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My foot is a bit swollen tonight. I guess I've been doing a little too much these last couple of days and my dog stepping on the exact spot of the fracture probably didn't help any!

Okay, back to the topic of dating...

I was trying to think earlier about the last time I had a crush on a guy and to be quite honest with everyone I can't remember! What a great feeling to be so smitten with somebody that you wonder what they are doing every minute of every hour (unfortunately for me it was usually one-sided and it was perhaps stalkeresque at times)! Anyway, why is it that I have this idea in my head of what I'm looking for and when he's not a complete package I give up?

My aunt stated the other night when questioning me about life and love that perhaps God has called me to the gift of singleness. Hmm....is that really a gift? What? No life partner? Dare I say it...no sex? No children? Growing old alone? My response to dear Aunt Barbara (whom I adore, by the way)? "Dear God, no!" I've wondered lately if this is the time when I end up settling! I hope not! A friend of mine just got married in December and when they got back from their honeymoon her husband got really sick and was recently diagnosed with transverse myelitis (swelling of the spinal chord that affects every aspect of functioning). If that could happen to her, it could happen to me. I want to be quite sure that if I get married I want to be so in love that I wouldn't mind taking care of a sick husband.

I really don't have any answers, but as for right now, my current friend is sweet enough to warrant a fourth date, I suppose!

Have You Had Your Break Today?

Today was supposed to be a nice fun day down in Dallas to watch and experience, for the first time, the St. Patrick's Day Parade. The parade was all well and good, we even managed to run into some people that we knew. After the parade we went to lunch and finally were making our way back to the car.

On our walk back towards the car I tripped on a curb and in my head I'm thinking, "concrete coming towards you, catch yourself!" I managed to catch my fall with my other foot, which then landed on a second curb and that's when I felt the pain! The pain was so great that I couldn't talk and everyone was crowding around me asking me if I was okay and I still couldn't talk! I was having mental images in my head of my upcoming race that won't happen and all the soccer games I won't be able to play for awhile! Sharon kept asking, "are you okay? are you hurt? is your spirit broken (that one made me laugh in my head)?" She told me later she thought I was embarrased by tripping in front of everyone (which I was--but at the moment that wasn't the problem). I finally managed to speak and informed the crowd I needed to sit down.

I hopped over to the curb and sat down and grabbed my foot. Someone had a cooler with ice, so I was able to immediately ice my foot. Another person had Advil, so I took 3 of those! Cristin went to get the car (which was a mile away) and Sharon was going to stay with me. I was a bit uncomfortable with all the attention and I assured everyone that they should go on ahead to their parties and my friends would take me to the doctor; so they all left with their well-wishes and statements that it's probably just a sprain. As soon as they left I started crying and told Sharon, "it's not just a sprain."

We made it to CareNow and sat down for the long wait. We finally made it into the waiting room and the nurse came into check my temperature, blood pressure, weight and all that normal stuff which I though quite unnecessary as it's clear why I'm there! (On a side note, I was quite pleased with my resting heart rate --64.) After she left we waited...and waited....and waited. I think we were in that room for an hour and a half before the PA came in. I can't complain, though, because conversation was good and time passed fairly quickly.

I have to say, I was hardly impressed with the PA. She checked the range of motion, which she thought I had full range of (I didn't). She felt around and asked if it hurt (it did). She then said, "I think it's just a bruise. Do you want to have an X-ray?" Are you kidding me? You're telling me that I can't stand on my foot because of a bruise? I've wasted my friends afternoon because of a bruise? "Yes, I'd like an X-ray." So they take the pictures and a few minutes later the PA comes back in the room and says "It's fractured!" To be honest, I was slightly relieved to know that I was right! So now, I have to go to an orthopedist and make sure it's not any worse!

I'm quickly learning how difficult it is to get around on a fractured (it's not even fully broken) foot! Sheesh! Hope you enjoyed the pictures!

The Age-Old Question!

The other night I was driving home from a date and I was reflecting on the evening and wondering if dating ever changes. Experience tells me it doesn't, but maybe it just doesn't for me! I've never been a big dater, really preferring to stay at home and watch a movie or play cards with friends. My friends and I have often discussed how dating is so awkward and uncomfortable. Especially the end of the date, there's always that question going through your head, Do I kiss him...hug...shake hands....or just walk away? So, as we're saying goodbye, he leans in for the hug and turns his head and kisses me right on the neck! I uncomfortably pulled away and said, "Okay, see you soon!" Now, upon reflection, this is the same thing I would have done as a 16 year old! Some things just don't change, I suppose. You'd think I should have learned to be savvy in the ways of dating, but clearly, I haven't!

I also started thinking about how choosing a mate changes as you get older. I don't think I would choose the same person today that I would have chosen 10 years ago. I wonder how many people end up settling because someone happened to be there when they were lonely, or wanting a family or for whatever reason. But then again, what is settling? I've never been of the frame of mind that there is only one person out there for me (funny since I still haven't found someone...one would think it wouldn't be that difficult), but rather there are many people whose personalities work well together. After all, love is a choice, right? And marriage is a commitment and you must be able to work well together so the importance of passion, or rather the level of passion has decreased as I've matured.

I'm going to continue this frame of mind in a later entry. I've many things floating around in my head.

On a side note....I'm going to consider giving up watching college sports (really just Baylor). There must be something wrong when while watching them play, my heart beats more beats per minute then when I'm running! I HATE being so freakin' competitive!