my Grecian urn posing pictures.
I started to piece my night together.
Sigh...
On the plus side (this is one of those "plus side" moments were it only looks good if you squint your eyes, turn off the light, and stand on one foot) I got moody pictures out of this.
Annnd I have a new found appreciation for never needed to use blush.
...That could have been messy...

M + S = Love

I have a love/hate relationship with this woman.

It's obvious why I love her. Right? Gorgeous blah blah blah...
The recognition of hate will not be tolerated here...
So... That's that.
I had been mulling over this love/hate business for a few hours while reading here and theres of Shakespeare.
I discovered that I also have a strange love/hate relationship with that rascal, Shakespeare. Handsome devil isn't he?? Anyway, I was flabbergasted at how funny, romantic, dreamy etc. Shakespeare's writing is. I'm rereading The Winter's Tale. I get made fun of. No one reads The Winter's Tale. A lot of wonderful Shakespeare musings aren't read. Not like Romeo and Juliet is read anyway. (That's a lovely one. I cry every time I read it. Every time.)
What if Shakespeare and Marilyn fell in love? There they'd be- the ever so dashing Shakespeare escorting the lovely Marilyn down the red carpet. When stopped for a picture Shakespeare would quote a sweet nothing for his endless love, Marilyn. And she'd stand there... smiling. She was good at that. (She was meant to stand there, smiling, being great at it. Kind of like how Godzilla was meant to be great at stomping on buildings. Okay, he was AMAZING at stomping on buildings.) I think that they would be the most successful couple in Hollywood. But alas, they inevitably were never meant to be. The separation of time periods could be a factor...
But still... just imagine...