Where I Wanna Be

Last night I had an unfortunate incident involving my left ankle and the stairs to my back porch. 

As I was taking Gracie outside before bed, I somehow managed to roll my ankle while coming down the stairs.  I heard a pretty disgusting crunching sound and that was followed by some pretty spectacular pain.

Sadly, this is not my first experience with ankle pain.  I have had some pretty bad luck when it comes to stairs.  In fact, I have turned/rolled/sprained my right ankle so many times that it actually aches whenever a storm is approaching.  This is the first experience having a bum left foot though.

I woke up this morning in a tremendous amount of pain and immediately decided to go to the doctor.  I hate going to the doctor (no offense to my friends in the medical profession) and try to avoid them at all costs.  Sometimes I even get so stressed out that I pass out while going in for an appointment.  But, I hate being in constant pain worse – so, off to the Ortho Walk-In Clinic I went.

The nice doctor told me that I have a bad sprain and possibly a slight break, but, it was hard to tell.  He prescribed 3 days of staying off my feet and keeping things elevated.  I spent some time at my parents house this afternoon (see above photo) and it felt like high school all over again with my mom tending to my every need while I was laid up in her recliner.

Eventually, I made my way home and decided to pop in a movie to kill some time before Danny got home from work.

I thoroughly enjoyed Crazy, Stupid, Love. I highly encourage any of my female friends to watch this movie based solely on the fact that Ryan Gosling takes his shirt off on it.  The plot was really good as well (but, holy crap, Ryan Gosling is hot).

Gracie spent the afternoon keeping me company. 

…I mentioned to her that maybe this would be a good time for her to become a bit more empathetic and start her service dog training…

…she did not seemed thrilled with that idea and decided to leave me alone and went to take a nap.  She is also currently lobbying for a trip to Dogs at Play tomorrow.

And now I am off to take some pain medicine.  And go lay around on my sofa more.  If I could get rid of this nasty pain, the whole being laid up for three days thing wouldn’t be so bad.

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I need to preface this post by saying that I consider myself to be a very independent, non-traditional girl.  Even after Danny and I had been dating for years, I never sat around dreaming of my wedding dress and I certainly never, ever practiced my signature while using his last name. 

This is why it was a surprise to pretty much everyone when one day in mid-December, I up and decided to head down to the local Social Security office and change my last name.

(Super sneaky picture taken from my car because I was a little scared if someone caught me taking a photo I would be arrested and/or shot on the spot.)

I suppose that I could play the whole, “Why should the woman have to give up her last name?” card.  Or even the whole, “I am an independent chick – why should I lose my name once I get married?” one. 

But, alas, I had actually been planning on changing my name all along.  The main reason that I had not gotten around to it in the past 2.5 years can be boiled down into two reasons:

1.) I am lazy.  It is a huge pain in the ass to go to the SS office, DMV, Title Agency and file all of the necessary paperwork.  And don’t even get me started on calling different service providers, filling out more paperwork, etc.

2.) I did not want to have to get rid of my passport.

If I am being honest, this is 100% the reason that I held off on changing my name for so long.  I never travelled internationally until our honeymoon and I was so excited to get my first passport stamp on that trip.  Since our honeymoon we have travelled to Australia and Anguilla (with a stop over in St. Maarten) and I was starting to acquire a nice little collection of stamps.

I know that it is the memories from the trips that count and that I will get my old passport book back.  But, I was still sad when I dropped my paperwork in the mail last week.

On the upside, now that Danny and I have the same last name, when I make reservations, no one will refer to us as Mr. and Mrs. MyOldLastName. Danny could have cared less whether or not I took his name, but, he kind of hated it when someone referred to him with MY maiden name.

So, that is the story of my long over due name change.  Hopefully one day (in the not so distant future), I will get used to it and it will not feel so weird.  It is crazy to me that a person can have one name their entire life and then in the span of a 10 minute visit to the local Social Security Office, it is all of a sudden different.

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