Where was I?
Can you believe that while I was spending my evening in the ER, Bruce Freaking Willis was in town??? His movie premiered Thursday night. Obviously someone dropped the ball. My people, his people...I'm really not sure. I was supposed to be hanging out with him and my other celeb peeps. I just don't get it???
I'm feeling much better after a couple days of rest, so yesterday we decided to go hunting, no guns (except for my arms of course) - just eyeballs and cameras.
***Apparently, there is an actor (Saw movies, Wrong Turn, Queer as Folk) that lives in this building and he had a party Saturday night with some stars on the guest list. Really miffed that my invitation got lost.***
We drove around Yorkville, gawking at the beautiful houses and stores, and when the girls couldn't take listening to me spew random nothings out of my mouth (plus this being in the confines of a vehicle) any longer, we parked and went hunting.
Here's the first celebrity sighting:
|Oh my bad...that was just me admiring her outfit|
After grabbing our fuel we spotted these suckers...
...and spent several days debating how high they were. Then, to make things more interesting, I begged Pamela to try them on:
|I would have TKO'd myself in these|
More of the day:
|Bruce Willis is behind Heather...he just had to take a call|
|We actually had Will Smith take this shot|
|There were celebrities eating with us...they were just all...um...paying the bill??|
And in other exciting news...
I received a call from a Chronicle Herald reporter yesterday. She saw my Bridgewater Bulletin article, liked my blog and wanted to talk to me. Pretty sure her ear is still burning cause I tend to talk a lot. Or as Brad says, "more than the average 3 year old."
But I'm just so stimulating, right??
Today my story is in the paper. You can read it here. I'm super excited about this as it's another leap forward in raising awareness and helping you all become that much cooler by reading (?) me.
This hasn't been the super best day of my health. Physio was pretty tough today; felt like the treadmill was launching a hard core attack. Scaled down to 1.2 from my norm 1.7. Had to fling myself into a seat halfway through to catch my breath and rest before forcing myself back on the monstrosity.
I used Carman for entertainment...watched him do some interesting squats and then tugged on his O2 tubing saying, "here puppy, come puppy".
Then I laughed so hard I coughed up a lung...but who needs that crusty thing?
I have spent the rest of the day resting and trying to ignore the sickness that seems to be taking control of my body. Lots of mind-blowing staring off into space and incomprehension of my surroundings.
Come on antibiotics! Do yo thang!