Garth Brooks

When I was six years old Heidi won tickets to see Garth Brooks. I wanted to see him so badly. There was no way an eighteen year old was taking her six year old kid sister to a concert. So I stomped my foot and told her I'd never speak to her again. Throughout all this Heidi promised me that someday I would get to see Garth Brooks.
 Flash forward to September twenty-five years later. This gal almost forgot that temper tantrum. Heidi's face beamed as she stated, "Garth is coming here on tour and we're getting tickets!" So it just so happens that he was doing a show on Halloween.

Best birthday ever! Here's to a great year as a thirty one year old.

Allergy Test

I went and saw the ENT because my primary doctor has been worried about my constant ear infections. The ENT did hearing tests and found out I'm right on the boarder to pass on my right ear and just above the boarder in my left. This chickadee just barely passed. They decided the next round of tests would be allergy.
  I suffer from extreme seasonal allergies every time the seasons change. They hoped maybe it would help keep me from loosing Moore hearing. The results are my poor arm above.... the ENT told my to opt for the serum. This way I wouldn't have to come in for a weekly shots. So after they make up my serum I will be the proud owner of an epipen in case I react to the serum in anyway...

Foot Surgery

As many of my family and friends know I'm not the most graceful of people. My senior year of high school I had my right foot fused. We found out I had loose joints and something wrong with my tendons. They told me I would most likely be back shortly to get the left one fixed. Thirteen years ago that was a four plus month recovery. Being the stubborn person I am I decided to wait until the left was as bad as the right.
  fast forward thirteen years to this summer. I rolled my ankle, and I rolled my ankle bad. I distinctly remember a loud pop as I hobbled back to the van. It never healed right. So by September I found myself meeting with a podiatrist. I had never really gotten an answer to why my feet where the way they where. First thing they did was order x-rays. The podiatrist told me my bones were fine, but there was a small problem. The tendon that is suppose to cushion my ankle joint was nonexistent.
  I thought back to the last surgery and was not excited. The podiatrist insured me the procedure he did could have me up and walking in eight weeks!