I've Got A Good Excuse

Ok, I'm sorry. I must appologize. I realize now after Charlie called me out that no one is buying my George Strait quote or my dancing retard as a legitimate post. Yes, I've been a lame-ass poster (one that posts). Well, I've been really freaking tired and I haven't done much of anything interesting. Why?

I guess I'll just say it, er blog it....I may be hatching a chicken in roughly 8 months. Now, this chicken won't have wings or a beak, but it may have a red afro and bunions. So, ok, there....I'm out with it!

Now, I'm somewhat in denial of the whole "incubation," so no questions right now. I won't believe this thing is legit until I'm in a hospital and I hear myself screaming....get it out!!!

He's 7 feet tall, so yes there is room in the MINI for Scott and I.

Two of my favorite things: a MINI Cooper and a tall, blonde, German Dirk.

Quote of the day: "I ain't never seen a hearse with a luggage rack." -George Strait

David Hasselhoff Is The Man

Here is the dancing, singing, european: http://www.texhaper.de/CountryNewWave.php
I got this link from my "professor" friend Jason's website .

At this point, the tone was set for how 2 sisters would be different. Look at little Charlie in her little kitty-cat dress, legs crossed, hair long and pretty. How cute and proper is she? Then there is Ro...sitting like I'm in a barn with my crazy pants that really don't match the shirt. I'm sporting the mullet and drinking some Dr. Pepper. Well, not much as changed...except the business in the front, party in the back is gone.

So, do you think I'm holding the comb for my dad to use on his lovely locks, or do you think I'm trying to use the comb on my hair to see if one day it will grow as long as his?

Just admit it Roxy...I know it was you. Somehow I feel like your doo-doo will be bound with bands.

This is what happens when a bulldog gets ahold of your rubberband ball.

Evil Plants and Feet and Teeth

First of all, I noticed last week that my eyelids were itching. I thought it was like a mosquito bite or something...maybe one got me in my sleep. But, NO, I finally realized it was poison ivy! Damn the poison ivy. I figured that I must have come into contact with satan's fern during our camping trip last week. So, I made a dermatologist appointment to get some medicine. All I need is that funk spreading into my eye. Yeah, this is the 3rd year in a row that I've come up with poison ivy during the month of May. I never had it in my life until this point. What is up with that?

Secondly, I have come to the point in my life that my feet have gotten dry. Never had that problem before. I don't know if it is age or what, but my heels look like Ralph Lauren Crackle paint. So, this week I made myself a little remedy: I globbed on a bunch of Aquaphor (which is fancy Vasoline) on the heels, then I wrapped my heels/ankles with Saran Wrap. It was pretty special. I didn't know if it would work, but I went to sleep with that rig up. Result: soft heels in the morning when I removed the wrap. So Great! Now, I know you can use socks, but I can't sleep with socks on; I think my toes need freedom.

Finally, I want to report that I found out I had a pit cavity while getting my teeth cleaned this week. I went back in this am to have it filled. Get this...the dentist didn't even numb it. He just started drilling. I'm thinking, shit, if this hits something sensitive, I'm going to freak. But, alas, no it was a piece of cake. Now I have a filled up pit. How nice.

I'm not sure why I feel like sharing all of that personal medical information on the internet, but I did it. I guess I feel like someone out there has some crusty feet, but they are ashamed to talk about it. Well, I have no shame in my game. I will just let it rip, literally!