Becoming the next Iron Chef

I have decided to learn how to cook.

If you know at all, you will know that this is not something I am going to do gracefully.

I don't have a single bone in my body meant for cooking. It's not my thing which is funny since I wanted to be a chef in High School. I know, weird. Don't judge.

I feel you judging. Stop it. OK, moving on....

I may or may not have promised my boyfriend that I would learn how to cook for him. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head. This is how much I love him. I'll do something I absolutely despise to make him happy. Puke.

Today was my first attempt. ok, so this wasn't exactly cooking. It was baking but I didn't know that until the venture was over and done with. Can I roll my eyes again??

I made cinnamon rolls! Insert confetti throwing here.

Here's the proof.

Starting on the road to recovery

Wednesday was the day. The 30th of May at 9:50 am. It was at Stanford Medical with some of the best doctors in the country. They were able to remove the calcium deposits in my foot and they removed a lot of calcium in my knee. The one in my knee was almost two inches long. Recovery is going to be hard. Pain medication only works a little and apparently, I'm allergic to vicodin. Here's a picture of what my knee looks like.