My Knee... Part 2

I went to my regular doctor. He wiggled my knee around. He thinks I either stretched my ligaments or tore them the first time I dislocated my knee... which is why it keeps happening. SO... he had me call a surgeon. I have an appointment with him next Thursday. More to come...

My Knee...

So, for the third time in my life, I dislocated my knee. I was REALLY hoping that I could band aid it and not have to go to the doctor. Well... it looks like that isn't going to happen. It's killing me and still swollen after 2 weeks. I guess I have to make an appointment tomorrow... :(

Beck's Blog

There is a blog that I like to frequent. She's an avid craftster and she loves Harry Potter. She made some flag-bags and I commented that she should make a Polish Flag because of Christian being so proud of his heritage. AND SHE DID! She's dubbed it the "Fied-Bag" :)

http://peskypixie.blogspot.com/2007/05/polish-flag-man-bag-or-fied-bag.html

Wonky Pictures

The pictures in my new hair blog seemed to have gone a bit wonky. Click on the picture to see them better. Sorry about that.

My Hair

My hair felt like cotton candy. It was breaking off and I had fly-aways everywhere. My hair had seen better days. SO... I chopped it. It's short & girly. SO UNLIKE MARCI!

Bahbingos

Colin came in the living room from his bedroom where he was playing Thomas ChooChoo contently for about 10 minutes. He walked up to me and asked, "Are bahbingos good or bad?"
I replied, "I don't know what a bahbingo is."
Getting angry he replies, "I say are a bahbingos good or bad?"
"Colin, what is a bahbingo? I don't know that word."
"BAHBINGO!"
"What colour is a bahbingo?"
"AN ANIMAL! IS IT GOOD OR BAD?"

This conversation went on for about 15 minutes... the more I questioned the more upset he became and the more slurred his speech was. FINALLY, I asked if he was saying FLAMINGO. Well, it was. I said, that a flamingo is good and he turned around and went on his merry way.
*sigh* Speech delays suck.

BLAH

I've been sick. Massive tummy issues. It's been a week now and every time I eat, I feel like it all wants to come back out. I'm not enjoying this. I got scared that I might be preggers again. I made Christian buy a test. Came out negative (which I was 99.9999999999999% certain it would). At least I know it's just some poopy Texas bug. :(