Fancy Burlap

I had a horrid pain in my calf around 3 am. It hurt like the devil. I grabbed my leg and well I just grabbed it because it hurt to rub out the CH. For those of you that don’t know me well I don’t get overly excited or upset about anything. In other words I’m pretty chill but last night I woke Kyle up from his dead sleep yelling my leg hurts, and he jumped in to action trying to rub it out while I yelled at him.

It’s regular morning hours now and my calf is so sore. The day can only go up from here.

We sold our other metro(we used to have a fleet) and now we are down to one…sorta. My husband was having one of his metro’s worked on and the guy up and left with our metro and a crappy van he bought on accident. I’m still very heated about this guy. I hope karma kicks in. I mean who just takes peoples things?

So more often than not people are a little bit flabbergasted that my husband married me and not some hippie. I met a couple yesterday that are friends with Kyle and had never met me, and that’s when I got the  “Really”…how long ya’ll been married? Opposites attract and we just happen to love each other through our differences. It just hit me in a bad way yesterday, and I wanted to ask what kind of girl they expected.

My brother and I were watching Brazil play soccer Sunday:

Me: hey john

Him: Ya

Me: I wake up in the morning feelin like P diddy

Him: Have you been to the doctor about that?

Me:(Shaking my head no)

1/2 bunch kale

1 banana

1/4 c. red grapes

1 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp. cinnamon

1 dash cayenne pepper (to taste)

1/2 c. ice

1/2 c. water (or until consistency is reached)

He’s not afraid to do crazy dances in public

He knows something about everything and could talk to a wall if need be

His mischievous eyes

His love of music, mountains, animals