First of all - completely off topic - Did you know the Campbell's soup stock ROSE yesterday and today? On the new Black Monday - people started buying up Campbell's Soup stock. Why? because we will all only be eating soup in a very short time. On to bigger and better things. Last Wednesday my sister gave birth to her first daughter. Ella Sophie Bell. Every Wednesday I have a "hitting lesson" with Ammon Spencer. I put that in quotation marks because it is not a lesson. I warm up and then boss him around by saying "now let's hit forehand cross court" or, "now let's play a few points with only you serving". I have had this "lesson" every Wednesday since before I was in Pride & Prejudice. That is why I was in a bit of a bind when my sister had her baby. In order for me to go visit her baby AND still have my lesson, I would have to leave work a bit early and even then I would not have a lot of time at the hospital. I have priorities. I tried to move the lesson back but Ammon is a busy man. (How he is busy I do not know as he has only been back from his mission about 3 months). So I visited the new little one- who was absolutely adorable. I even got to change her first mecomium diaper. I am sure she feels a special bonding with me now and I will be her favorite aunt. I glanced at the time and KNEW I had to skedaddle. By the time I raced home, changed into my very cute, AND hip, (not because I have big hips) tennis clothes, and raced to the courts. I only had about 20 minutes of the lesson left. Right off I said "Ammon, lets just nail the balls today." He knew I was serious when I started blasting the balls at him. ( I'm sure there were scorch marks on the court). When you are hitting the balls as hard as you can, there is not a lot of control or leeway. You just wait for your partner to hit one not so hard and then you can place it wide and make him/her run. Naturally, I was the one to hit the ball with a little less "sauce" on it, so the next ball Ammon hit he sent really wide to my forehand. Having comfortably spent the past few minutes not moving from the center line I was taken aback. The thought suddenly whipped through my head "I will not let this young whipper snapper out hit me." I jumped up a bit in preparation to go wide and when I came down, my foot wasn't ready. It rolled like pizza dough. Only it sounded like rice crispies. Now, this experience is not new to me as many of you know. I have rolled my ankles many, many times in my tennis playing days. I have the protocol down flat. As well as the pros there at Gold's Gym. Within a few minutes, we had ice on my ankle and had it elevated. I was like that for about 20 minutes and then decided I was ready to pack up and go home. I even tried to gingerly walk on it, knowing that it was just torn tendons. That didn't go over too well. Later that night this is how my ankle looked

Very long story short - the following Saturday I broke down and went to Urgent Care. Sure enough, I broke my ankle.
I'll be seing a specialist today.
So, I have laid my dream aside of becoming the female Nadal, and I have decided to replace Sarah Palin. It is a smooth transisition, seeing as how I look just like her. McCain will be happy because I actually know about foreign issues.
I'm pretty confident I can make it on looks alone though.