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Being handicapped sucks. When I'm not at work, school or the gym, you can find me here:
The new nurse at work wanted to know how I hurt myself. I told her that my dog and lack of training had caused me to take a tumble. She made a face and said that she'd put a dog down for doing that!! :o I still love my Tootie!
Ah well, being handicapped gives me lots of time to fantasize about Florida!
Here's what I want to rent:
If I grow some balls, I want to meet this guy:
If he agrees to a picture, I am going to ask him to stick his tongue out. ;) Anyone who has watched a Cards game knows that his tongue is out almost constantly!
Haha...I'd probably die before I grew balls big enough to talk to Albert Pujols!
It's fun to think about though!
I also want to meet Yadier Molina.
And of course, my favorite chubby pitcher.
I'm scared that Mr. Bonser won't even be there though! He is having lots of shoulder issues!
In regard to skin, should I go to a tanning bed beforehand or just pile on lots of sunblock? I'm not looking for color, but I also don't want to shock my Minnesota skin! My mom likes to go to tanning beds before her trips to warm places. She claims it's a healthy way to go about it, but knowing that I am constantly chasing her around with sunblock or yelling at her for getting burnt, I'm not sure that I trust her!
I've never been to a warm and sunny place before. Sure, it gets that way around here, but we certainly aren't known for it! I wonder if I'll be able to swim in the ocean? Laura, who used to live in Florida, said that I probably could...