Junkie

I had my second surgery with the plastic surgeon today.  I'm adding more scars to my already pretty beat-up face!  The Harry Potter lightening bolt on my left cheek is still pretty noticeable {but it honestly doesn't bother me} and now I have a little {1/2 of an inch} bloody little incision by my right eye ~ where I used to have a big, darkening freckle.  He doesn't think it's cancer this time, but I think it's better to be gone with it.  I hope I'm not becoming one of those people who can't stop having surgery...

I'm also an outside running junkie.  I knew I had to get my run in before surgery this morning ~ haven't been on here since I pulled the trigger and spent the $65 {plus service fees} to sign up for the Cleveland Half Marathon.  The training has begun.  {Mike is doing the whole...so I'll make sure to chronicle his adventure, as that is something I really can't see myself EvEr doing!} ANYWAY ~ We are in the middle of a "January Thaw" {sidebar: the weather people are calling this a thaw...when we've only had snow for two weeks.  It technically is a thaw...but it's not like we've been snowed in for months on end.}  I guess I better tell the actual story here.  I left my house around 7:30 to go and run the sidewalk in the village, since sunrise isn't until 7:54.  It wasn't too bad running; a little icy in spots, but mostly clear.  On the way home, in front of the house on Main that Mike flipped oh so many years ago, the sidewalk is covered in icy snow.  Like it's never been shoveled...because it hasn't.  I decide to go high into the crunchy snow for better traction, except it wasn't crunchy snow, it was ice.  And down I went.  Boom.  Feeling stupid is sitting on your bum on the sidewalk as cars drive by.  Pride bounces you back up and takes you on your way...then you assess any damage.  Thank Goodness my tights aren't ripped!  But I have a few marks on my upper shin and knee and hip and a bruise on my hand.  I was so afraid I would be asked at the doctor's if I'd fallen recently ~ but  they didn't ask, so I didn't have to relive the embarrassment!

I have a junkie school story...not to be shared today.

But, I have an old school story ready to be shared:  My cousin posted on facebook that her kids ate bacon and cake for breakfast that morning and we shouldn't judge her.  SOOOO reminded me of a time when I was teaching, many years ago.  A student was standing in the back of the room (on the carpeted half) and said she didn't feel well.  I told her to go to the bathroom, but she just stood there.  She started heaving that I'm-gonna-puke-any-second heave and I'm saying, "Get to the garbage can. Get to the garbage can."  And she stood there and puked up her breakfast cake all over the carpet.  I did judge.  The end of the story: when we finally got her to the office and the puke cleaned up, one of the other kids said, "And the lesson of the day is if you're going to throw up, get to the garbage can."
I don't understand these cake junkies...give me pie :)