Confession #93857 ( do you see a trend here? If this is your first time reading, then you'll just have to see).

I BLACK OUT CLEAN.

No. I don't pound a handle of Taaka and grab a mop.

At least once a week, I mop/sweep/vacuum/dust/scrub/disinfect/wash everything. I like to clean, and I realllllly love to vacuum. I don't know why. Sometimes, I open the windows, put on a good playlist and really just get down to it. Every so often, under the influence of a full moon (not really, but let's pretend) I lose control. I have literally woken up and been on hands and knees in my bathroom scrubbing stubborn grout between tiles. I don't know how it happens, but it does. I have likely inhaled highly toxic levels of bleach/cleaning product.

I seriously feel like this sometimes. SO.VERY.CLEAN&HAPPY. (source)

So in the spirit of spring cleaning, I did that this week. It was the day of the chicken roasting and the mirror hanging. The chicken was cooked, the mirror wasn't hung, and I had a schnazzy new vacuum my Mama let me borrow to Spring Clean.

Well, it started with being absolutely certain my kitchen was a Salmonella/Shigella free. (What is Shigella? Google it. Or don't. I had it when I was wee, and apparently I almost died. Serious).

First came the sweeping, a gentle flick of the mop, dusting, then the common vacuuming; then I literally woke up and had the little special vacuum nozzle on and had my bed in the middle of the room and was vacuuming floorboards. How does this happen? But my apartment is now clean? Sigh. #neatfreakproblems

Do you have any Spring Cleaning quirks? Tips? Tricks? Holla, and a very merry Spring Cleaning to you, my amigos.

Feliz Friday folks! It's finally here, TGIF. But guess what's not here? Awesome weather. I am stuhh-ruggling to resist hibernation every morning because, who wants to get up when it's nasty, cold, rainy and just gross? Not I, my friends. These are the days of our lives.

Anyway, it's still Friday so that's the important part, right?

BROKEN BONES:

So, 2 things.

1.) In 2 weeks, my new pet band, St. Paul & The Broken Bones will be coming atcha live. Contain yourselves. Blow your mind type sounds. Think covers of Otis Redding, funky soulful grooves, and vocals you don't hear too often. Check out Garden & Gun's article and video of their big song "Call Me". And go to the concert. I will obvi be there. April 9th @ Continental Club.

2.) All my life, and especially growing up, I have been a little bit of a 'sporty spice'. Cheerleading (fractured vertebrae) Volleyball (2x partial meniscus tears and permanent creaky crunchy sounds) Track, Swimming and lots o' running. In a few months, I'm headed out to sunny San Diego to run the rock n' roll 1/2 marathon with some amigos.

Houston, we have a problem. Mid July, I was on an extra hot run outside in Upper Kirby where there are NEVER potholes, uneven sidewalks or random sand traps. (HEAVY sarcasm here folks). It was rush hour, it was hot, and I was a block from my house when I decided to break into a full sprint. And then....I tripped, and caught myself with my cat-like reflexes. Only to trip again and 1,000% eat it. In front of like 4798 cars. I one-legged hopped home, and burst into tears. My ever faithful canine companion jumped into my lap and we cried together.

Fast forward. Urgent Care Center. Scary doctors. Level 3 sprain and crutches, followed by a boot. For 2 months. Murder.