Ah yes, yet another fourth of July. A time of weenie roasting, blowing things up and drinking beer. All and all it's a pretty decent holiday. You get the excitement as well as the romance , hip hip hooray! Let's see last year the fourth was celebrated by an awesome BBQ thrown by my Aussie friend Jason. Mmm...Jason's cooking..drool... (sadly he has since returned to the land down under, and I miss both his food and his company immensely. There are rumors that he'll be coming up back to the states in a few months for a visit. My fingers are crossed and my tummy is waiting). That evening topped off with a hike up to watch the fireworks explode in all of their sparkly glory. I was a rather pathetic sight on the way to the chosen spot for the fireworks display as I was on crutches at the time do to a slight mishap while riding White ranch. Aka every one was far, far ahead of me, and I was cursing in a muppet voice about my stupid freaken frackle leg, and that stupid freaken rock and that stupid crunching sound and that stupid freaken....you get the idea. It was well worth the jaunt there though as it was a spectacular view. Lol, everyone smoked cigars and talked about all that was beautiful in life. Good times... Mmm... Jason's cooking....drool.
This year the festivities will be taking a slightly different route. Joey and are I going to Hutch-i-son's wedding down in Lyons. :) It should be beautiful and the idea of things exploding and weenie roasting seems right up his alley. I'm pretty stoked to have two legs to walk on so that means two thumbs up from this peanut in the gallery. Although I do need to get high heels at some point today so we'll see if I have managed to fall down and break anything by the end of it all. Lol, other biking injuries from long ago are currently plaguing me however. I took a digger last year that was more of an endo then I would like to admit. It resulted in me slamming down on my shoulder nice and hard and in turn not being able to grasp the handlebars on the very slow and painful ride back down to my car. Actually that shoulder injury was what started the whole having to do spinal traction BS but that is off topic. So I got the shoulder injury and that arm was at about 50% for the next couple of months when finally there was this disgustingly loud pop and I could move again. YAY! lol, since then I have heard that disgusting pop a couple more times with more of a BOO! result. The most recent time was yesterday afternoon. I was laying down on my bed reading while waiting for a phone call from my friend Al. The phone was sitting on my chest and I must of forgotten it was there because when it rang my initial startled response was to jump three feet up in the air, grab the phone, fling it as far as I could, and then fall out of bed. This symphony of rapid, slap stick comedy movements ended in that disgusting pop and with me curled up in a little ball on my floor. Getting dressed, sleeping on my right side and giving people high fives up top were a lot more fun before 3 pm yesterday. But meh, it will get better at some point I'm sure...and oh boy do I look forward to that pop, numb yet still painful feeling and then being able to raise both my arms and shout "Hell yeah!" (then in a much smaller, more pathetic voice cry out... mommy!) I'm going to add the shoulder to the now quirkiness that is my body.. yeah.. I remember the days when I just bounced instead of broke. ha ha... I also have a collar bone that pops out through a hole in the ligaments now due to one Halloween where I some how managed to convince myself that there was a werewolf in the bushes. Which meant that when I heard fierce barking I ran backwards and fell off a stone wall into a ditch. That was a fun month or so in a sling and every time I saw that stupid little poodle I really wanted to just pick it up and throw it in the river. But that is another story for some other time... and yes, for all you dog lovers out there.. the poodle was fine and lived a happy life until it died of old doggie age. I'm fine too, thanks for asking.. no, there's no mental scarring. Not at all... really... sniff.. I love the fact that I now have a collar bone that makes people respond with "ewww, that's sick."
Alrighty me and the quirky body that I claim as my own are going to go and find heels somewhere so that I can tempt the falling down god to another round of how red can sara's face get today? Hasta pasta dudes . I hope you have a great fourth!
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