Reality TV or Debate

So it is pretty obvious that blogging has not been much of a priority lately.  However I watched the debates and just had to comment.

Full disclosure - I support Obama.  Actually I cannot bear to even think of Romney in office but that is not the point of this post.  I am shocked, dismayed and even disheartened by the debates.  It is my understanding that the debate is to allow the candidate to present their ideas, policies, plans for their elected presidency.  Instead it has become reality tv with newscasters commenting on who is more fierce and who wants it more.  Lies are exposed, aggression is valued and insults seem to score points.

Are we so "dumbed down" that we look forward to Romney and Obama in the roles of JWOW and Snookie?  Do we need to see our country leaders acting like "The Real Housewives of the White House"?  Does the public even understand the reason for the debate and are we listening to what the positions actually are?

I consider myself somewhat of an educated voter.  There are reasons...policy reasons...that I am making my choice.  I will not vote because I think one candidate "wants it" more...or because of the displayed aggression.  I don't really care which big dog marks his territory how.  But I do believe there are many, many voters out there who have very, very different criteria for choosing a leader.

I am frightened for our future.

Where are you now?

My sister and I hosted somewhat of a high school reunion for about a dozen girls from high school.  I hadn't really seen any of them for about 20 years.  But thanks to Facebook and my sister Ann's tenacity, the girls from Villa were reunited.

I couldn't help thinking how I spent so much time with these girls during such an impressionable part of my life, yet I never chose to keep in touch with them.  In considering the places I worked and the cities I've lived in, there are so many people who played fairly significant roles in making me the person I am today.  Yet I don't speak to them either.

So what does this say about the people I know today?  Will they also drift away?  I think not. I think the older you get, the more you want and need those people with you.

I have a very few close friends who have been with me for a long time.  I will not lose them.

Miss Me? Did I mention I broke my foot?

So it's been a rather long time since I wrote something on this blog.  It's not that I had nothing to say...God knows I always have something to rant about.  It's just that I felt any comments from my current state of mind would sound pitiful.  You see I have been a bit sad lately.   No need to focus on that though.  I am back and I am going to try to make this work yet again.  I have been blogging for another site and try to post daily.  Seems to be working so let's see what we can do here.


I want to talk about mobility.  Odd subject to jump back on the track with but you see I recently broke my foot and it is a daily challenge.  I'd like to say that the injury was due to some amazing feat: saving a child from a burning building, foiling a mugging from getting grandma's purse or even getting a cat from a tree. I'd also like to say that I was doing something fun when it happen:  skydiving, dancing, entertaining.  But no those would all be lies.  I broke my foot falling down the stairs.  No high heels, no cocktails, no running, no heavy carrying, no nothing.  Just a simple misstep and a lot of pain.

Immediately following the fall, I sat on the bottom of the stairs crying.  The boys never came to find me.  So I picked myself and found them. I swore it was broken, but took a couple of aspirin and applied ice.  That night we had tickets to see "The Screwtape Letters" performed at UB's Center for Performing Arts.  I really did not want to miss it.  By the end of the performance, I could not walk. The next day I awoke and looked at my foot.  I giant eggplant, color and size had replaced my ankle and foot.

My right foot or a bizarre eggplant?

Yes that is my giant foot and ankle.  Hideous.  Obviously I needed the ER.  Off we went and after xrays confirming I had broken my 5th metatarsal and severely sprained my ankle, we were home with pain meds.  The next day I drove myself to Excelsior to get it checked out.  Talk of pins, casts and restrictions were making me insane.  They put on a camel walker or air cast and I drove home against orders.  Two days later my foot could hold no pressure, I was crying all the time and off I went back to Excelsior.  This time I needed a ride.  Three cheers for mom and dad, who saved the day yet again.

Seeing the podiatrist was a different experience than my first time seeing the PA.  The podiatrist told me what the deal was, why it was so painful, what I could expect and orders for how to live for the next three weeks.  He put on a hard cast, forbid me to drive and instructed me to elevate it as much as possible.

Why neon green?

Everyone asks why neon green?  Great question.  Because I wanted out, I was annoyed and handled a color palette of about 40 shades.  I told the guy to choose one.  He picked pink - I said anything but pink.  And there you have it.

I know I am a baby but I hate this.  It hurts.  If it feels better, I walk on it and then it swells and then it looks like bread rising over the cast.  The cast can't get wet so shower time includes a plastic bag and tape concoction.  I can't drive but on the rare occasion I have to - it is painful.

Another week or so and the hard cast can be replaced with the camel walking cast for another 2 to 3 weeks.  When I asked the doctor about getting back into those stilettos, he informed me that it could take months for my swollen ankle to heal and that we were a long way off from considering pumps.  

We'll see about that one!