Friday, June 16, 2006


In the Red Hot Chili Peppers song "Dani California," of the 7 states named, I've lived in 4. In the same song, of the 1 girl's name mentioned, I have a goddaughter and a cousin by that name. Of course, neither of them have the last name California. But my goddaughter lives in California. And my sister owns a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD. I know, right? Coincidences all around.

New pictures on Drew's flickr account. I like this one.


SWEET BLUE BUDDHA THAT HURT. Number one, the strongest adhesive in the world being ripped from the hairs I want to keep firmly in place. Number two, the GIGANTIC SPONGE coming out of my teeny tiny wound... Okay, y'all, I'm not too proud to admit that I was screaming, pleading with God to make it stop, and nearly grabbed the nurse's butt in my undignified flailing.

And they want me to do that 3 times a week? They can just bugger off. I took 2 oxycodones AND a naproxen and I was in that much pain, and they want me to do that 3 times a week. Whatevs. Epidural, and we'll talk. The nurse was all "You know the healing time is much faster, and the risk of infection is much lower, right?" I was all "Woman, please." She was all "Do you have to send it back?" I was all "Viking burial."

Wow, so I'm not feeling so random anymore. Besides, I have to pump. Yeahhhh.


Melinda Barton said...

Okay, the pic of the breast milk... so not necessary. So glad I was bottle fed. And for all those mothers being bullsh*tted that kids who bottle feed aren't as smart... I'm freaking brilliant, really. The breast thing does help with the bonding and the immune system though from what I've heard. Maybe I need to breast feed. Hmmmmmmm.... Judy?
Just thought you'd need this while you're stoned. Oh... and did you ever wonder if the chocolate easter bunnies and the marshmallow chicks could ever really live in peace?

javafoofoo said...

Okay, I swear, Ace better treat you right while he's growing up, or I swear, one of these days...

I wish I could be there for you to go "ewwww" and make you quadruple fudge brownies (or anything thing else that would make ya feel better-hmm, maybe brownies laced with valium...)

Y'all get through this darling. Just think on how funny all this will be many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many years from now. okay, myabe funny is not the right word....

Mad Love, dahlin'