Evan and Josh go to camp tomorrow and I am convinced that there is going to be a swine flu outbreak at their camp. It just seems to me that it is risky to gather kids together from all over the place and then make them live in cabins breathing each other's air.
Psyched! Did I not just last night say I was considering jumping back into the NABLOGEVERYDAY pool? I got the monthly NaBlo reminder to day and I immediately signed up for July. The theme of the month? ROUTINE. Which, how perfect for me? All I have been thinking to myself is that I have to get back into the routine of eating right and exercising. I wanted to call this "My Summer Of Transformation" or something else equally as corny that denotes me morphing from lackadaisical exerciser (partially due to the never ending saga of my torn ankle tendons) and poor eating over eater to committed fanatical exerciser and pure healthy cleansing eater just so I can emerge from this 2 1/2 year depressing funk as a beautiful butterfly ready to be the strong, healthy person I can be and ignite the art career I so very much want. Sounds good? I really feel like I need all the dominoes to line up to get every part of my life just where I want it.
So, Matt completed his 6th hour of driving instructor training last week. This makes him eligible to drive with me.
The 5 lumps that were removed from the devil can all be out into one of the following three categories:
I can't believe Michael Jackson had the nerve to die on the same day as Farrah Fawcett. Here is a picture of Farrah's youthful cuteness.
Update: When they shaved her scrawny devil leg to remove the bleeding and infected tumor they found there were two more tumors over there. They removed all the tumors in addition to two fatty bumps she had on her ribs since puppyhood (just in case) and checked out her other legs. She is up from the anesthesia and looking good so far.
I completely get why some people in the medical field might dip into the anesthesia every now and then. When I wake up from a good anesthetic sleep all I want to do is laugh and make out. Which would have made for an enjoyable ride home had I not been driven to my appointment this afternoon by my 60 year old neighbor/friend. She just isn't my type.