Broken Rib

I think I have one.  It hurts when I breathe, and I think that might not be a good thing.  This past Monday night I fell.  Hard.  Very hard, actually.  I have the great people that run my home owners association to thank for the shitty snow removal company that we hired to maintain our streets and driveways.  Right outside of my garage is at least a good 2-3 inches of thick ice that has accumulated throughout the past month.  I honestly could put on a pair of ice skates and skate from my garage to the street without hitting a patch of uncovered road.  That’s a good 30yards, too.  

So, this past Monday night, while I was rolling a very full garbage container to the street, we ate it together.  The container hit the ice at an angle and it flew on its side and since I had both hands on the handles it took me down with it causing me to rip things in my back that I never knew could be ripped.  I thought the pain would go away, but it hasn’t.  I honestly think that there might be a broken rib or two. 

I shall try and head to the doctor at some point, but with my balloon-party-laden weekend ahead of me I won’t have time. 

All of this talk about Ribs make’s me crave the McRibb from McDonalds.  Hasn’t it been long enough to scrape up all of the excess pork tidbits to give it another run?  I came across a food review where they ranked the top 10 sandwiches in the united states, and I was shocked to see the McRibb one of the top 10.

http://www.esquire.com/features/food-drink/sandwiches 

It’s good to see that i’m not the only one.  When I get sad and lonely, I go to www.mcrib.com and watch the dancing McRib sandwiches and dream of the day that I, too can hold one in my hand like the luck SOB that forever dances with the BBQ.  (although I don’t know how they hold the sandwich like that since they are messy)  Since I have started this whole healthier lifestyle bit, looking at this sandwich to me is about like staring at porn.

Today is leap day.  I don’t understand it.  I know that every four years we get an extra day that we wouldn’t have had otherwise.  I found it funny to hear on the radio in my drive to work this morning people calling in whose birthday falls on Feb 29th (leaplings are what I have learned is the technical term for such individuals).  Each caller would call in and say that they are 6 or 7 (really 24 or 28 for those not mathematically inclined) today.  The joke would continue about wanting a pony or tickets to a Hannah Montana concert.  When asked what the 7 year old was doing today, we were met with the “I’m off to work” line.  Bad radio.  You have to love it.  Well, at least this is only something that we have to deal with every four years. 

For a really action packed and educational read, I recommend going to wikipedia and looking up the word leap year.  Mad Leap year props if you make it through the whole thing without being confused or falling asleep.