Stickers

I once had a sticker album. It was FULL of every kind of sticker imaginable. There were glitter stickers, scratch and sniff stickers, bumper stickers, Strawberry Shortcake stickers, Hello Kitty stickers, Star Wars stickers. . . You name it, I had it in there. Sometimes I would try to peel a sticker off a page. I'd grown tired of it. It didn't represent what I wanted "in" my sticker album. But inevitably, when I'd try to tear a sticker from its page, there was always a little bit left behind. Usually, I'd try to cover up the remnant of the old sticker with a new one. But I could always see some of the old underneath the new.

We are all stickers on someones page; and no matter how hard we try to peel one off or cover one up. . . there is always a little left behind.

Words, Words, Words. . . .

During a discusion over the season finalé of Grey's Anatomy with Mel, she prompted me to read her blog over her stolen word "mangerines".

After laughing and chuckling and giggling over the creation of words we further discussed my renewed love of the Thursday night TV Series.
You see, my beloved show, for all intense purposes Jumped the Shark when Izzie operated on a deer to save it's life. The show had taken a turn for the gore.
THIS is NOT why I love this show!!! I love it for its DRAMADY!!!

THAT'S right. . . except for Mel who in fact heard it fall from my lips YOU dear readers are reading it here first!
I AM CALLING IT!
By the year 2010 the Academy of TV people will have a new category!!!
DRAMADY!!!

Death of a Toenail: Day 2

Yesterday ended bad for the ole toe! About 3:15pm, I rounded the corner of my desk forgetting about the 3 foot metal banner that lie against it.
WHAM! You guessed it! Toe. . . meet metal banner.
In all my sports injuries, surgery and general screw ups, I do not think I have ever experienced a pain as intense as that. (yea yea yea, if I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times. . . childbirth. I choose NOT to inflict pain on myself purposefully, especially one that lasts 18+ years!)
ANYWAY, I saw stars, broke out in a cold sweat and thought I was going to barf.
Tears instantly welled into my eyes as the pain continued.
Once I regained composure I, in typical Clark style, threw the banner across my office not caring where or how it landed as long as it was out of my path - FOREVER!
Instantly the swelling began forcing blood out of the two holes I made earlier in the day and within 10 minutes the throbbing began again. I'd had enough. I packed up and drove home. Two Tylenol, a HUGE glass of wine, a dish of vinegar (thanks mom!) I sat down on my couch.
45 minutes later I removed my toe from the vinegar, washed it off and examined the results of my mother's home remedy. Sure enough the soreness AND the swelling were significantly less. (GO MOM! Maybe she DOES know everything?!?! Oh God, did I just write that???)
Worn out, I wrapped my toe in a band aid and headed for bed.

Today (Day 2) feels better but looks worse. The little bit of nail that used to be adorned with "It's a Doozie Soozie" red OPI polish is now stained yellow-brown from the balsamic vinegar. (IT IS ALL I HAD PEOPLE!)
There is bruising beginning to appear on the left side and along the cuticle, further convincing me that I will in fact be losing the nail.

It's about 3:00pm in the afternoon and my toe has had enough of me sitting - runnin around - sittin - runnin around. It's beginning to throb. My left leg is now slung up on top of my desk. Sexy and VERY work appropriate!
I came prepared today with Tylenol which I will consume as soon as I finish this update.
Tonight I am going to try to pedicure the 9 survivors. I'll have to keep the "Toe of Death" unpainted. I need to make sure it doesn't become infected and all that great stuff - and yes, it's going to look Super Sexy.
I'm sure I'll come up with something. (haven't acquired the novelty band aids yet)
For now I leave you with the Day 2 pic.
Toe-ttles