my BIL had the ice machine when he broke both his heels but I know he didn't have the passive thing or the foot squishing thing- theywould not have help his heel bones stay in place.

I need an ice machine for my car. I was wondering how I'd pimp my ride -- that's what I'd have built into the seat.

I think I'm over Alias. I've been trying to finish watching the premiere for over a day now, and keep getting distracted.

LEGASUS is like the most funny product name I've come across since GLOMITTS (which, yes, are fingerless gloves with a mitten cover that folds back to expose your naked fingertips).

However, much sympathy about having to use the damn thing for 12 hours a day -- for that long! Is it possible that if you heal fast enough the doctor can let you out early for good behavior? I know they'll do that for casts, sometimes.

I took my new car out -- dropped the roommate off at her Saturday job, then went over to Whole Foods and Trader Joe's and stocked up on good food and some treats too. Which included a lovely baglet of small organic Mackintosh apples which are wonderful and crisp and like biting into autumn....

Also - met some one who is healing from have her entire spine fused. the good news - she can walk around. the bad news is the the extra 20 lbs of plastic armor with fake air holes she has to where every day for the next 12 months. It was a really primative looking device.

And the web site stuff in NUMB3RS? Maybe they overdumbed it down, but I have no idea what they're talking about.

I haven't watched TV since Wednesday night, so I am glad things kind of sucked. Makes catching up much easier.

My shiny new car:

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I promise to stop mentioning it now, or at least try to. It's just that I've never had a new car before. (And may not ever again.) And it has so many neat features.

I parked it next to a Ford Expedition, which is a hulking brute of an SUV, and now I don't feel at all too bad at the size of my new car. Which is rated for 30 MPG on the highway, so I'm going to work hard on the fallacy that it's just an extra-tall station wagon.

Thank you, Nilly!!

I saw Laura! And Laura's entire family! Which was totally fun. And awesome.

My cruise was interesting, often incredibly cheesy and gay, which was awesome, and other times incredibly boring and slightly irritating. Unless you like Bingo, need to learn how to work your digital camera (every hour on the hour), or are a cigar aficionado, there are just hours and hours where there is nothing for you to do, except watch Herbie: Fully Loaded in any language but English in your stateroom. I watched it in Swedish, which was fun. Also, even though we went to the Bahamas, Cococay, and Key West, at no point were we able to go into the ocean, it rained every single day, and the pools were icky since there were so many people in such small little things, that there were tons of gross things floating - like band-aids, hair clumps, and dead bugs. Just icky. So, some fun stuff, like going to Atlantis, watching gay guys pretend to be into girls in cheesy stage shows like "The Beat Goes On," watching Kareoke, and watching adults go crazy to win a scavenger hunt where the prize was a bunch of key chains-- that was all good. The minimal sun, complete lack of swimming, forced early wake ups, and frequent lack of things to do-- much less fun.

Yesterday ended up being intensely busy, though. I woke up in my stateroom, which we had to vacate by 8 am at the latest, then we went to breakfast, got off the ship, claimed our luggage, went through customs, waited around the port for our ride, then we went to the beach, FINALLY PLAYED IN THE OCEAN (totally fun), rinsed off on the beach, ran to Publix to buy cupcakes (which are pink and pretty and totally totally fresh), ran to the airport, did a little shopping after going through security (where I was once again a selectee, but it was fun this time: they highlighted the SSSS in pink, then hole-punched hearts into my ticket, and the first guy asked me how old I was, and I was like, "Twenty-three today, actually," so they all wished me a happy birthday, and were very sweet), flew back to NY and watched Dirty Dancing (my favorite movie), claimed our luggage, waited for our ride again, got back home (for only ten minutes-- but it was very cool and my semi-adopted brother had put up decorations and got a cake, which was the sweetest), took a few things out of my backpack and got a ride to a bachelorette party-- did my makeup in the car, and ignored the fact that I was STILL in my swim suit, went to the bachelorette party, and then went to see "Serenity." And then I went home and passed out. So busy. But fun.

Ick! I don't blame you on the not-swimming!