Welcome to Georgia

That seemed to be the general response whenever I said "I don't understand why.....". "Welcome to Georgia".
Colleen, Tania and I had such a fantastic time and I have the bruises and injured liver to show for it :)

Okay, two quick stories before we actually get to Georgia. About two miles from home at 315am on our way to the airport, there was a semi next to us and their front tire blew out which exploded in front of our windshield. Tania and I both ducked and might have screamed a little! It sounded like a gunshot! Not that I have ever been that close to a gunshot, but that is what I imagine what it would sound like. The car is a little dented and I am still not sure how the windshield is still intact.

Now we are at the airport...Tania and I are sitting in the boarding area waiting for our flight to board when I see a man who looks very familiar. Then he starts talking and I even recognize his voice. A lot of people give me a hard time for the amount of CNN I watch, but it does pay off some time. It was Drew Peterson, the ex cop from Chicago whose most recent 23 year old wife "disappeared" leaving her children behind. After this wife disappeared, Peterson's second or 3rd wife's body was exhumed and it was determined that she did not accidentally drown as was stated on her original death certificate. Of course I had to tell Tania who he was and I think I freaked her out a little bit. He boarded the plane before us but as were were on the plane we got stuck in line and Tania was standing RIGHT NEXT TO HIM and he kept staring at her. It was definitely creepy!

And now on to Georgia! We arrived in Atlanta about 730am and then while waiting for Colleen to pick us up, made a new friend who talked our ears off. She must have thought we were really interested in hearing all about her life but honestly I was only staring at her gold and diamond two front teeth. Seriously!

We went to Hooters for lunch which was a first for me and again, got to hear the life story of our seven month pregnant waitress and how she had a dream that her baby was born with red rat eyes. After our three hour lunch and deep fried pickles (gross), we headed back to Colleen's to hit the pool. Made it to the pool which for some reason had worms in it, but when there is vodka involved, worms don't seem all that bad! I had forgotten since last summer that the pool is only four feet deep and spent the rest of the day walking on my knees in the pool, hence the bruises and scratches. At least I am not the only idiot...Tania has them too. The rest of Friday isn't really worth mentioning. Those who were there know why :)

Saturday was for sleeping in although Colleen dragged her butt up to go to a cheerleading competition. I did not envy her one bit. Since we were all just hanging out on the couch anyway, we decided to watch Lost Boys 2. Now, the only reason we wanted to watch it is because the original was filmed in our hometown so we felt like it was something we had to do. I can honestly say that it was one of the worst movies that I have ever seen. Unfortunately, with the way it ended, you know there is going to a third one so I am sure that a couple years from now we will suffer through that one as well just in case it is better than the second one.

Went to PetSmart and met the adoption girl who is from Spokane. Such a small world! Then we played in the toy aisle at Walmart for awhile and on the way out Jake and Colleen made us try boiled peanuts. Not horrible, but not great either. Played a bunch of games a the apartment wearing dumb hats. Trust me, it was much funnier than it sounds. To give you an idea, Jake was wearing a Hannah Montana hat . That night we went to dinner which was fantastic Mexican and margaritas. Comedy club and dance club followed and we got home about 3am. I saw things on that dance floor that I have never seen in public and hope to never see again. Hands were in places they shouldn't have been and people wearing clothes that they shouldn't have been wearing.

Sunday was jammies and too many hours of I Love 80's on VH1. Colleen made a fantastic dinner which
I am anxious to try at home. It was a wonderful, relaxing day and I could have stayed there longer. The only thing that would have made it better would have been a third couch so we could all lie down :)

Tania and I headed home Monday morning and made it after a somewhat scary shuttle ride to the airport and then a broken plane. We still managed to walk in our door about 5pm. It was definitely hard to leave Colleen again which is silly since we don't even live in the same state. Now I just have to go back to Spokane to see her! Plans are already in the works for February when she gets home from her deployment.

I miss her already!

Two eyes, two ears and.......

Two ovaries! Sure enough, just as I expected, I have two ovaries and my Mom is full of crap :)

I took my girlfriend Tania with me for the ultrasound since she is a nurse. I had thought that the radiology tech would not tell me anything so I wanted Tania there in case she could identify anything on the screen. It turns out there is one cyst on my left ovary but it is very small and the tech said that due to the size it may be classified as a follicle and not a cyst. I still have to wait for my actual doctor to call me with the results, but it would appear that I do not polycystic ovarian disease.

So now I will get a prescription for progesterone to get things going again and see where that takes me.

In the meantime, Tania and I are off to Georgia on Friday for four fun-filled, air mattress sleeping days! There will be coffee in pj's, pool time, comedy club, country bar, Mexican food and margaritas! I am so excited that I get to see Colleen again before she moves back to Spokane but I know it will be hard to leave her next Monday.

Fall TV starts tonight-Biggest Loser!!!

WTF, Mom??

So today I called my Mom to give her the results of my lab work. Everything was normal and I now have a pelvic ultrasound (ick) scheduled for tomorrow. When reminding my mom of this, she says "did you tell them that you only have one ovary?". My response was "um, no Mom because I didn't know that I only have one ovary". She says that she thought she told me that and I reminded her that what she had told me was that one of my childhood hernias perforated a fallopian tube but that the doctor said that it will heal on its own in time. My mom proceeds to tell me that she thought the doctor removed the ovary but then says now she can't remember if he did or if she just read that somewhere as a possible result of the hernia I had 33 years ago!

What the hell? Isn't this the kind of thing you would keep track of and tell your child about perhaps prior to the age of 33? My husband laughed and said maybe one of these days she will tell me that I am adopted. I am still holding out for her telling me who my REAL father is. Granted, I look exactly like the asshole so there is no denying that one, but I can still keep my fingers crossed.