Successful procrastination

My foot is aching and itching and I can feel the grody hairs on my legs growing into and snagging on the little jersey stuff they lined my cast with. For those of you who missed it, I had surgery on Dec. 22 for plantar fasciitis. I'm not sure exactly what they did, but they used this new technology called Topaz. My foot doesn't hurt any more than it did before the surgery except that now it aches all the time instead of just when I stand up. I'll just be glad when I can get this Godforsaken cast off my foot.

Also, it sucks to have your foot in a cast when it is raining. I wore a yellow garbage sack on my leg for a large portion of the day because I didn't have any other options. I had to get out of the car to pick up my kids. Lovely, I'm sure.

We are finally OFFICIALLY no longer white trash. Why? Because the Christmas tree is no longer displayed in our house. That is another sucky by-product of having my foot in a cast. I can't do everything by myself. Plus, when you have the mondo 12- to 13-foot-tall tree in your living room, it is sort of hard to dismantle and de-ornament when you're only 5-foot-nothing. So, Army of Dad finally dragged the monstrosity into the backyard and we'll cut parts of it off to burn in the fireplace. Of course, we've had soggy, but warm, days and nights for the past few days. It is supposed to get below freezing Wednesday night, which means AoD gets to drag all my potted plants back into the garage. My poor banana tree is looking pretty sad. It has had more ins and outs in the past few weeks that Anna Nicole's cooch.

I'm succesfully dodging a deadline on three stories that I need to write TONIGHT! Can't you tell?

I didn't even notice that hockey hadn't started until a few weeks ago. *shrug* I miss Mike Modano's boyish good looks, but not much more. I like the local hockey teams anyway.

I did hear that Wade Boggs and Ryno got voted into the hall of fame today. Hooray. According to ESPN, Boggs, a 12-time All-Star during 18 major league seasons with Boston, the New York Yankees and Tampa Bay, is 23rd on the career list with 3,010 hits, and he was the only player to homer for his 3,000th hit. He had a .328 career average and set an AL record by reaching 200 hits for seven straight seasons, and won two Gold Gloves at third base. I have always loved third basemen and catchers. Bert Blyleven should have made it. The dude is a legend. *shrug* But what do I know? A lot for a girl.

Ok, back to my stories. And to find something - anything - to stick into my cast as I was instructed NOT to do ... my kingdom for a hacksaw right now!