my life as a pin cushion

so tomorrow i go in for two more "procedures" i figure anytime they have to drug me and cut me its considered surgery! not looking forward to this but will be happy when it is done since i have been walking around with a collapsed lung for a week. and oh the saga continues of medical bills and pain pills. lucky for me ---my seister is here to help and that will be nice for a change. too young to have these problems and yet no way to stop them. hopefully it will only be a 4 day stay instead of 10 or 18. off to relax before the big day.

things i want to do

if i could pick a new profession and there were enough hours in the day i would----
decorate houses
be a buyer for large stores or small boutiques
a stock broker
a professional chef
a photographer
a painter
a pianist
buy houses- fix em and flip em
a skilled Gardner
a marketing gal
a professional grocery shopper if there could be such a job
a personal trainer
a choreographer
party planning
wedding coordinator
a florist
a doctor
an architect

its good pain

you know that feeling when you have worked out a little more than usual and you have a hard time walking, sitting or even moving? that is the best feeling ever- good pain. like burning yourself on the beach and knowing the next day it will be a beautiful tan. or how about getting a shot of morphine in the hospital but knowing you will be out and painless in moments. i love good pain and frankly its been a long while since i have worked out hard enough to hurt. bring it on baby---IM READY FOR MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

twice baked potatoes and a side of fatty

how is it that you can eat something so yummy and afterwards feel so disgusted? its so good going in but once there you only want it out. i guess that is what the holidays are for---stuffing yourself and then working for months to get rid of it. i will be running tommarrow!!!

UNCLE JOEY

london has been asking alot about her uncle joey. we watch a movie and its - where is joey? we put out the christmas presents this morning and while i keep thinking on the magic of last christmas i cant help thinking this year wont have that magic of the last. the year i saw uncle joeys face light up at presents filled walled to wall of my tiny cute house. but we pray for him every night and we talk about him everyday. londy only wants meggie if joey is here too. and while i feel bad for meg i understand that at two years old- she knows they are a pair and where is her other half? tonight we will engage in silly games, chili con queso (this family and their mexican food?!?) pj bottoms and maybe elf. but throughout the night we will be missing him, and waiting for him to be with us next year. we love you joey- where ever you are- be safe and know how much YOUR family here misses YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

germ freak

never in my life have i washed my hands so much or lysoled my house this often. the thought of catching londons flu makes my cringe at the thought. is healthy for 2 months too much to wish for?
im thinking of starting a new fad and bedazzle a face mask and wear it out . at least then i would not catch all those coodies from those people who pick their nose, not cover their mouth when the y cough, forget to wash their hands after the potty and continue to scratch themselves in public.... we all know who we are talking about. GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THe happiest time of the year????

If christmas is the happiest time of the year then why is everyone crabby, sick, irritated with drivers and parking lots, rushing around, depressed and down right rude? I ask myself- if this is happy we must be a mess when we are mad.