I have an alien baby in my neck. Apparently I am stressed, a lot. I woke up yesterday morning with a weird little tweek in my neck... my thoughts on the matter: Ouch that hurts, maybe I should try and pop my neck. Hmm nope, didn't fix it. Interesting, oh well.. I have to go see Dr. T for spinal traction stuff anyways so I'll just let him have a go at it. I go and have the snap, crackle, pop treatment done as usual. I leave feeling great. By the time I get to Denver that night my neck is stiff. Joey, being the sweet man he is, agrees to give me a neck rub. He is impressed by the lump, I am not impressed by the lump. My meh this is no big deal approach has evolved into holy cow, what is wrong with my neck?!? Why can't I turn my head??? And damn it! I'm going to look like Quasimodo tomorrow for graduation. At that point I was going through the stage where I am convinced that my body is just falling apart lately and I don't get it. Joey tries to comfort me, and says "ha ha, you're getting old." My rebuttal was something along the lines "Must be contagious" with a look that says I've got more ammo than you, I win. :) I enjoy sparring with Joey. He can keep up with me and it is very refreshing. Don't worry friends and family O' Pinkerton. I'll let him win every now and then. I'm a giver like that.
Soooo... the fam-dam-ly is on it's way here. AHH!!!!!!! (that was terror, not excitement). I've got a LOT of stuff to do before they get here. Like clean my room, go grocery shopping so I can make them dinner, learn how to cook in the next 5 hours so I can make them dinner, and fix my neck because I am going to be tackled by a raging 3 year old who has been stuck in a car all day. I'm well liked because I play tag with him and I am the only one dumb enough to actually climb all over the play ground equipment with him for hours. Slides are fun, what can I say. The first thing he'll do when he gets here is run out of car and give me a hug which will end up with me on my butt in the drive way. Then he'll grab my hand and start dragging me towards the park behind my house. Cute kid... Lol, he made me a care package. From what I have heard it has Cheetos, fruit snacks, beef jerky and matchbox cars in it. Two of the three of those are currently already in my cupboard, and I have a couple cars left over from the last time he came to visit. The jerky is going home with joey since he uses that to re-fuel on his rides. But all in all Everest knows me pretty well, that or I have the same taste as a three year old boy... hmmm, I have mixed feelings on that one. Alright, I'm off to get things done in a very slow, non-neck moving way.
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