It's all good

This was on the white board in my doctor's office.
 It is another patient's cartoon of him and it cracked me up.

Well, I survived.  Made it tot he doctor yesterday and the dramatic pause in detail delivery resulted in this:

"It's not torn.  It actually looks like the early signs of Arthritis.  Since it isn't that bad yet, and you are pretty young, I say go live it up, because eventually you will need knee surgery and you won't be able to do squat."

I absolutely love the honesty my doctor has.  He has always just laid it out there. ahhaha!

So I am good to go with a possibly surgery way far down the line. SWEET!  Knee = a.ok.

I did have bad news yesterday.  I cracked a tooth and had to get a crown put in.  I look at it this way, my mouth is royal!

I am pretty excited for this weekend.  Husbunny and I have some friends in from Seattle visiting!  I have seen my friend in about 2 years so I am pretty excited that she is here.  I hope to remember to take lots of pictures so that I have good stuff to look at on this here blog!  Eventually I hope to have followers ahahhaha. But if I never do, I am ok with it as this is good for my creative soul.

Speaking of.....Husbunny and I have been talking a lot about moving up to Portland, OR.  We were supposed to go about 2 years ago, but I was injured and needed to stay with my current job to get the insurance benes.  I also had taken on a "better" role in the company (it was not as it was advertised to be, that will be a different post) and was staying to hopefully build up a savings nest egg. 

We are revisiting that whole moving thing and BOY am I falling in love with it!  I have always loved the Pacific Northwest and the super saturated green of the landscape.  Portland just felt like a good fit.  And again, more on this in future posts.  

You take away the very part of me.....

I don't know what it is, if I am not paying attention, if I am not as graceful as I thought I was, if I am a klutz, or if it is just destiny, but it seems like every year, without fail, I hack off some part of me in a freak cooking accident.

Last year was the left pointer finger tip whilst cutting corn on the cob.

The year before that I was over zealously chewing gum and bit the tiniest tip of my tongue off.

The year before that, I fell and grated a bunch of right elbow off.

What happened this year you ask?  Well I was in my kitchen last night, gearing up for my first ever "cooking post complete with photos".  I was going to show you all how I created sweet and sour tofu.  I had it all set up and ready.  I got 2 shots of the ingredients in the whole forms.  I was using the mandolin slicer and had just finished slicing up some glorious yellow squash, when I brazenly moved onto the carrots.

Had I offended a carrot prior to this?  Was I not gentle in their removal of their bag home?  Apparently, I had done something UNFORGIVABLE to these root vegetables.  Or my cat.  Because that little bastard chose that moment to flip out and jump on me while I was slicing those carrots (without the handle the mandolin slicer came with, I know, its my own fault) when FLIT.  Off came the tip of my right pinky, and onto the floor. And that bastard cat took off with it!  Now It may seem like I chopped a whole segment off.  It is my awe at the amount of pain and blood of the situation that makes my words fall out my mouth all exageratey.  It was a small piece.  Still, that piece is gone.  And I have  a(nother)  finger with a divot missing out of it.

The food was good.  But you all will never know what it looked like.  RIP Pinky Tip.