Photo Memo

If you read it you gotta do it!
1. Go to photobucket.
2. Type in your answer for each question into the Photobucket search bar.
3. Only use the first two pages. Choose your favorite photo to represent your answer.
4. Copy the html and paste it here.
5. You can only answer in picture form.

What is your name?


When is your birthday?


What kind of car do you drive?


Where did you go to school?


What's your favorite season?


What's your favorite type of shoe?


What's your status?


What's your favorite movie?


What's your favorite song?


What's your favorite Disney character?


What's your favorite vacation destination?


What's your favorite dessert?


What's your favorite drink?


What are you most afraid of?


What's your favorite TV show?

No More High Heels

About a month ago I went to my doctor because of a sinus infection. While I was there I decided to talk to him about a problem that I had been having with my feet. He tells me it is possible that I have neurological claudication and refers me to a Neurologist, all of which is a little overwhelming, but I’ll wait until I get home and look it up before I get scared.

What ended up happening should be a lesson to all of us in not Googling medical ailments. Googling by the way, I just found out, is not found in Microsoft’s dictionary, they should really look into that. After calling the doctor’s office to find out what he told me I might have because Lord knows I couldn’t remember, I looked it up and it was much scarier that I was giving it credit for. I found out things like: It should only be happening in old people who are too sick to do anything about it, the only fix is surgery, and all other sorts of news I didn’t want.

Today I went to the Neurologist and after a lot of tests that made me think the doctor thought I was drunk (follow my finger, walk in a straight line, close your eyes and hold your hands out, etc) he tells me that I do not have neurological claudication (whew!) but that I might have tarsal tunnel which is basically like carpal tunnel, but in your feet. Thank goodness, right? I don’t have to have surgery so this is a good thing, right? Wrong! He tells me no more high heels so the nerves can heel. I JUST got used to walking in 3 inchers!! Oh and I have carpal tunnel in both wrists and maybe sleep apnea by the way.

Sheesh!

Adventures in Battery Changing

Wine
This adventure begins about a week ago when I tried a wine that might possibly be my new favorite. The only problem is, it is only found on the other side of town. I know this because this past weekend I went to five different stores only to have store managers look at me like I am crazy. “No, we carry no such thing”

Batteries
tc’s best friend had a little car trouble this week and called him over for some help on Tuesday. tc had to cancel our walking date because his friend was in need. I was completely understanding, as I tend to be, mostly because his bff lives right over where the wine is sold and I was promised he would pick some up.
The funny this about tc’s best friend calling him to help with the car troubles is that tc isn’t the hunting, fishing, handyman, car fixer upper that his dad hoped he would be. In fact, our version of car maintenance is picking the best oil repair shop and tow service company. I guess it just turns out that his friend is even less of a fixer upper because we at least had the tools necessary to do the job. So tc, being the good friend that he is, took his tool set over to hid friend house and was gone for three hours and came home as I was getting ready to go to bed. Unfortunately for tc, his friend and the car the battery was still not fixed, they were going to need special tools that were not contained in the previously unopened tool box. Unfortunately for me, he came home with no wine.

The Next Night
So tc has to go over to the friends one more night, but this time has to stop at Home Depot first. Normally I might be a little bit disappointed by this, but it gives me another shot at the wine so I am totally okay. This time, however, tc realizes if I go he can take the HOV lane and it shortens his trip in half. Normally this would be absurd but he lured me in to the drive with a promise of sushi and going to pick out my wine without instructing him through the process, a prospect I could not pass up.
So I pack up a couple of books to read and we set out on our way. First, to Home Depot to pick up a tool which should have taken all of about 5 minutes but due to unknowledgeable staff and faulty check out equipment took about forty five minutes. Then off the friends house to change the battery which should have taken 20 minutes but due to unknowledgeable boys playing with cars and a faulty engine took 2 hours. So by the time we leave I am hungry, and tired of being in the car. So we go to find the sushi restaurant, we can’t find it and I am too hungry to care, I just want anything at this point. Then to the wine store, at least this is going to end my week long search for the wine. Can’t find the wine store. Damn. So I spent my entire evening sitting in a truck waiting for the boys to fix the car or driving around trying to find non existent places and end up at home starving and ready for bed.

And that is why you should not eat raw fish or drink the nectar of the devil.

The end.