She who does embarrassing, charming things

This weekend was full of fun. Mostly, it was full of laziness, which I find fun, especially when the laziness follows a crazy week like the one I had.

News:
- I'm going to go to Memphis as a Staff Advisor on Alternative Spring Break. We're going to be working at a food bank there. We started picking our team on Friday. We are interviewing eight people this week and must narrow it down to seven by this coming Friday. I'm super excited about the trip.
- I'm now officially a Pampered Chef consultant. I am hoping to make a little extra money, and this seemed like the most feasible (i.e., flexible with my insane schedule) option.
- I have dropped down to a leg of the relay on my marathon because my fundraising wasn't going well enough to continue the full or half. I'm choosing to look at it as, "Hey, now I'm ahead of schedule." My body seems to be looking at it as "Hey, now I can be lazy," because I have never not wanted to run so much in my life.

I tried out a few recipes this weekend.

Friday, at my Pampered Chef party (at which I decided, "Hey, I could do this!"), we made two delicious but simple things. For the appetizer, we had the Antipasti Pull-Apart Pizza. I don't remember the exact ingredients, but picture a sectioned French Bread crust smothered in mozzarella, olives, red bell pepper, artichokes, and garlic. So good. For the main course/demonstration, we made the Lightning Fast Veggie Chili. It was a basic chili, but smoky (accomplished by semi-roasting the squash and adding poblano pepper). It had a kick to it. Happy.

Saturday, I slept in (nope...didn't run...not at all). For lunch, I made Tofu in Sichuan Sauce. It was even easier than I expected, and it was delicious. I'm going to add vegetables next time, but overall it was a success. For dinner, I made Ribollita Soup. I left out the stale-bread-crumbs-in-otherwise-delightful-soup step, because I do not enjoy soggy bread dishes (French toast and bread pudding, I'm looking at you). I compromised and crushed up a few saltines in my bowl before eating and then hurriedly ate those bites before they could get too soggy. Sure, I may have scalded the roof of my mouth, but that's really a small price to pay not to eat soggy bread. The soup itself was awesome. It may become my go-to veggie soup.

NaNoWriMo begins! If my behavior so far is indicative of the month's pattern, you may be hearing from me a lot. In the last few hours, I've written 665 words, played Bejeweled an obscene amount of times, started working on my NaNoWriMo 2010 playlist on YouTube, and posted this entry. Yeah...no procrastination here. *sheepish*

Who else is doing NaNo this year?

Thanks to icalynn and elsmoka for the virtual cookies!

Tomorrow, I finish up the semester. I am ready. I don't think I've ever been this ready for a semester to be over. Of course, I start the minimester on Monday. But that's fine. Keeps me out of trouble during the holidays. :)

So you all know that I'm clumsy, right? Well, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I fell. Just walking in the street. No reason. Not even wearing complicated or tricky shoes. Just flat out fell on my knee. So it puffed up. But after being waited on all during the break (my family = awesome), the swelling went down and it was well on its way to recovery.

Well, apparently, I did something else to it when I got back. It was probably the massive unloading of the car. I blame the sheer volume of candy that I brought home. Anyway, it puffed up again, so last Tuesday, I went to the doctor. She said that it was probably nothing to worry about but sent me for an x-ray, just in case.

I got the x-ray results Thursday - "possible tibial fracture" - so the doctor sent me for an MRI.

Things I do not like about the MRI -
1. They play smooth jazz to relax you.
2. Turns out, it is damn near impossible for me to stay still for 30-45 minutes.
3. Apparently, one is not supposed to sleep during an MRI. If you do not want me to sleep, perhaps do not play smooth jazz. Throw in some Prodigy or death metal or something.

I went ahead at this point and purchased crutches. If it was a sprain, I could justify hobbling around in a brace. But broken bones really should not bear weight.

MRI results revealed that it was not a fracture (yay!) but rather a torn meniscus. Fun to say, not fun to experience. She then said things like "ligaments" and "buckling," at which point I interrupted before I threw up.

So now I'm sporting a super-brace for the next four weeks (so....no training for the half marathon in March? No? That's what I thought. *sigh*) and hoping that it improves. I'm using the crutches for long treks, like to school, but I'm extraordinarily bad at them. Me on crutches = comedy gold.