Knee high by the 4th of July
First of all, thank you for your prayers for Penny! Guess what!? She woke up the next morning right as rain! I have no idea what it was all about but she is 100%, so I’m not going to argue with that! See!? Good thoughts & prayers work, y’all!
And now… A day in pictures…
So I had my OB appointment yesterday. I told the doctor that I have no preggy symptoms, that they diminished completely after I came down with a really nasty cold last week. He said, “Well, Stephanie, virus’ are bad news in the beginning of a pregnancy. We see a lot of losses in March because of the flu. Cold virus’ have the same bad reputation.” Well, helllloooo! I’ve had 7 miscarriages, were they ALL caused by a cold!? Anyways, I have to wait until Tuesday to see what my counts are doing. So, I guess I’ll know more mid next week… Until then– Internet Friends, meet the Sticky Pills. Sticky Pills, meet my Internet Friends. At least they are pink. Pink’s my favorite color.
And with the introduction of Sticky Pills, I’m going through the withdrawls of Zoloft, my blue pills. Which, I might add, is INSANITY! I’m the biggest grump this side of the Mississippi.
But there’s truly nothing more grump inducing than dropping your camera on the ground 2 minutes and $140 after you got it out of the shop for dropping it a few weeks ago! AHHH! Everything was ok. I immediately took a picture of the pavement that it crashed on just to make sure. Shew.
Speaking of grumpy, I’m so grumpy that my road rage is back in full force too. The distance between my little town and a bigger little town next to us, where I do my grocery shopping, is 25 miles. It costs $25 to drive this 25 miles. So, it makes sense that I should at least be able to drive the speed limit on that 25 miles. That’s a fair request, right? These Colorado drivers go 10 miles (at least) UNDER the speed limit UNLESS there is 5 feet of snow on the road. Then they drive 10 miles OVER the speed limit. Well today? These doo-doo heads drove 20 miles under the speedlimit! GGGRrrr!
Try to see through the cracked windshield and to that speed limit sign. Is it just me or does the fargin’ sign say 65?
Wanna see my speedometer? Ok. Here you go. Just try to ignore the “door ajar” indicator light. That was just Nooskers trying to open the door while I’m driving. I’m totally kidding. The light always says a door is open. 
Twenty miles UNDER the speedlimit? Why don’t these dorks save the planet and get out and walk!? I could do the macarena the whole 25 miles and still get there before these dorks!
And just so you know, I don’t normally take pictures while driving on the highway. That would be crazy. Zoloft or no Zoloft.
But, Zoloft can’t give me the kind of contentedness and happiness that these kids give me. So, here’s a few pics of the faces that light my life. I would have included a picture of my beautiful Austin but he slept until 1pm, so he wasn’t awake for pictures…
For lunch, we stopped for some sloppy hot dogs. You know, when you’re grumpy, there’s nothing like a hotdog with radioactive flourescent green relish to melt the blues (and give you a bit of indigestion). And I’d show you a picture of the deliciousness, but I ate it whole. So here are the scrumptious greasy fries I had with it… Don’t be jealous.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July, right? Well there’s a little Farmer’s saying about the growth of your corn crop, “knee high by the 4th of July.” Who would have guessed this beautiful garden belongs to a beginner!? Guess whose corn is knee high, y’all!?
I reckon this here thumb of mine is green after all! Too bad I can’t figure out how to grow some of that radioactive flourescent relish to go on my hotdogs.
Posted by: stepherz | 07-03-2008 | 08:07 PM
Posted in: Just Me | Momma | Comments (3)
