have a nice day

Let me start off saying that my luck has indeed run its course. As I knew it would, it always does.





For starters, I woke up Saturday with a raging yeast infection, yes yes TMI I know, but it feels better to get it off my chest. For those of you who have never had the joy of experiencing such things, this is sort of what your cooter/hoo-haw feels like..
















See, its the Pillsbury Dough Boy...on fire, get it...





Ok Moving on...



The swelling is starting to go down in my ankle and my leg...see..
































Still a tad swollen and bruised, well its more swollen then bruised I guess, but I did manage to mow the lawn Sunday...and walk 10 miles...

When it was a blazing 102 degrees...Look, see for yourself.


















It was nice...I like it hot, but whilst on my 10 mile walk, I over heated, I drank my ice cold water, even before I got to the lake. At one point I was so hot, I filled my bottle with lake water and poured it down my pants,shirt,bra and over my head..

desperate times, call for desperate measures. I was thisclose to drinking the damn lake water. I mean thisclose.

My head is still pounding from the whole sorted ordeal.

My turtle/cooter rescue is coming along well. I saved a few over the weekend. I am slowly making my mark in the turtle world.

Creatures who carry shells as their homes, love me.

God speed my fine shelled friends, God speed.

Oh, I got my new glasses Saturday. See...

Do I look smarter, or like a stripper?

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Well I need to go put the fire out in my underwear.

Bee Yeast Free.

cooter

ok this is very distastfull, I know it..But our

talk of cooters, well i couldn help it..

Proof that my thought of the term cooter meaning..well, um

vagina..

But its a snapper in some parts..

to each his own..

carry on..

my real post is below this..

Learning to fly

Here is one sure fire way you totally know your wee one has no idea of the concept of death/dying. When your three year old says





momma, can we go dig up thumper and see if she is feeling better? I bet now that she is dead she is feeling better momma...wanna go see?






as she is beaming from ear to ear at the thought of her brilliant idea. Looking at me like I am some damn fool for not thinking of this idea before.






In remembrance of the rodents..here are pics I took the day I brought the bunnies home.




And yes I say BUNNIES..cause there were 2 to begin with..That rabbit died shortly after arriving here..



























The tan and white one was Cadburry...She died shortly after moving in. The gray and white one is Thumper, the one who just joined Cadburry on the other side..Or the next burial plot in the yard..






Here is Boo holding one of them..Look how little she looks..





















Oh and here is a pic of Blondie holding the cooter I found the other day..


























she loves her cooters...



I cant help it, I cant stop saying cooter...cooter, cooter,cooter.

I still cant get past the term Cooter. I have only heard that term used as a reference to the um, how shall I say.....VAGINA.

You wont catch this southern belle eatin Cooter stew..

by the way, when you said cooter stew, I just wanted to hug u and thank u for making me smile..so who-ever said it, thank u...and I like learnen me some southern things.So feel free to brush me up on anything else i need to know to fit in when I get there.

Here is another pic of that big cooter I saved..

Thats my Cooter alright..

Bee Real