Would You Like Some Cheese With That?

Y'all I'm falling apart.

First of all, I'm (still) limping everywhere. I'm about to break down and get my ankle x-rayed, but I don't want to. I don't want to go to the doctor because the doctor is going to tell me to rest. And that's just frustrating so instead I'll limp around in denial. At least I can do the elliptical without any pain. And I can grocery shop. I use the cart like a walker. It's super cool.

As if that wasn't enough, I broke off part of my back tooth. I don't think it's bad. I'm hoping it's just a big chip and not something that needs a crown. But I'm going to the dentist on Monday to find out. Wish me luck.

I'm telling you I'm falling apart.

And while I'm whining . . .

T-ball is going to be the death of me! Some rocket scientists (a.k.a. our Little League Board) have decided that we should start playing by the rules of baseball with umpires, outs, keeping score, etc. People are you serious?!? Have you ever tried explaining the rules of baseball to a four year. Virtual impossibility. I see tears in my future. Lot's of tears. Oh and we "get" to have a t-ball tournament to end the season in May. Okay, really, forget the tournament. I'm over it . . . I don't even care anymore.

Last night I tweeted that they (they meaning Gap and Banana Republic) should make pants for girls with muscles. All of my capris are loose in the waist and tight in the legs right down to my calves. Yes my legs have gained some muscle, but come on they're not huge. On the other hand I'm not a stick. C'mon we need clothes for women with curves.

Because you endured all that whining, you now get to see these pictures showing you a little bit of how our t-ball games play out . . . lucky you . . .

 Please don't ask . . . I have no clue.

Hmmm . . . maybe my legs are bigger than I thought . . .

He seriously can't see a thing. Apparently that's not important in baseball.

See how actively involved we are in the game???

Look dude, you'd better pay attention.

And now you get the gist of how our games go . . . I'll stop torturing you. Please don't stop reading my blog forever. ;)