The end of my weekend

So yesterday my friend wanted to go out to our local lake. Which to normal people isn't really a lake just like a really big pond.

Anyway I said yes even though I wasn't exactly feeling the greatest but I figured I might was well get out and soak up some sun while I can.

I took some Tylenol, put on my swimsuit, and headed for the beach.

We got there and there were only a few people there which is always good. (More room for us)

We had brought my friend, Brenna's, cousins and little sister. And we invited a few friends out.

After tanning for a little bit then going into the water for a little swim. We went over to the dock, where people fish, to watch Brenna's cousins to make sure no one drowned or something.

I sat down and was soaking my feet and getting the sand off. I stood up and watch them push each other in. I made the comment I didn't want to be pushed in. So we stood there and talked. I had my back turned and Brenna felt the need to run up behind me and push me in.

I had my hand on a pole that holds the dock in place. And as I had stated earlier that I didn't want to be pushed in, I held onto the pole for dear life.

I was already close to the shallow end even when I was standing on the dock.

Needless to say I ended up landing on some rocks. (Owww)

So as soon as I get out of the water I realize my knee hurts a little bit, I look down to a trail of blood running down my leg. (O great, now I don't feel good because apparently I developed a thing where I don't like blood.)

So I walk to the car with my vision not at its fullest because Ive become light headed. And I call my father because he's an EMT and I trust his judgement.

He thinks I should at least go to the ER so I can get a tetanus shot since I don't remember the last time I had one. And since you never know whats in that water I really wanted one.

I have Shane, my sisters boyfriend, come to the lake to bring me some gauze and take me to the ER.

I get to the ER and meet up with my mom and dad. We go in and I get to go get some stitches in my knee. First time for stitches for me. But the doc was nice enough to numb me up twice. I couldn't feel anything. And he kept saying he was sorry if he hurt me.

So he prescribed me some antibiotics but no pain killers. And I wish he would have after the numbing stuff wore off.

Only a couple days on antibiotics and 12 days with the stitches in and I should be back to normal.

The fun doesnt stop there.

During the weekend after work one night I couldn't find anything to do and I was feeling pretty down about it.

Anyway I decided I was hungry, like a lion, and wanted to make me some food.

Now I wasn't super hungry because I ate some food before work but anyways.

I decided on a couple eggs. (Good choice Lindsey, *pat myself on the back*, they were really good in the end.)

So I got through with my first egg. Success! Then right as I'm putting my first egg on the plate in the corner of my eye I see something moving.

I had set the other egg on our microwave cart to be closer to the stove so I wouldn't have to move around alot and could just reach over and grab it. (Bad Idea)

The next thing I know as I'm turning my head I watch as it falls to the ground. (Great, just what I needed)

So now the first egg is starting to get cold while I have to clean up the second egg off the floor, while yelling at little man to stay out of the kitchen because I didn't want him to eat it.

So got the mess cleaned up and its back to the stove to make a second egg. And they did end up tasting really good.
Although the good thing is I now know which way our kitchen floor slants.

Peanut Butter Swirl Brownies.

So the newspaper my parents get has a section where they put a recipe or two for that day.

One day this one caught my eye.

As you can tell from the title of the post that they are Peanut Butter Swirl Brownies.

Its pretty simple actually.

Your suppose to get a box of brownie mix and make as directed.

Then you microwave about a 1/4 cup peanut butter until melted.

After you've put the brownie mix in the pan, you pour the peanut butter over the brownies and swirl it around.

Then you bake the brownies as directed on box.

And since I cant just give you guys some random recipe without trying it myself. Of course I had to eat one for 'testing purposes'. There not bad but their not roll-around-on-the-floor-orgasm brownies. I honestly think I used to much peanut butter because I didn't measure it out like I was suppose to I kind of guessed at it.

O well. Don't worry next time Ill give you guys a really good recipe, promise!

Im on a boat... Or maybe just crashing into one.

Ok first I just want to say that I really don't like the song, I'm On A Boat. But it seemed to go with this blog post.

I know its been a couple days since Ive blogged about anything but Ive been busy, and I would like to once again apologize for that.

Well what has happened since the last time I blogged.....

Some day last week Ashley, my roommate, showed me a picture of what my friend decided to do to her car.

I'm going to give you some detail and you can make your own decision.

She wasn't texting (so she say), it was in the afternoon so it wasn't dark in any way shape or form, and she was completely sober because she was on her way home from school.

Now apparently she decided it would be a good idea to crash her car into a non-moving boat that was not hooked to a car and was parked in the owners driveway.

Now you tell me if that doesn't sound a little odd to you?

Not to mention the only time that she has a probably driving is when she is texting because she has her phone in her lap and doesn't look up every once in awhile to make sure shes still in her lane.

The reason why I'm being a little mean is because hasn't really told anyone what really happened.

And don't start freaking out when you see the picture because all she did was sprain her wrist. And the boat is ok!

Hey sorry to keep you waiting

Ive been pretty busy the past couple days and have had some crazy stuff happen. And today seems to be another one of those days.

So your going to have to wait a little while longer, for those that take the time to read my blog, until I'm able to sit down for 5 minutes at a time to tell you whats been going on.

Sorry....(Man I miss this game)

Am I not turtle enough for the turtle club?

Not only is that a great movie (The Master of Disguise) but it also goes along with today's blog.
Last night Ashley's mom rescued a small turtle from the highway while at work. She decided that Ashley and my self's home would be good for it.
She brought it to the house around midnight once she got back into town from work. He arrived in a box and she had bought it some lettuce to munch on.
He now is living in our bathtub until we are able to get him a better home.
We haven't named him and were not even sure that he is a he.
This is my first time owning a turtle, even though Mikey and Shane have two and my sister, Ashley's, boyfriend, Andrew, has a tortoise.
Any ideas for a good name?

Last night was a pain in my side.

I worked, of course, last night at the bar. It was slow and my favorite regulars didn't come in.
Anyway I got home, not long before Ashley left for work.
I was comfy on the couch in a pretty decent mood (minus the anger towards Daniel) writing to my pen pals.
Then I received a call from Ashley asking me for a favor. Of course I hate when she asks me that, because I'm probably not going to want to do it but end up doing it because there's no one else to do it. She had left her bank card on the table and she doesn't carry cash. Not to mention she buys food during her shift at work so she needed it.
I agreed, sadly and angrily to do it. Knowing that it was going to take time out of my night when I was the most productive.
As I started my trip to where she works I was still arguing with Daniel, over something that didn't need to be argued and I apologized this morning for it. So not only was I sad and upset about that but I was also angry because I had to do Ashley her favor.
You know with all the favors Ive done her, she is going to have to do something really big to make up for all of it.
Anyway. Not only was I on a country highway but I also had to keep my eyes open for deer that might be in the ditches plotting to make an attack on my car.
Then when I was a little less than half way there it started to rain. Not to bad at first but then it started to down pour and I could only see a few feet in front of me slowing me dramatically in my quest to make it there safely.
I finally made it. But the rain hadn't let up and I wanted to get home and be comfy again. So at my slower that a grandma driving pace, I made my way back to my comfy couch.
And during my long drive I had time to calm down and allow myself to be in a better mood when I arrived home.