I've been really sad that I haven't had more time to post on here. my head feels like it's going to explode with all of the stuff i have to share. sadly though i'll be posting even less in the coming weeks. today we went riding and i decided to try to go through the side of a hill as opposed to around it. silly me. so now i'm sporting a fashionable brace with a lovely khaki wrap for my broken wrist. i will have it casted sometime this week. what color should i pick?
for now i'm typing with my left hand and i'm not so quick. when i do get to post it'll be our life in pictures. you can do something fun like make up a story to go along.
g sr thought it would be fun for this picture if i had on my i [heart] dirt shirt with my dirty face.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Vacation...sort of...not really
Posted by Sugarcoma at 8:16 PM
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Oh no! Hope you feel better soon. Let me what I can do to help.
Always around - Never through :D
I am so sorry, how awful. What a drag. I think you should pick green.. I have never broken anything, but i always thought that if i did i would pick a green cast........ not the bright green either, the very cool forest green. I don't even know if they have forest green.. Do we get to sign it????
you poor thing... :(
If you feel like you'll burst with bloggable content I'd be happy to lend myself to the cause of being your stenographer. just let me know.
Chris flies out on Friday, we should hang out after G sr goes to work. I mean, what else are you gonna do? :(
So sorry it's broke. :( I hope they gave you some good pain meds. Hang in there.
OH MY GOODNESS! You're the third gal at church with a broken wrist! What is up with you wild women? You poor thing! I'm SO sorry for you! Hope you're not in too much pain!
Ok, seriously. You can't even *try* capitalization? :D
That's not so bad. When I had my motorcycle, I went on some winding canyon road, bailed, went down the side of the canyon, and had to climb back up and ride home with a shattered elbow.
It's all about the memories.
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