Sooo...

So I gave up blogging/myspace/instant messaging/etc for Lent. I had intended to write about it when I returned, and I'd intended to return much sooner than this. I just wasn't inspired. So instead I've been lurking - reading your blogs and commenting, but contributing nothing of my own to the (cyber)world. Sorry 'bout that, but oh well. Deal. :)

Tonight I finally convinced Josh to try Yahtzee, which he had NEVER PLAYED IN HIS LIFE. Seriously - how does one get through nearly 32 years in a developed nation without knowing how to play Yahtzee? Anyway, he caught on quickly but had bad luck. He then taught me chess and poker.

I would like to state, for the record, that I whooped ol' boy's butt in 2 games of Yahtzee, five card stud, and seven card stud. Unfortunately, his bishop checkmated my king. Grrr.

Another interesting component of my day...I was drugg'd. As some background, I am a lifelong sufferer of these horrific cramps in my feet, the kind where two of your toes clamp together and curl downward. It hurts like crazy. I've been told to take potassium supplements, calcium supplements, drink lots of water, and stretch my feet on a regular basis. Do you think any of this helps? 'Course not. (Why should my body work like it's supposed to?) Anyway, last night I was just starting to drop off at 2 a.m. when all of a sudden - searing, painful spasm in m'left foot. I got up and stretched it every which way I could think of. I put on my fleece "booty socks." I wrapped my foot in a heating pad on the highest setting. (I should take this opportunity to point out that the two latter actions have great possibility of making things worse, as they require some degree of pointing my toe.) Anyway, nothing was working, and Grumpy Sleepy Josh muttered, "WHY do you keep wiggling around???" So I said screw it and retrieved one of Josh's Flexeril (sp?) tablets out of the medicine cabinet. Now, I know it's illegal to take someone else's prescription (so SHHHH). And I knew full well that these fine muscle relaxers would make me a zombie all day today.

I was a zombie all day today. But at least I didn't get arrested.

So even though I zoned out a lot at church, dozed off on the couch at Josh's grandma's this afternoon, and didn't get any of my rapidly-coming-due paperwork done for my day job, that's okay. IT WAS WORTH IT.

To paraphrase a song from this morning - I'd like to love my feet to heaven. Or at least a perpetually relaxed state.

So now, Sleepy Rubber Cement Girl is off to bed.