You never know what you have--until it's gone

Before you being to read this--I want everyone to look at thier pinky toe and thier little pinky toenail. This entry is of my pinky toenail and the day I lost it.

I was in Lodi, CA visiting my Woodward before I had to begin work the next week. We had a couple of fun days hanging out in Lodi getting hit on by older men who bought us drinks, dressing up in 80's garb (crimpped hair included), and cruising the streets of Lodi in the Celica rocking out to the Police. It was good times.

On Wednesday evening she and I were watching "Dancing with the Stars". We started to make our ridiculous commentary as if we knew what we were talking about. During a commercial break I got up and ran towards the kitchen to get a Butterscotch Yummy treat provided by my Woodward's mom.

I failed to notice the brick fireplace to my left and scraped my pinky toe against the brick on the floor. I immediately screamed a profane word or severel of them and sat down in the chair closest to me clutching my little pinky toe. I turned to my Woodward saying that I think I broke my toe. I removed my hand from the toe to reveal lots of lots of blood. My Woodward soon took action and got me a band-aid as I hobbled into the kitchen to clean my toe with some water and a paper towel to apply pressure to my wound.

When I removed me hand I noticed that my nail and the first few layers of my epidermis had been ripped off and was hanging on to my toe by a small thread of skin. I knew what I had to do. Rip off the bit of skin with my toe-nail attached to it. I told this to my Woodward. She had to remove herself from the room while I did it. She couldn't take the idea of taking off a toe nail. It still brings her shivers.

I put a band-aid on it and spent the next three weeks in pain each time I took a step hobbling to and fro. It was touch and go there for the first few weeks because I was afraid of infection and of losing my entire toe, not just the pinky toe-nail.

You really don't know what you have until it's gone. Although my pinky toe-nail was practically non-existant before the incident in Lodi, I still claimed a pinky toe-nail to paint, to clip when it got to long, etc.

I am happy to announce that I now have a fresh pinky toe-nail that I will soon christen with a fresh polishing once it gets long enough. If you wish to view the new toe-nail, go to My Woodward's blog entry "This is what this looks like.

This experience has taught me three things. First, love what you have-even if it is small because you will miss it when it's gone. Second, watch where you tred when brick is around, and third, never trust a Scicilian when death is one the line.

Actually, I already knew that last one, but it's always good to get a little reminder of that one because you never know. You never know.

Take Back the NCMO

I have just found out, after a little google research that NCMO was somehow created in Utah at Brigham Young University. I don't know about you guys but NCMO and BYU are two acronyms that I would never see together. What is up with this??


This entry hereby TAKES BACK THE NCMO for the Lutherans!
This is most certainly true.

Thoughts of my day

I often ask my friends if they would still be my friends if I talked really weird (and then continue to talk in that voice), or looked really wired (and then continue to make that face). Many times they humor me and say no, but I am pretty sure that they would.

Yeah, that was random enough.

I hate you Naked Girl!

Readers I apologize for the emotional entry to follow:

For the past six weeks I have been sucked into the show that has "swept America"-- Dancing with the Stars. This is the show where celebrities are paired with professional dancers and America finds out what happens when boxers, actors, reality TV wannabe stars, former childhood singers dance thier way to a final showdown of dancing! Silly I know, it started out as a joke to watch but you get into the couples as they sway and twirl to the music every Wednesday 8/9c on ABC.

My favorite couple were John and Charlotte. John is an the actor whoplayed J.Petterman on Seinfield, the one with the deep melodic voice that had the crazy stories that sold his catalog. My least favorite couple were Kelly and Alec. Kelly is an "actress" on some soap.

John and Charlotte are great dancers. John got into each and every dance with crisp footwork and Charlotte(the professional dancer) was always at her best. They were often the couple to beat during the six week show. Kelly and Alec were okay dancers, relying on his scary booty shaking and her skimpy non-existant outfits (which almost came off one week-De Ja Vu Super Bowl 2004) to draw attention to themselves. When John and Charlotte were first, Kelly and Alec were often the last couple each night.

Amazingly enough Naked Girl Kelly and her partner Alec made it to the finals. There was no question about John and Charlotte. This Wednesday was the final showdown of the "comback kid" and the consistently good and classy John.

After two dances, my sister and I watched as Naked Girl took home the disco ball trophy! Shocking, I am sure, to all the John and Charlotte fans out there. This once again proves the old cliche that "sex sells" in America.


Damn.

The Girls

Here's a pic of the girls at graduation: From the left- ME! My Woodward and the Italian Stallian herself~ Carol