Don't call me baby!

I'm hoping some late night inspiration will come out in this post so its as entertaining as it was in real life.

As you know, or should know, I'm living in southern Orange County now and I'm having an awesome time making friends and immersing myself in ward activities.  Well, we have a powder puff game coming up (and for those of you who don't know, this is basically girl's flag football) and we've started practicing.  Last time I was practicing for powder puff I was throwing a ball around with the guy I was dating at the time and it was dark out.  Well, one wrong catch and my middle finger on my left hand was dislocated, it was so gross to look at so I held on to it and wouldn't let anyone touch it until we got to the hospital.  The doctor set it back, yada yada, I was on drugs which was really fun for the guy with me, yada yada..... Anyway... I was throwing around a football again and I was naive enough to not tape my fingers.  I'm going to assume that you can all figure out what happened.  Yep!  I dislocated the same finger!!  Well, since I have no cute guy to take me to the hospital these days I decided to woman up and pop the finger back into joint.  Yep, that's what I did.  I had to give myself a few minutes then I was back on the field running drills and even made a touch down when we scrimmaged.

Yes, now its all swollen and bruised and I'll probably have the ugliest picture of my ring hand whenever that big day comes but I'm feeling awesome because I can say I popped it back in and kept playing.  So next time you think of calling me a baby it better be for good reason!