tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84428716131085133762011-04-21T16:27:25.911-07:00MooreOverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17476340057433411944noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871613108513376.post-15485239216184654522008-10-01T08:58:00.000-07:002009-01-28T15:28:53.578-08:00I mean, I wish.<br /><br />People, it’s happened: The Moms has officially snapped.<br /><br />As you guys know, I pulled my hamstring at practice yesterday, but she’s acting like I broke my leg in three places or something. She was all over me last night, hovering like a . . . well, like an unnecessarily freaked-out Moms.<br /><br />First there was the icing, which of course made sense. Then there was a Jacuzzi, which, to be honest, was kind of nice. But oh, no, it didn’t stop there—there was some Icy Hot, and then an ice pack, and then a heating pad.<br /><br />My leg is cycling through the four seasons, every hour, on the hour.<br /><br />Coach told me to take the rest of the week off, which is crummy, but whatever. I wish that were the worst of it.<br /><br />Get this: The Moms is flying in Jennifer Aniston’s yoga guru (Can’t remember her name. I’m so not the kind of girl who would have that information handy. ) on Saturday for some therapeutic stretching.<br /><br />I mean, really. Like we don’t have yogis in Philadelphia?<br /><br />Right now I’m on strict bed rest with the leg in question elevated. PLEASE come visit me soon or I’m going to have to do something drastic . . . like try to walk to the bathroom by myself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">location:</span> bed. DUH.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">status:</span> muscles atrophying from lack of use, brain atrophying from ABJECT BOREDOM<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">playlist:</span> I’ve been listening to “Eye of the Tiger” on repeat in an effort to further depress myself. So far, it’s working.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871613108513376-1548523921618465452?l=moore-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MooreOverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17476340057433411944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871613108513376.post-982806784050434292008-09-15T10:09:00.000-07:002009-01-28T15:25:22.563-08:00So, okay, I don’t know this new junior transfer student, Regan-something, at all, except for what Trish has told me about her being all over the celebrity tabloids. (Honestly, I can’t believe she was even let into this school. Headmistress Royce is all about our reputation and outward appearances and stuff. Her parents must have done some major string-pulling.)<br /><br />But I guess in addition to being notorious for her stint in rehab, she was also a field hockey star?<br /><br />Kinda unexpected. I guess, if anything, I would have pegged her for a surfer-chick.<br /><br />But like I say, I don’t even know her. Never even spoken two words to her.<br /><br />Which is just how Trish likes it.<br /><br />Seriously, she is going to flip when she hears that Regan is going out for the team. Bad enough that she lost captain to our own little Princess Grace.<br /><br />Ugh. This is going to be ugly. I’d better stock up on consolation pints of Smooch, stat.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">location:</span> <a href="http://www.lacolombe.com/">La Colombe</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">status:</span> concerned<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">energy levels:</span> waning<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871613108513376-98280678405043429?l=moore-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MooreOverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17476340057433411944noreply@blogger.com0