kenna

OK,

so I am out in the garden on wednesday just minding my own business, doin some weedin, getting all puffed up about how everything is growing and going.  so i finish up and go inside and I  start feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling in my left butt cheek region.  I am thinking mosquito bite possibly hmm?  I forget about it and then about 15 minutes later it comes back and I cant stop thinking about it, in fact its not really itching but its really starting to HURT, burn, and frankly take all of my fun away- and so i must of course start complaining about it so kelly can share in this pain.  soon have have a quite unsightly and very (very) large bump on my butt, and the pain can be only one thing.  spider bite, thats right folks, got me right on the butt.  now sometimes when people say they have a bruise on their butt, or “see that tattoo on her butt” , they are really referencing a hip, thigh, or lower back area.  I don’t mean any of those areas.  i mean right on my butt cheek.  right where i have to painfully strain my neck to try and see the damage and i can’t - so its even more frustrating and ends up causing kelly even more pain in having to be the sightseer on this little adventure.  I have included a diagram so you can see where I mean.

So I go to bed wednesday in pain and with dreams of black widow and brown recluse spiders dancing in my head.  yesterday I got to spend the day at my desk trying to casually put my weight on the right cheek as to not put more pressure on my buttblister.  it was quite a bunch of fun as you can imagine, and well i wanted to share it with the world.  I am happy to say that although still sore I can now sit on both cheeks, and its nothing a little time at my little bros birthday party tonight can’t make me forget about.

thanks be to all for this speedy recovery.

do you ever find yourself going: “pick a little talk a little pick a little talk a little cheep cheep cheep talk a lot pick a little more” from the Music Man?

well, i do.

so i walks around back towards the shop on Saturday and i can see my dad is butchering something but I can’t figure out what in the heck it is, i didn’t have my glasses on, but it was a strange shape.  sos i gets me a little closer and it dawns on me, its a snapping turtle.  I would venture to say wes are not the most graceful turtle butcherers west of the mississippi,  but at least i gets me a good shell out of it to hang on the house, and plus he found these inside:

the dingo ate your baby!

actually, there is no please necessary.

DO NOT call me honey or sweetie when you call my place of work and expect me to think you are anything but a total idiot. period. sorry. my grandma doesn’t even call me honey, or sweetie for that matter. in fact when you do i picture a pedophilish sweaty man calling me from the toilet.  unless that is the visual that you want me to have just attempt and mispronounce my name like everyone else.  thanks.

well, I just found out i can’t get dsl at my house for another month.  i guess thats what we get for living out in the sticks.  nuts and bolts, nuts and bolts!! I finally got a computer, YES FOLKS a real live computer with a keyboard and a mouse, and a memory, and a plug in cord and everything!  Its even a MAC- so I was all really really silly pumped to get the ol dsl hooked up and I talked to the phone company today and SORRY ME, no service for another month OR SO.  I want to cry big fat elephant tears of pain sorrow and anger.  I can get dial up no problem for the mean time, but LORD i think i would lose my mind.  I guess I’ll have to wait and see if they start blocking my access to this site and work and if they take all my fun away yet again I’ll have to cave in and get the ol dial up pile up. 

So I got these exciting pics to share yesterday and I forgot my camera, I guess we will all have to live in suspense until tomorrow for those.

Do you ever find yourself daydreaming about the scene in Bodyguard when they are out in the “cabin” by the lake and its cold and there is an intruder in the house?

well, I do.

so in this long trial of no radio and cheap radio that doesn’t work blah blah, i have had to find a fm station to listen to in the morning on the way to work.  yesterday I tried bob and tom and found it quite disapointing.  they weren’t funny.  period.  no stimulation of thought whatsoever.  why bob, why tom, why did it have to be this way.

I can’t wait to get back to my morning addition family whom i i miss so much.