It is.....so wonderful to sit where I am right now....with my door open and cool air blowing in like mad. The past day or two has been partly cloudy to full on pouring down rain, and of course that is when I'm at my happiest. Summer in Texas is just really sucky for me. Well, I mean....not really, because I don't stick my head out the door much. The neighbors probably think Jesse is a single father or something "I didn't know he had a wife!!!" Let's hope the cool air stays. It helps with my depression.
*Hummm...what else do I have to say.....other than the fact that I just came around the kitchen island and saw my DOG on the TABLE! Of course, I yelled at her and she hopped off all innocent-like. A minute later, I notice this weird sound. The dog had made off with a whole slice of pizza and was trying to swallow it whole! Frickin' animal. Guess who is gonna be cleaning up after her. Tsk.
*OH! and y'all need to check this out.....okay, I've have this blog name for a good while, right? Well, yesterday, I was looking through ThinkGeek and found this: ThinkGeek :: meh babydoll tee . CAN YOU STAND IT?!?!?! I must have it. Luckily for me, the baby doll style comes in XXL 'cause momma has her some child-bearin' hips.
*I got quite a few emails with suggestions for my jacked up knee, shoulder, neck, and whatever other body part happens to hurt....thank you for those! I DO love yoga, C! I used to do it all the time, but then for some reason, the kids glommed onto me like an octopus with its' last meal and that make it a little more difficult to get me 'ohm' on. (I know! My kids are 18, 17, and 10. You'd think they would want to be as far away from me as possible. But, no. If they can't find me, a search party is called. It's real fun when I sneak behind the pantry door and sit on the dryer for a few minutes to myself. But then the dog sits right next to the door and stares at it and my cover is blown.....wait.....I just totally did an A.D.D. thing, didn't I? What the crap....LOL) BACK TO THE PAIN ISSUE....uhmm....Vicodin, she is my friend. Now, if I could just win over Morphine, we would be havin' some wild parties. (I know what you're thinking - 'Gee....she sure takes alot of drugs.....that can't be good...' and yeah, I do....but dammit, I'm tired of hurting. It makes me exhausted in every sense of the word.)
*About Ryan - she had her doctors appt. today with the surgeon and he wants to get all of her previous tests to reevaluate them, but more than likely, he is saying her gall bladder should come out. Sadly, somebody told Ryan that the surgery would only give her one tiny scar. That, however, is not the case. It will be 4 (FOUR!) incisions. Crikey. She's bummed because she is self conscious of her body as it is....and she didn't want something else to feel awkward about. I, personally, think that she is way more gorgeous than me, and I don't have much problem in wearing a two piece bikini....so.....eh.