My Stories. Mine. Not Yours.

I'm familiar with the rock that cracks. You work in construction, get some mortar and seal that baby up.

Heart attack on a plate. Funny. And it made me really hungry.
You will win the lottery. You will win the lottery. You will win the lottery.

I didn't do the percocets after the c-sections because I liked that warm and fuzzy feeling. Hope your belly's feeling better.
And I miss you.

I *love* fall decorations. We went to a pumpkin fest this weekend and I am so excited about fall.
Things are coming along nicely for you and the yard. Cool. I can't wait to see pics of the trees and flowers in the spring.

And I had no idea M worked in a VA hospital. I wish they would get their siht together. Hopefully it's better down there.

"My doctor keeps telling me I need surgery on both feet but I refuse to be out of work for six weeks to have it done. I keep telling her that it doesn't hurt enough to have the surgery. When it does hurt enough to justify surgery, I'll have it done then and only then." Dear J, to quote a dear friend of mine about the whole surgery deal...Get the surgery done.

Yay on the five pounds. And boo about wanting to fall asleep on the bike. I go through spells like that. Try some meditation when you can't sleep...simply counting in sets of 10 will work--if you lose count, start over. Acknowledge your thoughts simply as thoughts and let them float away instead of obsessing on them. Once you get the hang of it you will feel better with less sleep, if that makes any sense at all.

I have been in a rather pessimistic frame of mind myself. I think it's the moon.

Moms have way of making us feel as if we're six years old and getting scolded all over again. Sorry your day started this way. And, by the way, I agree that you are a catch. He'll come, sista. He'll come.

Ha.

M looks friggin' awesome!
Nice pics. Wish I was brave enough to put a pic of me up here. Ha. No chance of that though, eh, because I run my mouth too much.

I am ready for some new ink too. I'm thinking of a butterfly to cover up the brain fart I had when I allowed my bro to tat me years ago. I love ink.
And to comment on your last post about the crowd and the tailgating thing, I am not claustorphobic,but I don't like crowds. I think that's because people seem to be getting stupider and stupider.

I'll go to Europe and train and teach you when I get back.