Soup and Sutures

I have never had stitches due to an injury. I know this comes as more than shocking for those of you who really know me. I am more than accident prone. I have things happen to me that don't happen to normal folks. Like the light fixture that fell square on my head, or the time that I got frostbite all over my hands from carrying in a bronze statue in the middle of winter, or the time the parking garage crossing arm came down on top of my head... You get the picture.

Well, tonight I got myself some stitches from a little mishap while I was cooking dinner from this little delight...
So tonight I was making a tasty little soup from this gem of a cookbook. I was chopping vegetables and decided the knife I was using, just wasn't cutting it (literally and figuratively) so I decided to bust out the new knives that we got for Christmas. As I was hand washing it before I used it, I had a little slip-slip-a-roo and took a nice slice through my finger. Ooopsy poopsy. There was a lot of blood, but I insisted I would be fine with a rag and pressure on the wound. Well all was fine until I got the feeling I was going to pass out. Still, I insisted that I would be fine, but my Ma stated otherwise and forced me to go to InstaCare. A few stitches later and I was on my way and as good as new.

Here is what it looked like after they cleaned an numbed it...

Here are the stitches. See, just a mere flesh wound...

(And in case you were wondering, luckily I didn't bleed in the soup. I came home and finished cooking it, and it was delightful!)

Note To Self...New knives are sharp. Proceed with caution.

Rockin With The Rythmn Of The Rain (and the Judds)

So last night I had a blast and a half, and a music dream came true...I went to see The Judds: The Last Encore. We all know I am a big Wynonna fan. (If you need a background on this, click here to check out a previous post about her and a highlight moment in my life.) Back to the concert... Say what you may, but it was delightful! They played for close to three hours and sang almost all of their hits. I will just say that Wynonna was as powerful and amazing as ever. Her mom on the other hand is a bit of a different story. Bless her red head, but I think that most of her parts are now plastic and I am pretty sure she has lost her mind! I think you will be able to see what I mean in the follow pictures...

Case in point...Here is Naomi trying not to fall off of her seat and/or expose her 'goodies' to the crowd (Wynonna did point out that she was glad to see that she was wearing her Spanx with the dress):

(I would like to also note that the salmon colored drapery she is wearing was more like a cape attached to shiny bracelets. As Wynonna said, "If it's not one thing, it's your mother!")

I was a bit excited to be there, can you tell?...

Blown away and amazed during intermission...

It was so bloody much fun. I wish you all could've been there. So next time Wy comes to town, are you in?...

The Fuzz And Fines...

This is just a fair little warning to all of you lovelies out there...When they say "Click It Or Ticket" THEY MEAN IT!

Why do I offer such a warning and how do I know such a fact? Some girl I know just had it happen to her... Okay, fine! It was me!

The other day I was in the car with my ma when all of the sudden those lovely flashing lights appeared in the rear view mirror. She pulls over. The officer approaches the window and asks her if she knows why he pulled her over. She lies and says "No, officer. I don't." He proceeds to tell her that it is because she changed two lanes at once without signaling. She apologizes. The fine officer then goes on to say, "Mam, I will just give you a warning on this, but I noticed that your passenger isn't wearing a seat belt. I am going to have to give her a ticket." (I am in disbelief here. But just wait, the astonishment increases dramatically...)
He takes our licenses and heads back to his car. As this is happening my Ma is using profanity saying that she is going to get a ticket anyway because her registration is expired.

Fast forward to Officer Friendly's return to our car window...

Mam (speaking to my Ma), I also noticed that your registration is expired. So I am going to issue you a warning for that as well. Ma proceeds with this monstrous lie "Oh officer, I guess I didn't realize that it was expired. I will get that taken care of right away!" And for you mam (speaking now to me), will you please sign this ticket? (Oh sweet mother of mercy, I should have had a seat belt on to hold me in the vehicle before I flew off into orbit due to the lies from my Ma and the pardon being given to her and her poor driving skills!)

So long story short, I went in to pay my ticket (I went in because it said in the letter I received in the mail that you would be charged $5 additional dollars if you paid by debit or credit card when you sent it in). And guess what?!? Those greedy jerks charged me the $5 anyway for using my debit card!!! I know, I couldn't believe it either.

(As a side note, the only consolation I got out of all of this is that my citation # ended in 6969...No joke, it really did.)

So ladies and gentlemen when you look at your seatbelt, you better click it or you will be paying your fine city 50 big ones...