i promise, we are all adults

me with my favorite workout buds.

me (ladybug), kristen (firefly), and steph (bumble bee)

poor little guy

last night was basketball night for James. he plays on a city league team and he loves it. last night was his second game of the season. i was studying/watching tv (i know, bad combo) when he got home so when he walked in i didn't look at him. i just said in my silliest, most mary-ish voice: hey little guy! he said: um, my dear, i hurt myself. then i look over and notice his gait. holy crap he is really hurt! i help him get to the couch and assess the damage. he was in the middle of playing when his knee literally came out and went back in. youch! he said he felt a pop, which is never good. i immediately elevated it, iced it, and gave him 800 milligrams of ibuprofen. am i in nursing school or what?

today i had clinicals all day. i felt bad that i couldn't baby him and grant him his every whim. luckily i was forced to leave early. but that story is for another post. this is about my little guy. his knee is more swollen and painful for him today. we made an appointment with a specialist for next week. he has been on the couch all day, icing and elevating. good boy. i bought him a cane. i know, that's a funny mental picture. don't worry i took an actual picture and put it at the end of this post. he looks like a pimp.

poor little lamb:

so swollen:

sir "wobbles-a-lot" the pimp:

baseball, body pillow, and blankets. what else could a guy want?

i have a new black friend

My friend and I go everywhere together. My friend is so new and we have already been through so much together. We have gone to school on a Friday (I know... ludacris) and assessed many a pregnant woman. I love my new friend. I hear things so clearly through it. Thanks to the awesomest, funniest, and best looking parents ever for sending your grown-up daughter her newest friend.

This is the maximum amount of excited-ness that I can muster at seven in the morning. I was woken up by my phone ringing. Not my cell phone, my home phone. I thought to myself, "surely it's a telemarketer, I'm not going to answer". But then I remembered that today I have clinicals and maybe by the grace of the universe my instructor was calling to cancel. I ran to the phone. He is really sick, bummer. I don't have clinicals, yee haw!

quote of the day

"My teeth look shorter today." -yours truly

my baby sissy

Is my baby sister already 16 years old? Where has the time gone? Sarah went to her first formal highschool dance yesterday with her boyfriend Tanner. I made sure that my Mom took pictures so that I could document it.

oh how cute:

now it's Sarah's turn:

she couldn't figure it out, so my Dad stepped in:

breast cancer walk

Happy Bird Day!

Well, it's Mary Anne McAllister's birthday again and she is a happy and healthy 23 year old. We went on a Birthday Date yesterday and got her some new pants at the mall. The movie that she choose was less than desirable, meaning that two out of the last three years she has picked a really crappy movie to see on her day. Dan in Real Life was the only winner a few years ago. Here are a few of the mandatory pictures of the date that we had:

Here she is all excited about her newly tinted car windows

Is it just me, or does Mary take over 50% of her photos in her car?

Just a thought.

To my girl, I love you and hope that you have the best birthday ever.

-JAMES

there's no use hiding it

i know that everyone loves it when i am home alone and do crazy things. yesterday i was home alone, and extremely bored. i decided to send my family a little sunday afternoon pick-me-up. my sissy decided it would be awesome to put it on her blog. soooo, if you wanna see it, then scoot on over to her blog.

you see what I have to deal with? all those books go in my back-pack on a daily basis. I should be studying from those pages. I think I'll try it my way instead:

it's not working.

Birthday Week....

has arrived! yee haw!

birthday party

me and the birthday girl:

Stephanie and her family: (left to right:Doug, Michael, Bo, Steph, Kristen)
Stephanie with her kiddos:

What a fun night!

Today started wonderfully. This afternoon, not so much. I have been trying to find some pretty flowers to give my friend for her birthday. So I went to Sam's Club. (They always have pretty flowers). I couldn't find my Sam's card anywhere. So I had to go in and have one re-issued. No big deal. As I'm standing in line this big old lady comes and stands all up in my business. What is the deal with people in lines? Do they think that if they stand unbearably close to the person in front of them that the line will move faster? Or maybe it's that the big old lady was "big" and "old" so she felt like she was entitled to go first or something. I don't think so big old lady. I turned around multiple times to give the big old lady the "look". You know the one. She no comprende the "look". Whatever. I got my card and got the crap out of line. I didn't see any flowers I loved, total bummer I know, so I left... empty-handed... from Sam's Club.

On to HEB. I don't know why I didn't think of this place first. I found some cute little tulips, (after getting in line, then changing my mind, then getting in line again) that I thought would be perfect. Saturday afternoon in Midland=long lines everywhere.

As I'm in the parking lot I, of course, walk down the completely wrong aisle and have to rely on my car alarm to tell me where my car is parked. I get in the car and drive to the nearest stop-light. I turn left on the green arrow behind a car that is going so slow. So I change lanes and pass that dummy.

As I'm passing "the dummy" I see a cop car parked in a nearby parking lot. All of a sudden I'm the one who's "the dummy". Yes that's right, I got pulled over. I got pulled over for the first time in my life... for speeding. I kept my sunglasses on because I knew my eyes would totally give away that I was almost crying and I wanted to keep it together, atleast until I got home. So the cop takes my license and insurance info and goes back to his car. While he's there I look in the mirror to make sure I am remaining tough-looking. My nose and chin are all red from my almost tears. Dang it, there's no way he missed that! He comes back to my car and says he is just going to issue me a warning. HALLELUJAH!! The red face must've made him take pity on me! Whatever gets me out of a ticket I guess. So I say "thank you so much" and my voice totally shakes. I roll up my window and immediately start bawling. Hey atleast the cop didn't see any tears. I know, I'm super tough.

i could do this all day, every day.