The P'Nut

The P'Nut

Thursday, June 10, 2010

You have to be kidding me! Torn Achilles

So...I over did it. I started having some pain in my foot 3 or 4 weeks ago. I thought it was from wearing really flat sandals. So I bought new shoes! What else is a girl to do? When that didn't work...I bought another cute pair of sandals. Nope, still hurts. So I bought a pair of Birkenstocks. OH MY AWESOMENESS! Love them. Foot pain eases up! Woo hoo!

Yesterday morning, my Achilles started to ache. I ignored it, put on my birks and went to work. It ached pretty much all day. I walked my normal lunch stroll. Ache, pain, I pushed thru. I had Volleyball last night. I played. It ached.

I woke up with morning, got out of bed...OW! HOLY CRAP! The freaking hurts! Who just smacked me in the heel with a ruler? Son of a biscuit, that hurts!

I made an appointment with a Foot and Ankle specialist. I've partially torn my Achilles. No walking, running, jumping, swimming or physical activity for 10 days, at the least! Probably more like 3-4 weeks.

ugh! I'm aggrevated!

Why do I always have to be the happy one?

I'm surrounded by a bunch of crab asses. WTF people? A little bit of a smile wouldn't kill you!

Shannon's got killer PMS. It happens every month...I spend 3 days questioning our relationship and wondering if she's really happy becuase not matter what I say or what I do, she's pissed off! I think i've finally figured out that it's PMS and not me. I feel better this month knowing that it will go away.

CPL is incredibly cranky too. She's been cranky forever though. If she's not eating, she's angry. Ugh!

I feel like I'm always the happy one trying to cheer everyone up.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

My birthday cake

I nearly peed in my pants when they brought this out!

Delicious yellow cake with fresh strawberry filling and whipped cream frosting. it was FANTASTiC! Thank God I only ate one Fajita! We ended up at Chili's not BWW.

I say it's my Birthday!!

Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy birthday dear MEEEEEE-EEEEEE!!! Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee!!!!

You know what that means...FOOD DAY!! And 2 bitches brought me donuts! Really? Really people? No one believes in veggies or fruit or nuts or something better for me than donuts? I LOVE YOU DONUTS but Frida does NOT like you at all!

P'nut's favorite song is Happy Birthday. She sang it to me about 20 times this morning. She's just too too cute!

We're going out for dinner tonight with CPL (crazy pregnant lady) and her baby daddy, my mom and sisters and brother in law and my nana and papa...we're going to Buffalo Wild Wings. I'm not sure what to eat there...any suggestions?

Love and Kisses!!! :)

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

When will I ever learn?

I think I've learned an important lesson....DO NOT DRINK WHILE EATING!!! Yes, I have been banded for 4 months and it has taken me this long to truely understand the ramifications of mixing liquids and solids! Is it because I have some restriction now? I'm thinking yes....

So Saturday no wait maybe it was was Sunday, Shannon and I fruitlessly tried to start our lawn mower for 45 minutes. It's broken. We went to buy a new one. P'nut spots the Golden Arches and I ask Shannon is she's hungry. We pull in to the drive thru. I order my 4 pc kids meal with a large iced tea. We pull in to the adjacent Wal-Mart parking lot and I take a bite of my McNugget then a swig of tea, not thru the straw. OUCH. Oh that's not good. I try and bite of nugget because I'm a fat kid and I want more food. Nope...Not moving. More tea...oh that's really bad. The slime starts. SLIME SLIME SLIME SLIME SLIME SLIME. I've wasted of the napkins. I get out and walk around. I think I'm a bit better. I put the food away and get on the road. 3 miles later...I pull over.

It's 95 degrees outside. We're on a 4 lane road. I'm standing behind the truck (GMC Envoy) spitting yuck into the weeds. I'm next to the exhausted and my feet start to burn. I walk around and spit some more. Then get back in the truck. It's only a couple more miles to Lowes. I can make it. I think. We pull in the parking lot and I hope out of the drivers seat in the middle of the lane waving to Shannon. I can't talk. I've got too much goop in my mouth. Spit, spit spit spit spit spit spit spit spit.....walk walk walk walk walk walk walk. RELIEF. It goes down. The rest of the day is without incident. I stick with mushy foods.

Yesterday, CPL (crazy pregnant lady) and I head out for a shopping excursion. I have the p'nut and she wants a hot dog. Ok. I can eat a hot dog. Again, I order a hot dog and an iced tea. Two bits in and I'm stuck again. Yeah, I drank so tea too. DAMN IT! This time it's worse. I'm in the bathroom when are slimy ball of food finally come up. SWEET relief. I think it's over. We pack up to go. In the parking lot, the slime start again. WTF? I thought I just PB'd this stuff up? 30 minutes of spitting later the food goes down.

Am I too tight or am I getting stuck because I'm breaking the no drinking rule?