Still Procastinating

I'm for real working on some posts tonight. For real.

Hi

I need to work on 4 looooooong posts. Yes, I'm procrastinating. I do that. In the meantime you can enjoy this lovely picture of a fantastic chicken fried steak I had at Mary's Cafe in Santo's a while back:

Syd Update

Syd is FINISHED!!! Of course baby Corbin was born Tuesday, but that doesn't matter, not like he can snuggle with him just yet. Here are some finished shots and some pre-finished shots...

Tired

I have a really looooooooong post to write, but tonight I just want to say, I love my new nephew. He is super adorable, I could eat him up, and thankful he is finally here! This photo does not do him justice. I wish I had a pic like this with my niece, but she was born in Indiana and I wasn't there. I'm thankful I have this and other photos with him on his very first day!!! Night all, I'm exhausted.

Bye Bye Birdie...

(Yeah I changed the title - I thought this was more approriate!)

I get home from work and Rosalie tells me that Zoey has chewed up something in our bedroom - this is a typical day (minus Rosalie who is just visiting). Zoey always chews up something. Anyway, I go up there and she had stolen a box of labels for file folders that Shane had in the office and chewed it up along with some of the labels. No, for once, I did not get a picture of this destruction. Well, I change and go downstairs (after cleaning up Zoey's mess) and sit at the counter to talk to Rosalie while she is making chocolate chip cookies. Xena is chillin' out on the back of her chair taking in the scene and Zoey is outside jackin' around. I noticed Zoey went darting past and made for the master bedroom. This took a few minutes to sink in. Zoey is a people person, er dog, she loves to be in the middle of everything and everyone. If she makes a beeline for the master bedroom then she is up to no good. Which was the case today. Luckily, it dawns on my fairly quickly that something is up. I go upstairs and turn the corner into our bedroom. Zoey is on the couch looking down at the cushions. What, pray tell, is she looking at, you might ask.


This is what she was looking at:

Oh, what is that you ask, try it from this angle:

IT'S A BIRD. I think it may even be a baby bird. It was still breathing and kicking it's little bird legs too. I stared at it not having a clue what to do. I was afraid it was just stunned and once I picked it up it would go crazy, but it was dying. Poor little bird. So I went downstairs (after kicking Zoey out of the room and shutting the door) and got Shane's dad. He picked it up and took outside. I'm really not a wuss, but I really had no idea how to pick it up. I just couldn't do it. Am I the only one this crap happens to?

Psoriasis

Back in January I went to the dermatologist because I had two moles that looked questionable to me. The doctor looked at them and determined they were okay. Then I asked about the melasma on my face and some acne issues I have. She gave me two prescriptions for those, which I can't afford so I have not been using them ($300 a piece). I went back to see her in March to follow up on my melasma and acne, but she re-examined my two moles. She then decided to biopsy one on the front of my abdomen and one on my lower back. WTH??? She looked at them previously and thought they were fine, now she wants to cut them off and send them to a lab??!! They both came back benign, and now I have two lovely scars. So I cancelled my follow up appointment from recommendation of the nurse I talked to. Well, now I regret cancelling the follow up. I think I have psoriasis. I've got spots all over my back and a couple on each arm. For real, the spots on my back are soooo not normal for me, my skin is usually pretty nice on my body - just not my face. And the more reading I do the more itching I do, even though itching has little to do with it. Seriously, there is something wrong with my brain. I've been itching non stop this morning after reading tons of stuff on skin issues. I'm such a weirdo... Shane told me never to do medical research on the internet. I guess now I know why. So now I guess I'll have to make another appointment with the dermatologist and shell out more money for test and prescriptions that I can't afford. Man, what an awesome insurance plan we have at work - NOT REALLY! A consumer driven insurance plan is code for "let's make it so expensive that our employees can't afford to go to the doctor and therefore be at work more". I'm not getting into the political movement concerning health care, but I'm just saying I'm not happy with my company offered insurance.

Seriously

So my mom gave me these one Sunday a while back (yeah I'm a bit behind on this particular post):

Shane drove my truck a few days after that. When I got in my truck later and wanted some, I found this:

Seriously, I was pissed. The box was full when my mom gave them to me. I sent him a text and chewed him out. He has yet to replace the empty box with a full box. I asked him, "WTH???" and he said, "I was hungry", he was on his way to get food! How can someone do that? He did save me some calories and added weight, I guess...