Update

Today, hubs and I had to go to the office to run billing so I made sure that I took my camera with me. I really thought that Dairy Queen would have fixed their mistake by today but, as we drove past it, the sign still said "bowel" instead of "bowl". So, hubs pulled over on the side of the road (and let me tell you, we risked our lives for this) and I snapped a couple of pictures. Here for your entertainment:



Now, being the nice person that I am, I went inside (after snapping the pictures of course) and found the manager. Here is how the conversation went:

Me: I just wanted to let you know something about your billboard.
Her: Oh, what is that?
Me: It says "Turtle Waffle Bowel" instead of "Turtle Waffle Bowl".
Her: {Really confused look}
Me: In other words, it has an "e" between the "w" and "l" making it sound like you are selling a sundae made out of the lower intestinal tract of a turtle.
Her: Oh my, the wind must have blown some letters around.
Me: Um, yeah, must have. Good Day.

Tell me, folks, does it look like the wind blew those letters? Oh, and by the way, when I left town 3 hours later, the sign still had not been changed.

Sounds Appetizing!

This morning as I was driving into work, I noticed Dairy Queens newest dessert advertised on thier billboard.

New! Turtle Waffle Bowel Sundae

I called hubs and told him to grab my camera, but he walked out the door and forgot it. If they haven't figured out that turtle bowel just doesn't sound very appetizing to most people by tomorrow, I'll bring my camera over here and get a picture for you.

June 15, 1994 - Revisited

As promised, I am not going to dwell or cry on my birthday, but I do want to re-live what was my 22nd birthday. It was June 15, 1994. The day started out pretty much the same as any other day. My sister was in town from Kansas but staying with my mother. Hubs (who was still significant other at the time) was working at the Nissan dealership from bell to bell (for those of you not familiar with car dealership lingo that means from open to close) because I was 9 months pregnant and very hormonal we needed the money.

I picked up my sister sometime around lunch and we went and did some shopping. Nothing special. I had my weekly Dr. appointment at 3:00 and the Dr. told me to enjoy being pregnant for at least another week. I had not progressed ANY from the week before so I left there with my head hung low. Miserable. Way pregnant. In the middle of June. In hot, humid Austin, Tx. Need I say more? I know the answer is probably no, but get over it. This is where it gets interesting.

My sister and I had appointments to get our hair cut immediately after the doctor visit. To say that I was depressed would be an understatement. We were both done with our appointments about the same time and headed out the door. As we were leaving, there was a woman that looked EXACTLY like my great-grandmother who had passed away several years before. She was sitting in the waiting area and as we were walking out the door, she looked directly in my eyes, smiled and nodded. I had goosebumps like you would not believe. When we got outside, my sister and I both looked at each other and (at the exact same time) said "That was Nanny Copeland!"

Now, here is where it gets interesting. At this time it was 5:15 pm. That would mean 5:00 traffic in Austin. Our hair appointment was in central Austin and we were headed to my mom's house in North Austin. For anyone familiar with Austin, that means stop and go traffic down Mopac for about 30 - 45 minutes, depending on the day. June 15, 1994, though? Smooth sailing all the way to Duvall Rd. We made it in a matter of minutes. We were sitting at the stoplight at Duvall and Mopac when I apparently made a funny face because my sister asked what was wrong. All I could think of was that this being inside of me was doing some funny shit. We got to Mom's house and the nausea set in. Now, keep in mind, this is my birthday. My dad had planned a dinner for me and I was expected to be at his (then girlfriend's house) in an hour. I was in no mood for dinner, so I called him and told him that I was not feeling very well and I was going to lay down and if I felt better later, I would come on over. Wow. He. Was. Pissed.

At this point, I got up from my resting place on the sofa to see if I could walk off the nausea. Ouch. No such luck. My mom asked me if I was sure that I wasn't having contractions. "Hell, I don't know! I've never done this before. You tell me!" So, here I am. Doc tells me she feels certain that I will see her next week and Mom is asking if I'm in labor. So, we decided to start timing the my moments of "I'm about to puke!" Seven minutes and getting closer.

Much to my disapproval, Mom decided it was time for me to call and tell hubs to get home. Now. Hubs gets there and we headed to the hospital. Time: 7:30 pm. I was "checked" and I had made significant progress from my Dr. appt. so I would definately be staying. My dad was called and told that I would DEFINATELY not be coming over for dinner. About an hour later, I had all kinds of guests at the hospital. Apparently, my dad had been planning a suprise party for me and that is why he was so upset that I wouldn't be coming! My oldest sister and her friend Vicky came to see me as well. (One of our favorite stories comes from their visit. They had both just gotten their nails done. My sister was holding my hand which was up near my face and I told her to get her hands away from me or I was going to throw up all over her.)

So, here I was. Officially 22 years old. In labor. It was now 11:45 and the doc comes in and says it will be time to push in just a few minutes. Push? You mean I actually have to do something to get this beast out of me? WTF? No one told me about this part of it. 12:00 am on July 16 doc says "Push". 12:16 am, doc says "You have a beautiful baby girl." And that I did. All 8lbs, 14 oz of her.

In honor of her turning into an official teenager (and to make up for my not finishing my "13 Years in 9 Weeks sequel, I would love for you to watch a photo montage of the BEST birthday present God has EVER given me. The song is by Mark Harris and is called "Find Your Wings" and the pictures are, well, priceless.

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

To the Nice Old Man At Wal-Mart

Thank you! You made my day. I will admit that I was a little shocked when you walked up to my window and waited for me to roll it down. I was even more shocked when you proceeded to tell me how attractive you thought I was. What I was happiest about, though, was when you handed me my purse after I had that massive brain fart and left it in the cart that I had put in the cart return! Had you not been there, I probably would have lost all of its contents with the exception of my cell phone which I was talking on. Come to think of it, my talking on the phone is probably what made me leave the damn thing in the cart in the first place!