Some days I really question why I ever got into shape and started running. It’s been quite the shit show since I started. However had I not started running I wouldn’t have had a hysterectomy and since the pathology could not rule in or out cancer it’s a good thing that is out of me! But still some days I feel like a real honest crackhead.

Today I went to see Dr. Anderson about my left foot. Plantar fasciitis has reared its ugly head in that foot now. It’s been bothering me for a couple of months but I flat-out ignored it, hoping it would just go away. The last week it has gotten to the point that after work I have had to take a 1/2 of a 5 of percocet to keep from killing the people I live with. I refuse to live on daily narcotics. For one I cannot stand the way they make me feel. (I will never get why people abuse them, they are awful but allow me to walk without wanting to either commit suicide or chop my foot off). So Dr. Anderson’s fix today was a cortisone shot in my heel. Holy crap I had forgotten what that felt like. I ended up saying the F word rather drawn out and I almost clawed a hole in the exam table. I am sure I looked quite comical. So now it’s icing, stretching, night splint and hoping in two months when this shot wears off the crap is gone. I told him I hope that happens but I am not holding my breath. So if you all could pray that this will fix this issue that would be awesome. I really really don’t want to have another foot surgery. I really really just want to be able to run again. Is that too much to ask. God gave me this love of running and he keeps taking it away from me. I told him to knock it off but he seems not to listen to me. Biking and swimming are ok but really I prefer running. Is that too much to ask!

Mole moral no one goes to the doctor more than maw squaw! (Brian’s nickname for me!)

So earlier this week I dreamed Allyson and I went back to this park that was located somewhere close to broadway and there was a second cake. I was like we have to go see this except we kept getting on the wrong street and then people started trying to get us. We were on bikes by this time. (Ok so in real life I needed to get up and go to the bathroom). So maybe three days later I get on the official website to see if they have placed another cake which they had not but I learned the cake in front of Bush Stadium is no longer on display. This is a real shame because this is a really cool cake. So I did some research and I learned two things. First of all in a bizarre twist of fate my dream was partially correct. Ameren UE donated a ton of money to the cake fund so they asked for a second cake and were granted one. The employees decorated it and it was indoors and no one but employees could see it. They have since moved it outside until the end of the year. Looks like Emily and I will be running by Ameren again. (Oh yes I am a crazy obsessed fruitcake). Also I thought perhaps the Cardinal cake was removed because of the playoffs. Nope. The artist wanted her name on a plate on the cake and could not come to terms with Stl250 so the Cardinals removed it and put it in storage at an undisclosed location. It’s really a shame that the artist would rather not even have it out on display. I’m just glad I drug Emily all over the place on her break between summer and fall school! Thursday is the day we all we gather and see the two cakes located down here in Arnold. I am pretty excited!

Last year vandals cut the catalytic converter off of Emily’s car to get probably 50 bucks for it and cost 300 to replace. Yesterday she went outside to find her car broken into and the radio stolen.

Was it really necessary to destroy her dash for a 70 Wal-Mart radio? I am assuming it was druggies looking for something to pawn so they could get a quick fix. They jacked up her window on the passenger side as well. With her being four hours away, Brian cannot fix it until she comes home in October. She has no guy friends or friends with dads (in KC) that know anything about cars. Emily and I realized yesterday what a treasure her father and my husband really is. I know he can fix the window and get the dash back together to a reasonable state. Her car is old and she lives in a nice area in KC. She is a mole and just has the worst luck. So now we have to decide replace the radio so a punk can steal it or get the kind where you can remove it and she can bring it in the house every night. (umm annoying). Oh and the best part they left her credit card in the car and didn’t take that. Oh the life with moles!

I may have used this title before but it’s a good one so who cares.

Anyway yesterday I was working on my cake photo book (hyper-focused, not OCD) and went to the http://www.stl250.org website to look up something about the Ameristar Casino cake and lo and behold they have added another cake. So now there are two to grow on. This one is located up north at Express Scripts. I had read somewhere that they may end up putting a total for four to grow on cakes out before the end of the year. Ok this is so out of control. How can I totally focus on the Fox superintendent fiasco when I still have cakes distracting me.

Nothing else exciting happening in the mole household. Brian called me at three today to ask me to bring his golf clubs up to the golf course. For the first time ever, he forgot and left them at home. I am telling you, getting older sucks!

Everyone has always heard Mac computers don’t get virus’s so you don’t need antivirus software. Well guess what my blankety blank blank blank Mac got one, and it took me about three hours to get rid of it. I downloaded a free antivirus app and it detected it and since you don’t uninstall anything, I drug it all to the trash can and then threw it away. I was trying to work on my cake photo book and kept getting a stupid pop up about upgrading my media player. I knew that was bogus and the research of how to get rid of it began. So my afternoon off of work was once again spent fighting with technology. 

Mole moral: if it’s not suppose to happen, it will happen to a mole!!

Today has been by far one of the worst technology days ever. It all started last night with my decision to restore Kayla’s windows computer to factory settings. I bought her a refurbished mac before I went to camp. Well the old Windows computer got stuck at 12% restore. So this morning I spent two hours on the phone with tech support to find out the hard drive had crashed and burned. I spent 800 on it and another 300 to replace the screen. Well they wanted 250 to replace the hard drive. By this time I had zero filter left and I said “No way. I will throw this piece of shit in the trash and buy a Mac.” This makes the fourth Windows computer hard drive that I have had crash. I am finished with anything with windows. I have no intention of buying Allyson a mac until she is a senior in high school. It would have been nice for her to have the windows for her games but such is life. So we will continue to fight over mine.

I had finally finished that disaster up and was headed out the door to walk the dog when Emily calls. Her Mac was asking for some keychain password and wouldn’t run. I said look text Bob across the street, I cannot deal with this. She finally figured out the password but just now said its acting up. I said make an appointment with the apple store. Your computer is under warranty and again I can’t deal with this. Factor in Allyson and I driving all over looking at cakes and then trying to remember which cake is which and I’m thinking I could smoke an entire carton of cigarettes straight. The worst part was I couldn’t figure out where this one cake was located. Allyson takes one look at it and says its the back of the cake in the previous picture. I should have just offed myself right then. However I think tomorrow we will find a few more.

Oh and in the middle of this I call my mom thinking I could easily set up a second blog for her and that turns into total frustration on both ends so we decided we will work on that tomorrow. She finished the family story (www.whenthechurchbellsrang.wordpress.com) and now all her friends want her to keep writing. She’s going to start another called class of 66 but change the names to protect the guilty (like herself-after all she’s the one that got expelled from history class and had to repeat). I will let her tell those stories.

Oh and how can I forget about the camp CD. Someone restored the download code. I put it in and again nothing would download to my computer. So I still don’t have the camp music! Tomorrow will be a better day!