or is it that my fasciitis is plantared?

so i haven't actually looked at my feet very much, but last night eric and i took a look, since it was our anniversary and all, and did notice that my ankle is a bit swollen. hmph. booshiat. and because i am all gimpy my back is tweaking and my right knee is starting to hurt. i need to figure out how to walk. i have a drs appointment on monday so i think i might just slide this one in under the radar while i am there.
i have been thinking about the dumb plantar fasciitis commerical and it makes me think about the other dumb commercials out there. for instance the one for Eaton Technical College where two girls are talking and one is depressed about her job prospects. her friend asks her if she has thought about Eaton and the depressed girl says she isn't concerned about her diet... har-d-har-har. so dumb.
the other dumb commercial i can't stand is the one for Check into Cash. ugh, i hate the way they say check into cash and they say it 2937420735872 times during their 15 second slot. it annoyes me to the brink.
last year's anniversary celebration ultimately resulted in the birth of wonderful sirus. while we love sirus very much and especially so since he woke up only once last night and the night before, conception is not an anniversary tradition that we would like to take on. neither is what we did last night - had one dessert for each year that we have been married. in 20 years that would be a lot of dessert. the year before the sirus conception i was way pregnant with seamus and we ate donuts all day to the point where we were all pissed off at each other. these are all things we don't want to repeat. we need to figure something out for next year.
i have joined the weight loss contest at work. silly silly but we will see what happens. i have lost 36 of the 40 pounds i gained while pregnant with sirus, but it would be nice to be able to wear the obscene denim cut off shorts from highschool that eric has been begging me to wear ever since he first saw them stuffed in the dresser drawer in my old bedroom at my mom's house. i will keep you posted. if they have to chop off my foot inorder to make it not hurt, i am sure to win.