Post 100

This is my 100th post! So very exciting! I wish I had something "100th Post" worthy to say. When a TV show reaches it's 100th episode it usually has a great plot twist, great character moments, (they finally kissed!) and sometimes even an extended time slot. Sad to say I have no fun post twist, no kissing going on, and this probably won't be the longest post I've ever written.

Happy 100 posts blog!

I'm not going to write off all of 2011 yet but January and I are not enjoying each other's company much. Last week I was si-ick all week but somehow made it through that first week back from the holidays. My si-ick week meant doing 8 hours of work over 12 hours with extended breaks for sleeping or vegging, and a lot of nights going to bed around 8:00. I was not sad to see the week end. The weekend was ok. I was still recovering from my cold but there was some pretty good playoff football to watch and I always find that healing.

Saturday night I did not sleep well. I woke up sweating all night; it was strange and I began to fear I had a fever. Or the flu. After a nap on Sunday I felt a little better. I headed over to my friend's house to pick up a few people for a birthday extravaganza. Ok, wings. But they were good wings.

Pause - have I mentioned that Asheville has been covered with snow and ice for days and we are getting about a foot of snow as I type this?

As I'm walking from the car to my friend's house I "bit it" in the driveway. Big time. I was very happy go-lucky in the moment. Fresh off a nap, finally feeling almost back to normal. I think I was actually smiling and had "doot doot de doot" in my head as I walked along. Black ice. My feet. I lost. Whooooosh, down I went. My leg twisted, turned, and finally laid to rest in a very uncomfortable position.

I believe I said, "Ow." And then some obscenities. And then silence. I was hurt. It was 29 degrees. I looked up at the windows. Surely someone saw that right? Where were my friends? Why weren't they rushing to my aid? I let the pain subside, then dragged myself up the icy stairs into the house. It took a few minutes but I finally let myself get talked into an ice pack. Long story short, I'm in pain but I'm ok. No major swelling or bruising. Just pain. Worse pain this morning than yesterday but I'll survive. Good thing I don't have to go anywhere for awhile seeing as how we have about 6 inches of snow and it is still snowing, with weather predictions of up to a foot. Maybe I'll take my gimpy knee out in the street for some photos later. Sigh. Really not a fan of January so far.

Happy 100 blog! You don't look a post older than 21.