Why staying up until 5:00 a.m. is not a good idea

Marta asked if I wanted to help chaperone her middle school choral lock in at the fun zone place last night. It was from midnight to 5:00 a.m. Since there was free go-karting in it for me, I said sure. First off, I'm not one to start an activity around midnight, so the obvious solution was to inject caffeine directly into my veins. I am, however, not going to do that, so instead I drank two huge cups of it... same difference. Don't worry, one was a milky way, which could best be described as a yummy milkshake with almost no taste of coffee at all, and the other was a mocha, so I didn't actually have to put up with the fowl taste of coffee. And if you are one that likes that flavor, I say you must not have milk shakes often enough, because they are much better!

Anyway, I was under the impression that this place was like ten minutes away... I was wrong. It was over 30 minutes away, plus my GPS got me lost. Now I know that you're thinking... that's not possible... oh yes it is! I ended up about two miles from the place, in a construction site, with no go=karts... though admittedly the crane looked fun. I asked at a gas station, the man thought I was asking where the gentlemen's club was... he thought I was a STRIPPER. I had on an MSU sweatshirt... geez. Also, how exacly does "the putt-putt place" bring to mind a gentlemen's club? I don't go to them, so I'm really asking. In fairness his english was not fantastic... obviously.

So I finally found the place, thanks to Marta, two chaperones, and the bus driver. We go-karted, putt-putted and played dance dance revolution for 4 hours. I sucked at that, so I just kept pushing Marta off... very funny. All in all, well worth the fun night, and the really funny story.

my right boob

Good title right? I seem to have pulled a muscle in my right boob. I guess I either did this running with the dog, or at the gym. Either way, I'm beginning to appreciate the male brain, as I have now honestly spent most of my day thinking about my boob. Now, in fairness, I'm only doing this because everytime I breath / move a stabbing pain hits it, but still... it's a sliver of what it must be like to be a man... well a man that likes boobies...

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Are you kidding. Do your honestly think I'd put of a picture of that?

superman

So the news of the week would be that my father fell off the roof on Wednesday night. His ladder slipped, and he hit the driveway on his face. Insert blood, screaming, and the ER... he's OK, THANK GOD!!!!!! Good even, considering one isn't specifically crafted to fall onto one's face from the roof... Now, this is a terrible, life changing event, but since it did not end in catastrophe, let us speculate on what we can learn from this:

1. People don't fly well... at least not on their own.
2. After falling off a roof, you can actually be called lucky.
3. Live in the moment, because you might fall from a roof soon.
4. You actually can't break steel... way to go Dad! (You can, however, bruise it, give it a large gash on it's head, get blood all over the driveway, and make it feel like it was run over by a train for a week or two, so we are NOT suggesting you try this at home)

I love you Dad. I'm glad you're OK... let's keep both feet on the ground for a while, shall we?

Caroline, or Change

flowers from Marta and Guy

These are beautiful. Thank you!!!!!

ouch

My finger hurts. Here's a picture of the specific finger that hurts. I don't think you can see the spot too well, but it hurts and is tender to the touch. While I do acknowledge that you might not care about this, this is my blog and I can write about whatever I want to. OK I just found the Neosporin... hold on... k... soothing...good stuff. To be continued....

The sewer

I got out of my car, innocently stepped onto my front lawn, stepped on something black in the grass, and promply fell through the "black thing" and into the sewer! No, I am not making this up... how could I? I would like to take a moment to personally thank Nat for his reminder that snakes, rats, lizards, swamp thing, and quite possibly big foot all live in the sewers. Thank you for that. I'm fine... until the creatures get out of the now uncovered hole, or as I like to call it, scene of the catastrophe.