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I got scolded by horseback riding instructor for teaching her yearling naughty tricks.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Blah blah blah
One would think that because I'm practically housebound that I would have nothing to blog about. NOPE. Life doesn't slow down just because you're a gimp with a boot on.
Chad had sinus surgery, similar to the one I had a few years ago, but they removed a cyst from his face instead of just chopping up his sinuses. It turns out that a man who has made two year-long trips to a war zone doesn't come out of anesthesia calmly, but other than that he's had a very smooth recovery. (I wonder if he'll kill me when he finds out I'm posting this picture here? If I go missing you'll know who to blame.)
This leads into our NEXT topic, MY surgery. (Because really, isn't it all about me?) T minus two days today. I have a feeling I'm going to regret putting this on my blog because I know that work friends read this thing and OH THE TEASING. Nurses are filled with EVIL, despite their friendly outer shell. We LINE UP to poke human beings with needles and find joy in stuffing tubes into places that tubes frankly just don't belong. That said, here goes: I have a sharp "accessory" bone at the base of my fifth metatarsal (foot bone) that is continuing to shred the tendons in my right foot. So I hurt it running, and it keeps getting hurt because I'm a freak of nature. Can't wait until the respiratory therapists get hold of THIS one. I'll be in a cast for a few weeks, on crutches, and then hopefully I can transition back to The Boot of Doom and eventually get back to taking care of babies at work.
I still hobble out to the backyard daily to check on the garden, but haven't done a lot of work there except for hacking off part of the tomato plant that insists on repeatedly invading his neighbors. (It's got to be a dude because how often do you see a woman trying to take over other countries?) Despite my neglect the garden is thriving. I'm actually kind of scared that one of these mornings I'm going to wake up and find that our house has been entirely swallowed by the zucchini plant. It does look slightly aggressive, no?
Miss Thang got her braces off. Here she is with one of the dogs Chad came home with after a walk to the mailbox. Woah woah, let me finish - WE FOUND THE OWNERS. The Dixons are not taking in any more dogs, no matter how cute and licky they are.
I have plans to post my nasty post-op foot and more pics of our baby watermelon as it grows. (Emma has already been recruited to take pictures of it as I'll be restricted to the couch after Thursday.) I suppose that means I'll need to name it. Stay tuned!
Chad had sinus surgery, similar to the one I had a few years ago, but they removed a cyst from his face instead of just chopping up his sinuses. It turns out that a man who has made two year-long trips to a war zone doesn't come out of anesthesia calmly, but other than that he's had a very smooth recovery. (I wonder if he'll kill me when he finds out I'm posting this picture here? If I go missing you'll know who to blame.)
This leads into our NEXT topic, MY surgery. (Because really, isn't it all about me?) T minus two days today. I have a feeling I'm going to regret putting this on my blog because I know that work friends read this thing and OH THE TEASING. Nurses are filled with EVIL, despite their friendly outer shell. We LINE UP to poke human beings with needles and find joy in stuffing tubes into places that tubes frankly just don't belong. That said, here goes: I have a sharp "accessory" bone at the base of my fifth metatarsal (foot bone) that is continuing to shred the tendons in my right foot. So I hurt it running, and it keeps getting hurt because I'm a freak of nature. Can't wait until the respiratory therapists get hold of THIS one. I'll be in a cast for a few weeks, on crutches, and then hopefully I can transition back to The Boot of Doom and eventually get back to taking care of babies at work.
I still hobble out to the backyard daily to check on the garden, but haven't done a lot of work there except for hacking off part of the tomato plant that insists on repeatedly invading his neighbors. (It's got to be a dude because how often do you see a woman trying to take over other countries?) Despite my neglect the garden is thriving. I'm actually kind of scared that one of these mornings I'm going to wake up and find that our house has been entirely swallowed by the zucchini plant. It does look slightly aggressive, no?
ROWR!
(That's a baby watermelon!)
Miss Thang got her braces off. Here she is with one of the dogs Chad came home with after a walk to the mailbox. Woah woah, let me finish - WE FOUND THE OWNERS. The Dixons are not taking in any more dogs, no matter how cute and licky they are.
We can't leave Joey out of this Photo-palooza.
Oh! And check out this weirdness. These were our fortunes from a recent lunch. Army man Chad's on top and NICU nurse Corinne's on bottom:
More signs of the Rapture? Oh wait, that already passed. Well it's Twilight Zone stuff anyway.....
I have plans to post my nasty post-op foot and more pics of our baby watermelon as it grows. (Emma has already been recruited to take pictures of it as I'll be restricted to the couch after Thursday.) I suppose that means I'll need to name it. Stay tuned!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Found this in Emma's backback
Yes, I know it's from nearly three months ago. I'm really on top of things around here.
Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter, the next Shel Silverstein.
(Yerg!)
Monday, May 2, 2011
This entry brought to you by cupcakes
No, I'm not dead. I've been really busy trying to train myself to run a 5K. I'm doing so great! I have new custom-fitted running shoes! I can run for a full continuous five minutes without dying! I'm up to 10 miles a week! I am a running machine!!
Wait, what is that numb feeling shooting up my right leg?
Yeeeeeah. My effing body decided to give me the big middle finger. My MRI shows a tendon tear in my foot. I might need surgery and am waiting to hear from the specialist. If I have to suffer through one more morning of daytime TV (those View ladies are RIDICULOUS) I'm going to brain someone so he'd better have a snappy solution for me. Let this be a lesson to all of you: EXERCISE WILL KILL YOU. And if it doesn't kill you it will at least disable you. So don't do it. I'm switching to cupcake therapy. I'll be fat and happy. I'll just need bigger clothes. I don't care.
Expect me to be on here a lot more in the near future. Because until I know whether I can get up off the couch I'll have NOTHING ELSE TO DO!
Wait, what is that numb feeling shooting up my right leg?
Yeeeeeah. My effing body decided to give me the big middle finger. My MRI shows a tendon tear in my foot. I might need surgery and am waiting to hear from the specialist. If I have to suffer through one more morning of daytime TV (those View ladies are RIDICULOUS) I'm going to brain someone so he'd better have a snappy solution for me. Let this be a lesson to all of you: EXERCISE WILL KILL YOU. And if it doesn't kill you it will at least disable you. So don't do it. I'm switching to cupcake therapy. I'll be fat and happy. I'll just need bigger clothes. I don't care.
Sexay!
Here's a photograph album of everything else that's been going on around here:
Chewy the Haflinger turned twenty. She had a party. With cake.
Ask a genius child to dust and what happens? She rigs herself a Mission Impossible dusting ensemble.
Ok, those of you with heart conditions might wanna skip these next photos. Jessica taught ME how to sew. No really. She did. Because she's awesome.
Jess has the coolest scrap room on the planet. And also makes the world's best cherry chip cupcakes.
I want to marry her.
She CAN BE TAUGHT! (This is right before we sewed ALL the patches together.)
Chad got his E7 promotion. He brought me home the E8 patch for MY uniform because he says that I outrank him.
So I used my newly acquired rank to start a project! Look at him go!
Yes, I know I need to weed.
Expect me to be on here a lot more in the near future. Because until I know whether I can get up off the couch I'll have NOTHING ELSE TO DO!
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