Sunday, December 16, 2007

A Christmas Weekend (Not to Remember)


This was supposed to be a typical pre-Christmas hectic weekend. I never imagined I would end up with a broken foot (okay, it feels like it), two pieces of broken glassware, non-functioning digital camera software and a heap of chores and baking that didn't get done. Here goes...
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On Friday night, we attended David's Christmas party. I would include a photo but we didn't take one because David was freaking out that we'd be late. Give me a break. I left work early and made it home by 5:10pm and was ready to leave at 5:40 for his company's ridiculous party which started at 6pm! Duh...spouses have jobs too!
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Despite the rush, I summoned my inner diva and looked lovely (if I do say so) in a gorgeous black silky skirt with elegant ivory flowers on it and a little velvet jacket over a sparkly black tank. I also wore 4 inch heels (maybe 3.5") which is about 2 inches taller than what I usually wear (just for reference). My feet hurt!
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His party was pretty fun (except for the vulgar go-go dancers his red-necked oil company organizers hired to "dance" while the band played. YUCKO! No class). I felt grossed-out until I noticed that all the fat oil-industry bastards and their trophy wives seemed to be eating it up. At which point I gave up. I clearly don't fit in a world that thinks half-dressed go-go dancers are appropriate for a Christmas party. Ugh! Actually, three of David's colleagues or wives commented that it was inappropriate. I agreed, but I am not permitted to grind my axe on this subject in front of David (he's heard it all before!) :)
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All-in-all, it was a fun party and the food was pretty good, with a delictious chocolate cheesecake for dessert. Yum! And we chatted with many lovely people, including a fireman who told us some fascinating horror stories.
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Last night we attended my team Christmas party at one of Calgary's best restaurants, where the food was more upscale and delicious. My company parties are always good because I work for a generally classy non-sexist company that takes us to nice places. Of course, there's always the odd off-colour joke by a drunk manager who thinks he's being funny. The group was much smaller, about 50 people, compared to hundreds and hundreds at David's company party. At the end of the evening, we had a gift swap and I brought home the crystal bowl I'd bought, which made me happy since it was the nicest gift there. And did I mention, I also wore stupid high heels?
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All's well 'til now, then everything went downhill.
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First of all...I didn't sleep all night, last night. One of the handsome waiters at our party was a moron and clearly gave my caffeinated coffee instead the decaf I requested. I always sleep well and never have insomnia (unless I have coffee and then I lay awake all night...this I know from experience). So I laid awake from 1:30 when we put out the lights, until 6:30, after which I dozed until 10am when David's mother called (as usual, waking me up...I wish she'd stop phoning in the morning every bloody weekend!!!!)
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So, to add insult to injury, when I got up I was unable to walk on my right foot. It feels like my foot is broken. The pain is terrible and my foot is swollen on top out towards the toes, where my bones were jammed into those ridiculous shoes I wore Friday night.
I never understood the female shoe-lust thing, but I bought a killer pair of party shoes and wore them anyway, assuming all those raving lunatic chicks who talk about "you have to suffer for beauty" were right. Well, they aren't right. Four-inch heels are for hookers, not normal intelligent women who should know better (and can use other skills, such as wit and charm and IQ to lure a man). :)
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Luckily I'm seeing my amazing chiropractor tomorrow at 5pm (for my back, which, have I mentioned, has been out for 2 weeks??). I must have him examine zee foot, if I am capable of walking the 10 blocks to his office!
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So I started today on about 2h sleep with a painfully aching foot. I went to tidy up the kitchen and throw out some of the enormous pile of paper recycling and clutter accumulating on our counter top. As I was moving papers, I picked up a crystal serving plate I'd just bought to peel off the label and wash it. When I lifted it, it fell right out of my hands onto the counter, smashing into a million pieces. An hour later I was ready to officially re-start my day!
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So I went to the mall, bought some Christmas craft goodies and groceries, groaned and moaned with my excruciating foot pain (and headache from lack of sleep), and finally made it home. Once here, I made a lovely NOEL garland Christmas craft project and took some pictures to post, when I discovered my stinking digital camera won't upload. I don't know what the problem is, but since I'm the resident computer expert, I have a feeling I won't have the patience to deal with re-installing whatever the hell needs re-installed until a VERY LONG TIME FROM NOW when I don't have a blistering migraine, dark circles under my eyes, and a broken foot, for example.
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So, after that fiasco and not being able to post craft photos for you to see, I decided to make lemon cookies. As I hauled out the food processor, I knocked a coffee pot out of the cupboard. In slow motion I watched the glass carafe come spiralling out and onto the floor. Another million pieces of glass. So I spent another good 30 minutes cleaning up glass, sweeping, and then vacuuming, all the while shooing the cat away and dying from foot and head pain. Suffice to say, I didn't get the cookies made. And my dining room table is covered with half-finished crafts, and it's 11pm and I should've been in bed an hour ago.
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Such is my glorious, quiet, childless life. I hope tomorrow is better. ; )

13 comments:

  1. oh, shoot. it sounds like a lousy weekend; but then pain can make almost anything feel lousy. i sure hope tomorrow is better; at least you'll have some sleep under your belt. that's bound to help.

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  2. I hope you are able to get some sleep and some relief from the chiro. That was definitely not a good weekend. At all.

    You could always you sell the shoes on eb*y and at least make your foot pain profitable. Right?

    Feel better soon...

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  3. oh my God! Don't let them put you off with the foot thing Terri. Insist on a bone scan.. even if it is broken..it hardly ever shoes up on x rays. A bone scan will show it all.
    I broke mine in Feb...and hobbled for months til I finally got a proper diagnosis. Then an air cast..which threw my back out ...and on and on... oh...I feel so sorry for you. What a totally crappy weekend.
    You should try not to put weight on the foot for a few days...honestly..you really need to rest it...have it elevated and be putting ice on it..even now. Of course, it is such a rotten time to have it happen and you will want to do too much... but you must try not to... your health should take precedence over festivities.

    Who in their right mind would hire stripper types for a Christmas party? Totally absurd.

    significant others and their mothers.... bah.... I refuse to have anything to do with Greg's parents after a major fiasco where another relative "outed" them and their backbiting... .. and she still is managing to create havoc around here. It appears that most men never grow up enough to tell their mothers to butt out of their lives..not matter how old they get.

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  4. I don't know whether to laugh or cry with you!

    I feel pretty much all of it!

    First, exhale. Now, take a nice cleansing breath, think of all those non-classy redneck idiots, with their, ummm things on their arms, AND the go-go's: now, limp, I mean, with slippers, walk outside - SCREAM THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, I MEAN AS LOUD AS YOU CAN!!!!!! I'm totally serious.

    sounds crazy, I know. or just use a pillow. (no, silly, not on David) to scream in! girl, get a grip. Is it that time of the month???

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  5. Wow, what a terrible weekend! I agree heels that high aren't good for the body and not worth the look. I hope your day is better and the rest of the holiday season is relaxing and enjoyable.

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  6. Oh Terri,
    I feel guilty because I was laughing at your sracastic humour and at the same time feeling so sorry for you and your foot and the MOUNTAINS of frustration you endured this weekend! Honestly, breaking glass twice, a broken foot, an irritating "MIL", sleep deprivation, trashy go-go dancers...I think you need a good cry! That's what I'd do, anyway (of course, I'm a bit of a cry baby). And seriously, skip the baking until you feel better. I think you need to take a "sick" day and stay in bed until you are rested, make a pot of tea, putter around in your p.j.'s, decorate or craft a bit, watch some mindless t.v., order in your favourite food for lunch, and turn off your phone! You deserve it, and I honestly hope you heed my advice. It will do you a world of good...

    Oh, and please don't read my blog entry today...I was blathering on about the great weekend I had, and I don't want you to hate me!!

    Take care,
    Linda xox

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  7. Oooh. I'm so sorry. I hurt my foot this past summer. Mabel saw a bunch of ducks by the lake and drug me down a steep embankment. I fell and skidded (in front of several joggers) all the way to the bottom and barely made it home. I have NEVER been so humiliated, being side railed by a 22 pound dog. Anyway, I digress. Good luck and let us know how it turns out. I'm sure your shoes looked fabulous though! :)

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  8. Gosh, what a weekend! After all that unluck your Christmas just must be lucky!
    Take care!

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  9. Hej! :-) so fun u visited my blog. It is so fun when people from abroad write and say hallo. I like your blog and u have a wonderful home.

    Kindest regards and
    Merry Christmas
    Hugs
    Katarina

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  10. It is so nice to know that other people have days...weekends that positively SUCK as well. I don't feel so lonely! On a more serious note however, it does seem odd that you wore high heels and it was only the next morning your foot really hurt. It will be interesting to know what happened. I'm appalled that any company would think strippers of any degree, are appropriate for an xmas function; what morons.

    It's the cumulation of all the little things that takes the wind out of your sails and just deflates life for a day or two, doesn't it? I hope this finds you feeling somewhat better.

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  11. Yup. Lousy weekend.

    I hate it, but it is true...whatever it is begets whatever it is. Hope that you get your rest, that your memory isn't so hot (so the next Christmas party won't be tinged by the memory of 2007's), and that you feel better soon. For goodness sake, tell mama to stop calling on weekend mornings. Better yet, get your beloved to do it. LOL!

    A lovely surprise was waiting for me on the dining room table today. Thanks so much for thinking of me! It made my day. :)

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  12. Ohhhhh noooo! ((((Many hugs to you))). There is a great children's book called The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Your weekend made me think of it.

    I admit, I like my crazy, sexy shoes. The secret to wearing them is to carry a very cute pair of flexible ballet slippers with you to a party. You can slip them on after a couple of hours of making your entrance and still dance the night away. It's my little way of satisfying my inner fashionista while still having a good time.

    I do really hope that there is no truly nasty damamge to your foot though!

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  13. Oh no! My sister was wearing her ridiculously high heeled boots down a steep flight of stairs when she took a tumble right down to the bottom! Those sexy shoes are dangerous!

    Hope your foot recovers and you never wear those shoes again. Ballet flats are cute and much safer.

    I have some really funny looking brown shoes that I bought to wear in Europe. They are the best walking shoes ever. But every time I put them on I think about how sensible and NOT attractive they are. But oh how my feet love them! I can scurry around and get so much done without teetering on my tippee toes!

    Merry Christmas, so sorry about all the mishaps!

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