Oh Sweet Un-Updated Blog!

I started back to work this week and have been a little overwhelmed! I think I had a plan for a post, but I don't remember what it was now! It is crazy how our brains can hold so much long term, but short term, little things seem to get bumped for bigger information. (I don't know if there is any science to back up my claim, and I am too lazy to google, so don't base your next thesis off what I said.)

So random things first:

Three outfit posts

Dress: Old Navy. This one is no longer available, but this is a similar one, at a similar price!
Cardigan: Target, bought on clearance. Old Navy has a good alternative.
Shoes: Target as well. They have a darker brown in store now.
Shoe Clips: Made by me!

Shirt: Macy's
Cardigan: Target Best thing about this cardi, it has pockets!
Skirt: Bought off Ebay over the summer, originally from Target.
Shoes: BCBG Generation, bought on clearance.

Cardigan:New York and Co
Shirt: Similar I bought my top last year at Macy's.
Shoes: Rocketdog, bought on clearance.

I am going to try and post outfits once a week. I don't know yet if they will be their own post, or part of a larger one. Trial and error right? 

Lately I have been dreaming of living in a place with four discernible seasons. (I think I feel this way every August.) I blame Pinterest! People start pinning Fall clothing and it makes me sad, because we don't get a real "Fall" here. We don't get a lot of Spring either. It is mostly Summer, one month of cold, then more Summer. I love cold weather though. I like to snow ski, I like fireplaces, I like hats and gloves and scarves. Ah well, unless I ever seriously start to plan a move, it is just a dream.

Moving on.

Not much to say right now, I hope if you are reading this, you will stick through this case of the blahs.

My Left Foot

Yesterday when I arrived home, I opened the car door. This is not unusual, I mean the door has to be opened for me to get out of the car. I opened the car door, then began to gather my belongings to take in to the house. I stuck my left foot out a ways preparing to exit when suddenly the door slammed shut. It caught me in the Lisfranc (not Lisa Frank) and Cuboid regions of my foot. I know this because almost exactly 6 years ago I injured this same area!!

Diagram for reference, found here.

In July of 2006, a group of my friends and I went to St. Louis. (We had gone to the last Mavs game of the season, and as appreciation for the fans, AA gave away one free airline ticket to everyone there. However, the tickets were only good for the Love Field AA, which meant a choice of Kansas City, St. Louis, Austin, or San Antonio. Given those options, St. Louis seemed the best bet.) None of us had ever been, but we did a little research to find things to do while there. We saw the Arch, went to the zoo, even got to see "Lionel Levy" play a free concert in the park under the Arch. (Lyle Lovett, the man who told us about the event improvised the name a little.) One of the girls had heard of a place called the City Museum. We decided to go there on our last night in St. Louis.

The City Museum was very neat. It is unlike any typical museum you have ever been to, and we had a really good time, that is until The Incident.

Presented without words, a pictorial representation of "The Incident".

(Starting again with words now.)

If you can't tell by the looks on our faces, that ball pit was not as deep as we thought it was. It was in fact, the toddler ball pit and had only one layer of balls. Mand and I jumped off the bench expecting to land several layers deep, instead we landed on concrete. My left foot landed topside down.

I kept saying, I don't think I can walk! Eventually though I did make my way out of the ball pit from Hell. We went back to our hotel, packed our bags, and went to sleep. The next morning when I woke, my foot looked like this:

In case you can't tell, that is swollen. I have always had fairly thin feet, even at my heaviest weight, so it was immediately noticeable that something was wrong. I flew home, and by the time J picked us up at the airport, I was having to hop.

That night we went to the emergency room. (Keep in mind this was about two weeks before my upcoming wedding!) The guy working at the emergency room took X-rays, said nothing was broken, told me to ice it, and sent me home in a walking orthotic shoe. To be honest, I was thankful!! There was no way in the world I would have let them put me in a cast anyway, so I felt glad knowing that is was probably just a sprain and my foot would be normal by the time I was set to walk down the aisle. (My reasons for not wanting a cast? A honeymoon in Hawaii!!)

Well, two weeks came, and I still could not walk without limping, my foot was still slightly swollen, and I was still using that ugly walking orthotic shoe.
It is what all the fashion forward brides were wearing that year.
J and I went to Hawaii, moved into a new apartment, and went back to school/work. About two weeks after this, I couldn't take the pain anymore, so we made an appointment with a specialist. She did an MRI and another round of X-Rays, and guess what she found....

Four micro fractures that had healed themselves, badly. Wait? What?  I had been walking on a fractured foot for two months! The emergency room missed four fractures? How was that possible?

As it turns out, that is incredibly common with Lisfranc injuries. They often don't show up in X-Rays until much later. By the time mine showed up, they had already begun to heal, and unfortunately for me, they were healing in the wrong places. A few of the fragmented pieces were now on top of other pieces of bone. My Lisfranc ligament was stretched out as well. I found I was able to point my toes, but trying to flex them was still very painful.

The doctor gave me my options: surgery or physical therapy and a much larger walking boot. I chose pt and the boot. (If I could go back in time I would 100% choose surgery.) The walking boot went to my knee and had a rocker bottom. After I was out of the boot, I had a hard insert I had to put in my shoes.

Fast forward six years. My foot has given me problems since I fractured it. When the weather changes, when I wear flip flops, when I wear heels, or when I am on my feet too long, my foot hurts. Some days I barely notice it, other days it feels like it just happened. Right now, as I am typing this, my foot is aching. The bridge of my left foot through the Lisfranc joint are slightly puffy. Obviously having the car door slam shut on a healthy foot doesn't feel good, and in this case, I'd say I am at a level 7. I am going to play the waiting game; if by Friday the swelling hasn't gone down then I will call a doctor.

Until then I have two pieces of advice for those of you who are still reading at this point:
#1--If you hurt your foot, go to a specialist.
#2--Make sure any ball pit you play in has more than one layer!

It Is A Funny Thing, Life.

I always think it is interesting how life turns out. I thought I knew what I wanted at 18. I had a plan, and by gum, I was going to make it happen. Instead, real life happened, and my plan fell apart. The career I was planning lost my interest, the boy I thought was right for me, was right for someone else, yadda yadda yadda. BUT through an odd series of events, I met a nice guy. This nice guy became a good friend, then a casual date, and then something more.

August 2001--Came to UNT for school, lived in the dorm.
I lived in West Hall. At the time, West Hall was alone on campus. It was on the far far far side, across the soccer fields. It creates a unique living situation for those that reside there, make friends at West, or remain friendless. My first year, I mostly remained friendless. I did meet the Stephs, but other than that, I kept to myself. I went home on the weekends, and went home for the summer.

August 2002--Returned to UNT for school, lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment.
When I returned for my second year of school I decided to get an apartment rather than live at West again. I was able to find a job, so the (cheap) rent wasn't a problem. The (cheap) apartment was sub-par, but, it was good (cheap) for me. I was working most weekends, so no more trips home. I found myself single and friendless in November. I initially came to UNT to be an English major (more full circle journeys!), but for a brief moment I thought I wanted to be an Elementary teacher. I took some basics in the fall, and then dived in to some child development classes for the spring. In January of 2003, I started my child development classes. Oddly enough, one of the Stephs from West was in it too! She invited me to come visit her and I took her up on it. Steph introduced me to Ang. Ang and I pretty much clicked right off the bat, and from that point on, I was a ghost resident at West Hall. It was like a chance to redo my Freshman year. Together we made friends with a lot of different people at West, including a group of boys.

J, me, one of J's roommates, and Ang at a party in my apartment circa 2003.

One of the perks of living off campus? No dorm curfews! So while we initially met our friends at West, the larger gatherings eventually moved to my little apartment. (Serious side note here, I hated those child development classes, I made 3 F's and a D this semester, and was still the happiest I had been in a very long time.) I stayed the summer, Ang went back home, but we decided to move in together when school started back in the Fall.

August 2003--More UNT, lived with two other ladies, one floor below the guy who would (three years later) become my husband.
We moved into a 3 bedroom condo with Mel, apt #108. Apartment #208 was occupied by that same group of boys we had befriended at West!

The boys of 208 and me on my 20th birthday May 2003.
Eventually, J and I begin dating. (I still didn't know what I wanted to do school wise, I went through an Art phase, another waste of credits and money. I did get back on track after this year though.) Ang began dating her now-husband during this time too. We all hung out together, the ladies of 108, the boys of 208, plus a few friends who always crashed at one of our apartments. It was a great time.

One day in April of 2005 I came home to a surprise. Flowers and a note. I don't remember the date. I don't even remember what the note said (I'm not totally callus, it is in my hope chest) except the important part :"Will you marry me?"

August 12th, 2006--J and I said our vows (outdoor in August!!) in my hometown in front of our friends and families.

My beautiful bridesmaids.
J and his groomsmen.
Our wedding.

Six years have passed since that day, we have a daughter, two dogs, and a home. We have a life. It wasn't my plan, but I think it worked out for me in the end.

The Scatterbrain Blog

If I had thought about it, I probably would have called my blog The Scatterbrain Blog. I don't have a set pattern for posts, I don't stick to one topic, and often a post that begins one way ends another.

I can be focused or scatterbrained. It just depends on what I am working on at the moment. Right now my attention is split between making headbands, rosettes, and tutu dresses, getting A ready for back to school, getting myself ready for back to school, and getting back in to a workout pattern. (This doesn't include normal life things either, you know, like cleaning.)That is a lot for one person to work on all at one, and it seems like I am doing better in some areas than others (again see cleaning).

I can't even stick to one type of flower!
I am also trying to enjoy my last few days off before the school year officially starts. We took A bowling on Sunday, she and I are going shopping with my mom on Thursday, and we are supposed to meet with my dad for a play date on Friday. Saturday ballet begins for the new year. Sunday is our 6 year wedding anniversary. At some point in all this I have to go get A's school supplies too. I'm not complaining, in fact, I am thrilled that we have a lot going on! (I know it isn't reading this way, but it is how I feel.)
I am going to really try this year to do outfit posts once a week. I know a lot of you don't care, but I like them, I think they are fun. I am going to try to do one additional post a week as well related to whatever. But I am not making any promises. All I can really commit to is today. So with that said, tonight I am going to make steak kabobs and do my Jillian Michael's video for the first time in months. (I have a friend who wrote me out a workout as well, so I may do that one instead.) I am going to finish the rosettes I am making for a friend and the ones I am making for my Memaw. I am going to do one load of laundry. And that is all.

Tomorrow I will try to tackle something else. Unless my scatterbrain gets the better of me.