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Re: Randoms
I had Popeye's once and there was a disgusting piece of gristle or cartilage in my chicken strip, so I haven't been back since. It tempts me when I drive by, but that memory from 20 years ago sticks with me.
My husband is finally home, praise the baby Jesus.
I have been sick since July. Like, bloated, nauseous, feeling full all of the time, etc. I have been going to the GI, and I feel like he isn't listening to me. I did find out I had C-diff (I have NO idea where I got this from) and I took the anti-biotics and it was supposedly gone in January. I had a ct-scan in September that showed nothing. I just had a lap procedure done so endometriosis was ruled out. Celiac test was negative. I have been cutting dairy out, and I am still feeling gross.
What the fukc is wrong with me?!?!
There is a HS here that has a popeyes nearby and for years has been getting it to celebrate football (and probably other) wins. It has lead to this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGKXp1iVnjI
That is all I have to contribute right now. I'm sleepy and cranky.
I think I'm getting another cold.
And now I want a biscuit. Dammit.
YES. LJS is my secret shame.
OMG. I'm a little hungover and now I want to drive to town on my lunch and have LJS instead of a bean burger and hummus.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
That video made me really nostalgic for HS marching band. I was the drum major, y'all. *brushes shoulders* We used to go to a diner afterwards, though, not Popeye's.
I have had so much homework the past few days. I'm finally done and my reward is getting to go drive 10 hours to see my inlaws.
The poster formerly known as PDXPhotoGrl
Put me down for a waking up toddler also. He has been waking up 1-3 times per night saying "owie" and holding out a hand so H or I can kiss it, then he flops down and goes right back to sleep. I know it's not a real owie, because he alternates hands and it's only at night. It's kind of funny and cute, but not at 3am.
I am getting some moles checked out today. (moley moley). I am scared of the c-c-cancer.
I have never had Long John Silvers, but I think I might need to have hushpuppie. Oddly the only one I knew of around here was replaced by a Popeyes.
I really haven't had many cravings so far, but OhMyGodFriedChicken. I had a spicy chicken sandwich from Chick Fil A for dinner yesterday, and the night before, and I really want one for lunch today too. It's the only thing I want to eat. Sorry gay people. Not surprisingly, I've gained three pounds this week, and I'm afraid that my dr. is going to yell at me at my appointment next week. I need to stop eating fried chicken.
Katie, I'm cackling over the outlet thing.
Baby Boxer is coming! 5.23.12
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It's ash Wednesday, and you all are tempting me with all your fried chicken talk. I'm thinking of starting to go to church again as my Lenten sacrifice, but that would require going to church today, and I don't wanna.
Crap...I Mean Crafts
Bethie, I was just coming here to post that. Hot damn.
http://youtu.be/buTDezCHXfg
I've never been to Popeyes, but there's one a few miles away. Now I want to go.
I will say, from my experience, that toddlers will manipulate the hell out of the night time waking to get more time. That 30 second boo boo kiss will turn into an hour of play time.
Dagger woke up at 5 and cried for maybe 5-10 minutes. I left him alone. Had I gone in there, I would have been up from 5. Ignoring his cries gave me another 1.5 hours of sleep.
I have never been to Popeyes but now I kind of want to walk down to Kenmore and get some.
The woman who lives above my office didn't recognize me and tried to bodily remove me from the vestibule downstairs so that was weird. I guess she thought I was trying to follow her in to rob her? Instead we both got the crap scared out of us and I still feel all jittery.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I've never had Popeyes or LJS but I did have a bojangles breakfast biscuit when I was in Charlotte and it was amazing while going down but sat like a lump of coal for the rest of the day.
I ate an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's late night snack last night, I'm so disgusted with myself
Gymboree is the devil. They mailed me coupons (how do they know where I live?!) and it included pictures of this adorable little sweater vest:
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I want to buy 50 and just pass them out on the street.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I NEED THAT.
For my nephew ... yeah ... that's it ...
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I am watching Breaking Dawn. You'd think I would have learned all I needed to know from Noisy's post, but I guess I am a glutton for punishment.
Kristen Stewart looks pretty and almost has inflection in her voice. I cannot help but "squee" at Robert Pattinson, because I am 14 years old.
We did too. I have never once purchased something from gymboree. How did they find me?!?
I'm fat, like real fat and I don't want to do anything about it. I want to eat all the time, it's disgusting.
We live in the country and a lot of cats get dumped on our property. Most run off or get eaten by coyotes. But this one cat, she has been around for a couple mths. She was super sick when she got here so I nursed her back to health. She follows me everywhere and sleeps outside our door. We went to my FILs house last night and on our way home from his house she was laying in the middle of the road dead, about 3 miles from our house. She must have gotten in our truck engine...this makes me irrationally sad. R was super nice about it and buried her on our property last night.
If you've ever bought anything from Crazy 8 or Janie and Jack, they're all the same company. I get a lot of Evie's striped tights from Gymboree though, so I'm not surprised they got me. Jerks.
Will and I both have a head cold. I woke up this morning with my throat on fire and the worst sinus headache. Will spent half an hour crying about the banana I gave him this morning. Fucck it, we're watching TV for the rest of the day.
I almost said "head flu," but then thought maybe no one else would remember Goin's head flu.
People stop us all the time to talk about Evie's hair. The other day some old ladies stopped us in Trader Joe's and went on and on, and then when they left Will made a sad face. "What's up buddy?" "Why doesn't anyone tell me they like my hair?" At least one person comments on it every time we go somewhere - so almost daily. Strangers have stopped in parking lots and rolled their windows down to comment on her hair. Some lady chased me down the feminine hygiene product aisle in Target to tell me she liked Evie's hair. I said something like, "Oh, Will, those women just knew someone that had hair like Evie's when she as little, so that's why they wanted to talk. Red hair is a little unusual. I love your hair, I think it's really awesome." That made him happy, but it made me wonder if Evie's going to get a big head from the constant attention. (Well, not a big head, she already has that. A big ego.)
Yea, I was diagnosed with it in September and tested negative for it after the antibiotics. I was retested for it in November and it was positive again. I found out I was pregnant in December, so I didn't want to take the meds to treat it. I miscarried and then took the antibiotics in January and tested negative after that round. I don't want to be tested again because I am afraid it will be positive. I don't have the normal symptoms of it (i.e. diarrhea), so I haven't been retested.
Lila gets jealous of all the attention James gets when we're out, too. She takes it up with the offending party, though. "What a cute baby! look at his eyes!" "I HAVE EYES..SEE??? THEY'RE GREEN" then starts blinking super fast so no one could tell what colour they are anyways.
This cracked me up, which I needed after getting a little teary at kitkat's story about the stray. How heartbreaking.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Aw, Lila has sass. I like it!
And now I'm off to LJS for lunch.