Funny Stuff...
Check out this video for the Utah State fair featuring Pedro and Napoleon...its incredible.
When you grab a hold of me; Tell me that I'll never be set free; But I'm a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the night.
Check out this video for the Utah State fair featuring Pedro and Napoleon...its incredible.
I consider myself a mildly intelligent individual. So, when my OB/GYN set up an appointment for me to meet with the person in charge of finances and have a “physical” I didn’t think much of it. I have been through this before and figured it would be the usual list of blood tests, getting weight/blood pressure baselines and a urine sample. But to my glorious surprise it includes a full set of STD tests…which means stirrups, Happy Tuesday Morning! Personally, when I’m going to have my genital probed and my cervix manhandled I like a little warning, but I guess they gave that to me when they said I was going to have a “physical”. I knew something was up when I walked into the room to see an economy size tube of KY, a set of gloves and those huge cotton swabs. Note to self: next time someone wants to give me a “physical” be sure to ask what that entails.
So, my “hyper vigilant” self would never put a picture of my baby online, due to all the baby snatchers that would want him. But, my little guy was sick today, with a cold that was causing breathing problems. So, I dropped everything, left work (my computer is still on with porn on the screen j/k) and took him to the doctor. The result was that he had to get an Albuterol breathing treatment. Below is a pick with the mask on, I figure it’s okay to post since you can’t make out his whole face…poor baby.
I think it was the talking slot machines that made them to do it...
So, I completely “hyper vigilant” (as one friend calls me) and for good reason…my son is the cutest thing on earth and I know that everyone wants to steal him. This being said, I try not to say too much about myself as to clue in baby snatchers on how to find my perfect little cherub. But, I have to talk about something that gives a pretty good indicator of where I am…and that topic is “Street Vibrations”. It’s an annual biker “convention” held in my quaint little mountain town…and I might mention that this “mountain town” has a pretty good reputation for being totally white trash…and this week we are earning that reputation and then some. My little corner of the world has been invaded by leather bound, tattooed, hog riding DAs with an identity/mid-life crisis. And they are everywhere…I was having dinner with friends and the court yard at the restaurant we were at was filled with them…I had to go to the capital today and the highway was full with them…the sound of their machines fills the air 24/7…the city closed downtown to accommodate their gathering, which makes driving that direction a pain in the ass…in fact, driving anywhere in town is a pain because of these people…oh the horror.
1. The smell of horses is one of my favorite
Okay, so by this time, anyone who knows me knows that I am pregnant. And unlike my last pregnancy I have a touch of a weak stomach this time...mother nature is a bitch. Anyway, it doesn't take much to get my gag reflex going. Today, at the end of work I had to go to the bathroom before I headed to my car. Right before I got to the bathroom, an older lady that works in my building went in. I got into my stall and started taking care of business just has she started to rip the loudes farts I've ever heard in a public restroom (this my come as a shocker to most guys, but most girls don't fart in public, even in a bathroom, unless they are alone). Needless to say, I spent the next five minutes trying to control my gag reflex. When I was finally able to pull myself together, she had already left and my eyes were red and watering. Just writing about it makes my stomach turn...