Ginga Rail

Thank you for all your well wishes on my post on Monday. I survived the chiropractor and my back is healed. So apparently my chiropractor is a healer. I even went to the gym on Tuesday (cardio only-nothing extreme) and worked in the garden. Its.a.miracle!

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Anyhoo…..

Have I ever shared with you my thoughts on soda? Well, if you must know {and you must} I think soda is the devils urine. 

There. I said it.

I blame most of my dental problems on drinking the devils urine as a child. 

I very rarely purchase soda for the house; only on special occasions like Ramadan and February 29th. 

Recently, a friend of ours became a distributor for Boylan soda. Have you heard of this? 

It's been around since 1891 and is bottled in New Jersey; which is also where my mom was bottled born so it has to be good. 

No highfructose urine crapola.

The Coach purchased some for Lindsay's graduation party and everyone loved it. Our faves are the Birch beer {root beer} and the ginger ale. But I see they are making a shirley temple soda too; must look into that one. 

A few weeks ago I said: Hey, I'm craving a GINGA Rail! Do we have any?

Coach: You know it's pronounced ginger ale and not ginga rail right?

Me, yes, of course. {Maybe not so much} But it's more fun to say it the way I do!

Every few weeks I'll crave a Ginga rail; and I have to say it out loud to prove that my way is the best AND funnest way to say it. Hey, I'm a southern girl and I need to keep that accent strong!

Who will finish all the projects that I've been procrastinating to work on?

Remember on Friday when I declared what a happy person I was? 

Well, I should have known better than to open my big ole' pie hole. I actually wrote that post on Thursday….and Friday my happiness was ripped from my hands.

I'm suffering for the first time with back pain. 

Must be that monkey that keeps hanging on? Or is it that one little straw? 

OR worse, one of

my girls has actually stepped on a crack?!?

Anyhoo….Friday I was in bed most of the day aside from a mandatory bank visit. 

{Those things don't rob themselves!}

Saturday? Well, the couch and I were best buds on Saturday. Heat for 20 minutes. Ice for 20 minutes. 

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

(That's what the the girls' chiropractor advised and it did help) 

I watched the entire third season of The Killing on netflix. 

I felt like killing. 

I have no idea what I did to myself; not a clue. 

I was ok with the pain until I went on web MD and I found out that I'm suffering with acute kidney failure.

Then I felt even worse. I realized I'm dying and I've not finished the girls scrapbooks yet. 

Did someone just mutter hypochondriac?

Seriously; would someone please take that website down for my mental health?!

My last sunset?

Today, if I survive, I'm going to work and then visiting the chiropractor. Is it just me or does chiropractor sound like I'mpayingforyoutocrackmyback?

I'm askeered!

Please tell me you had a very fun and productive weekend!

XOXOXO

Willy Nilly-If you're happy and you know it.

Joining Tanya and friends and sharing 5 willy nilly thoughts, pics, etc…


1) While talking to a gentleman in another state yesterday I found out that I live in the fourth happiest metropolitan area of the U.S.
I knew I was happy, so I just assumed everyone around me was too….and damn skippy if I wasn't right.

 The study that told me so.

2) I forgot to mention that last week Coach and his girls brought home the 1st place trophy for the World Series fast pitch softball for their age division!! 

They won just hours prior to our Dave Matthews concert...apparently I forgot to mention it because I was so high happy from the show.
I watched part of the game on ESPN3. (internet) I was so happy for him and those hard working girls!

Faces blurred because they are NOT my kiddos. 

3)I'm struggling with some stuff; and it usually ALWAYS involves letting Lindsday go off and do things away from home.
I mostly struggle with her driving places. Ok, not struggle--I downright worry!!
She wants to go off and do things far from home (like most 18year olds) but it's SO hard for me because I know I'll worry the entire time she is on the road.
{Tonight and tomorrow she's driving across the state without the coach or I!}
My girls being in a car accident is one of my biggest fears.
This is why Mom's drink wine get wrinkles.

 Can you imagine what I'd be like if I didn't live in such a happy place?

The baby who wants to go go go.

4) One of my most favorite people on this planet (lets not get into my alien favorites) is celebrating a birthday today; My Aunt Trisha! I LOVE her so much and she always makes me happy. 
Happy birthday AT!

My Cuz Patrick, my Uncle Jim, My Madre and the birthday girl. 

5) It's Friday people! Get out there and be happy-even if you don't live in my town!

The *high*light of our weekend

The highlight of my very bad weekend came Saturday night; Thursday and Friday were a bust. Apparently Mother Nature is mad at me for a crime I committed in one of my past lives because she insists on my suffering.

 On top of that, our house makes me angry sometimes. I can't have one thing updated/repaired without two others breaking.

 (Pressure washing the house = no water for a day + a broken gate = Suz bathing in the pool and cussing profusely!)

I went as far as logging onto Zillow and shopped for houses. That lasted 8 minutes when I realized I hated all the other houses more. 

Did I hear someone mutter mood swinger??

The good part of this post…. because there is one:

Saturday the Coach and I were reunited on the other coast after a week apart.

We had tickets with our good East Coast Gang friends to see The Dave Matthews Band. 

This might have been my 16th time? 17? 18th?

I've lost track and you'll soon know why.  

We decided to bring the girls since we had VIP tickets. 

Me to our friends: Hey, take a picture of the four of us!

Since Coach wasn't really paying attention I got up in his grill. 

Yes, I thought it was funny….

The second picture I heard behind me: 

"I carry a picture of her in my wallet.

She carries a picture of my wallet in her wallet."

He is a funny guy!!

And I don't carry any pictures in my wallet. Duh. 

We had a blast. I'd warned the girls about the wafting maryjane in the air….but OMG!!

Those darn 40 year old hippies are keeping the canabis growers in business. 

The air was thick with it and I might still be high.

We had a fantastic time. From what I remember since I was stoned. Just kidding.

I think. 

I can't remember.

HA!

So, what did you do this weekend?