Eye of the Beer Holder

While I was waiting at the doctors office for this:



(Infected stye of the eye)

A lady sitting next to me told me that my hair reminded her of that lady on TV...what's her name...oh yeah, Kate...and she has all those kids. SUCCESS!

I told her that was exactly what I was going for and that she had just made my day!

Finally...after all the effort...

See this post and this post.

The Time Has Come...

For me to head back to that there knee doc. I get a new one this time. My previous doctors/surgeons were all in Macon. They had been seeing me and my knee since I was about 15 - the time of my first knee dislocation.

My first knee surgery was to remove a quarter size piece of bone that had chipped off when I dislocated my knee. I kept that bone for a long time. It was just interesting. I think I eventually threw it away...either that or my mother has it. She is known to keep such things.

The second knee surgery was to replace the missing bone...this surgery happened almost 5 years later. It was a new technique and basically they punched holes where the bone was missing and then went and got tubular bone grafts from my thigh bone. They placed the punched out bone into the holes they made, and presto chango, my bone grew together and created new bone!

The third surgery required that I get a distal realignment for my patellar subluxations. Basically, they took two screws and bolted down the tendon that holds my knee cap in place so it too would quit sliding off its track.

Very painful. That was the worst of all the surgeries.

WELL NOW, I need to have those screws taken out. My bone has decided it doesn't like them anymore, so it is pushing it out of the bone. This in and of itself doesn't particularly hurt, but when I accidentally hit my knee, even just a little, it is quite painful. Very similar to hitting your funny bone, except imagine your funny bone with a screw that is screwed into your elbow joint and vibrates and sends pain all the way to your shoulder. About the same feeling.

I am excited to see my new doctor though...he is young and probably full of crazy youthful antics (those crazy kids!) As a matter of fact...here is a picture of him:



I didn't get her:



but apparently she is the pain management field. Do I feel a pain coming on...? Why yes, right there...I think I do...

Two In One Day!!

I find it deeply disturbing (ok, not really) that all of my friends are having babies. I have known no LESS than 10 people that have given birth in the last year. I know THREE that are due by the end of THIS year.

Because of the mini baby boom in my life, I have been subject to view, on any given day, at least 3 baby outfits/accessories.

I can ohhh and ahhhh with the best of them! Those lil outfits are nothing but adorable and those cute little socks (The Office Mate has a serious addiction when it comes to socks and booties...her lil granddaughter will never want for socks. Except for when she is about 6 months old, because all The Office Mate bought her was socks that will fit during the first 3.7 second of life. TINY.)

Back to the subject at hand. Babies. Booties. SHOES. I am all about being a whore. If that is what you want to do, go on with your whore self and do your whore things and I will laugh at your whorish ways and rather enjoy myself doing so.

But to force your CHILD, your new born lil bundle of joy, to be a whore. NOT. COOL.

Exhibit "A"



Your eyes deceive you not! Those are, indeed, high heel shoes for your fresh, out of the oven, baby girl.

Now, the creators of these hooker shoes for kids called them Heelarious, therefore, I believe they created them to be funny. At least that is what I am hoping.

You know what they remind me of?

Those foot binding shoes those poor old Japanese women used to wear.

Hello Blog, My Old Friend.

Basically, I don't have much to write about!

We moved into a fabulous new place here in Savannah...it is huge! I love it! Our petting zoo is finally in place as well. Because we now have a WONDERFUL roommate, Bobby, we have increased our animal population 150%.

Let us count:

4 Ferrets (Me and Krystal)
5 Ferrets (Bobby)

Total: 9 Ferrets

3 Cats (Me and Krystal)
2 Cats and a kitten (Bobby)

Total: 5 Cats and one kitten (going to a new home this week)

3 Geckos (Bobby)
Countless Fish (Bobby)

Total: 3 Geckos and Countless Fish

Soon to be added: a frog tank with one frog

We are currently charging a 6 pack of beer or monetary donations that go TOWARD a six pack of beer (or 12, 18 or 24) OR you can just come over and marvel at the amount of animals we have. We are constantly amazed ourselves.

Thankfully our pimp palace is large enough that the ferrets have their own room and the cats spread out evenly about the over 1,300 sq ft space. That basically translates that they each have a pile of fur on each sofa from laying in their respective places all day.

SPEAKING of fur...Furmintator. I waited until my friend Larkin bought one for her dogs...went over and checked it out...and DAMN! I am ordering mine as soon as I have more than $2.00 to my name! That thing was AWESOME! Am I paying $45.00 for that thing? HELL NAW! E-Bay and Amazon bitches! I can get one for about $18.00! It is guaranteed to reduce shedding better than any brush, rake or comb. I don't have dogs...and when I first read that part about a rake, I was quite confused. I went and looked it up.

Whew!

Well, I have written about a whole lot of nothing...I will try and come up with something a little more thought provoking in the future.

Bye kids!

It's Not A Laptop...BUT

I WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Beat YOUR ASS PUNK!!

I won, I won, you didn't, haha...

What did I win you ask?!

This POS...I mean, beautiful rare print...only 100 made apparently, of Savannah's Riverwalk.

I am very excited.

Jesus I am retarded.