Often I forget about things that make me happy. This is actually kind of a great thing. It's always fun to stumble upon pictures or stories that you have long forgotten about only to rediscover how awesome they are.

This picture is not something I would ever forget about, however, I DID forget how much it makes me laugh. This is what happened, way back in the day, when my middle child didn't get what she wanted. Her Uncle Ben's refusal to continue a baseball game with her ended with one of the best pictures of my kids.

*shudder*

I think that the worst part of yesterday was when a spider was crawling on my upper lip.


This also reminded that I really must wax the girl stache.

Lesson learned.

For three days I have been putting off fixing the bathroom door. The hinges were a wee bit loose so just a quick minute with the screw driver would fix her right up. Needless to say the entire door fell of the hinges.




I would love to consider myself a handyman, however, I don't think that a real handyman would consider this a huge truimph:



I can't believe that I actually came up with a reasonable solution without freaking out. I'll fix it for realzies tomorrow.

Why am I not surprised?

Last week at work a Good Samaritan left a note on my windshield "Back tire needs air". Sometimes I really do have faith in humanity. Anyhoo...I filled it up and on my merry way I went.
It can't possibly be shock that during this basement reno a nail, sorry....screw impaled my tire. I really want to overcome the frustration I feel when stuff happens to my car. It isn't the money. I swear, I get browned off when I JUST have to buy windshield wipers. Two dollars? That is two dollars I will not relinquish without a fight.

Anyway...while trying to drum up a photo of Kenneth, the amazing mini van, I found the best picture that I had totally forgotten about. I love this picture more than I hate my car.

This pleases me

What's worse?

The fact that I have not one but TWO past fractures on my vertebra or the fact that my Mother has no recollection of me sustaining any injury that would support this?

This is the time when I REALLY wish I knew Paint. If I did I would create one hell of a Worlds Shittiest Mom poster.

At least Lily Tom loves me

Aging

Sucks.

My cholesterol is obscenely high and I just bitched my sciatic nerve. WAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

So I had my appointment with the cardiologist yesterday. About a year ago while increasing my life insurance it was discovered that I have the cholesterol level of a morbidly obese 75 year old man. This was no surprise as there is a strong positive (this kind of positive is anything but) family history of early onset heart disease. In short, I have a defective liver. Now, it turns out that my doctor is a 4'11 Irishman who wears a terrible wig and the way he sings everything pretty much sounded like he was giving me good news so when he said "It's a birth defect of your liver" it almost sounded like he was telling me that I was beautiful and I just won a trip to Disney Land. Anyway, more medication to lower the culprit, some creepy test on my carotid artery and I get to do one of those awesome stress tests where you have to jog on a treadmill with some creepy cpap machine on your head. This makes Christie happy. I think I should invite a friend to take pictures.

Oh! I should also mention that yesterday I totally looked like an ice cream cone! Brown slacks, a pink shirt and a white vest. Super cute.