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Monday, August 23, 2010

200 posts later...


... and I'm still alive and kicking. Sort of. Can we all just pretend this isn't my 200th post? Not that I'm any good at celebrating these sorts of things, in blogger world or the real world. If it weren't for Twin, I would never remember anyone's birthday, and forget about anniversaries. You're on your own with those.

And while I'm on the topic of birthdays, one of the cutest little boys in the whole entire world just had his first birthday. Yup, that's right, little Benny Bugger just turned one. Happy Birthday, Benny Bugger. Sorry I couldn't be there for the festivities.
He likes cake.
And check out the sweet cakes my sister made for Benny Bugger. (One was for his real birthday, and the other was for his birthday party with friends and family. My sister is one of those moms who wouldn't let her sons have cake until their first birthday. Don't judge her. I think it's cute.)
The concept was good, but the execution could have been cleaner.
Coolest cake ever.
I'm sure my sis would want you to know that the first cake was designed by big bro', Owen, who's 3. I think he was in charge of the sprinkles. I'm extremely impressed by the second cake, which I heard only took a mere 4 hours to make. And here I thought she lacked cake making talent. Or maybe she just told me that so I would make her cakes for her. Guess who'll be making her own cakes from now on?

In other birthday news, the G-Man had his birthday this past weekend. He decided a night in Alexandria with a bunch of friends was the way to celebrate. So a bunch of us got a few hotel rooms in Alexandria on Friday night, and we all got gloriously wasted. Or maybe that was just me. But check out the sweet room. I love the picture above the bed. Much better than your typical hotel art.

I totally dive-bombed this bed. Multiple times.
And then I had to stop because I hurt myself.
In related news. You know how I'm super coordinated and totally classy? Of course you do. Well, remember how I had that gnarly toe injury not that long ago? Well guess what? I did it again. Yup. I stubbed my toe up pretty good Friday night, and if it weren't for that previous toe injury, which happened in the safety of a bedroom, while I was sober, I would totally blame the alcohol and the uneven sidewalks of Alexandria. But, also seeing as I had tripped on the uneven bricks earlier in the evening, before any alcohol was consumed, well, I don't think I can blame the alcohol. But maybe I can blame the sidewalks. Or maybe not. I am, after all, the kind of person who takes one thing off of a shelf in the closet and then has eight other things come crashing down on my head. Or the kind of person whose ten lb. purse falls on my head while using the restroom in Target (don't ask).

And since I am in a sharing kind of mood, I have a picture to share with you.

WARNING: PLEASE AVERT YOUR EYES IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH AND/OR CAN'T TOLERATE PICTURES THAT SHOW:
a) TOES
b) GENERAL GROSSNESS
c) TOENAILS IN DESPERATE NEED OF A NEW PAINT JOB or
d) ALL OF THE ABOVE
YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. SERIOUSLY, LOOK AWAY. DON'T GO ANY FURTHER. I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR LOST LUNCHES.

In all its glory, I present to you, my new toe injury...
 
You can click on it to enlarge it. You know you want to.

You may be thinking to yourself, "Wait, haven't we seen this toe injury before?" Well, no, you haven't, but you have seen this toe injured before. And it is quite similar to the last injury, but it is, in fact, a brand new injury. And because I'm in such a good mood today and don't want to make you work too hard (it is Monday, after all), here's a pic of the last toe injury for comparison.


And because you're not grossed out enough (Wait, is there anyone left reading this?), I must add that the new toe injury had two skin flaps that needed to be removed as well as some gravel, some mashed up toenail, and a fuzzy. And there was blood. Lots of blood.

And my birthday gift to the G-Man? He got to clean my toe up on Friday. And then I let him pick gravel out of it with tweezers. Hey, after last year's present, a lousy flying lesson, in a real plane and everything, I knew I had to step it up this year (hee hee. Get it? Step it up? Well, I thought it was funny). And really, what man wouldn't prefer bloody appendages over a flying lesson?

And for the few of you who made it through this travesty I call my 200th post... thanks. Here's hoping I have enough shit to talk about for another 200 posts.

7 comments:

Ellen@FirednFabulous said...

Benny Bugger is the CUTEST! But yeah...I should have heeded your advice to look away sooner...I'm the biggest wimp EVER! Ewww..

Hope said...

I love hotel rooms! And jumping on hotel beds! :p

Tiff said...

Your poor toe....it's been through so much. This post makes me think of a friend of mine (although a lot of her misfortunes aren't as much accidents as they are just general bad luck). Her mom has been in the hospital for about 6 months and in that time my friend has suffered: a broken toe, a severe allergic reaction to Icy Hot, a stomach ulcer and, the kicker, an abscess on her head caused by some kind of insect bite.

She's broken her tailbone 3 times in her life. I've never even KNOWN another person to have broken their tailbone.

Why am I sharing this? I really don't know. Just seemed like a good thing to share!

- Tiff
http://zenalicious.blogspot.com

Amber said...

I admire your willingness to show your toe on the internet. And 200 posts! Congrats. I haven't even made it to 100 yet. So in addition to admiring your willingness to show your toe on the internet I also admire your dedication to blogging.

cbs111 said...

Congrats on 200!

Toe injuries suck! Ohhh and drunk dive bombing hotel beds is one of the greatest pastimes ever.

Jan said...

I'm sorry but I feel the need to share toe injuries.

Some time ago I had the misfortune to drop a rather large paving slab on the big toe of my left foot with the result that my toe sort of exploded, it looked a bit like a squished tomato.

10 yrs later it still hurts but it is still toe shaped (thanks to the ER doc) and I do have a toenail

Krista said...

Okay, in my defense, the three year old was also helping me draw the pictures on the cake! (With the exception of the ants). And I wasn't working on the cake the entire 4 hours, there were other things going on during that time too, but thank you for the compliments.

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