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Savannah, Georgia, United States
As you can see, I am still just me. 27 years old, born and raised in Savannah, Georgia. Almost 9 years into a relationship with the man I gave my heart to. We are the proud parents of 3 dogs and 2 cats. You will see them all here, a lot. I lost my mother November 18, 2008. I am now struggling to live life without her, but I have an amazing boyfriend and fantastic friends to help me through. Oh, and Duct Tape is the best invention. EVER.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Updates and surprise bugs

My leg is doing MUCH better. Burney is on his way to completely healing now. We still have quite a way to go, but I am getting there, slowly but surely.

But now…I have some strange rash popping up all over me. On the top for my forearms and outside elbows, on my feet and legs and in between the girls (which I am pretty sure is an unrelated heat rash (hopefully)). It itches like crazy!! My whole right leg (the burnt, pathetic one) from my knee to my foot has a pretty gnarly heat rash from the Unna boot being on there during these crazy humid hot Savannah Paula Deen's hair summer days.

This SO doesn’t do it justice.

And, I have downsized bandage size DRAMATICALLY. I can wear a smaller bandage now, to just cover the wound. If only I could get this rash to go way...I would almost look normal!

The good news, the wound looks great…the bad news, my leg looks terrible and my elbows and boobs itch.




But first, peep Burney and his new skin. Woo to the Hoo!!!!

(I even did a not-so-close up for you squeamish folks out there.)

In other news, Master Wog and I let the dogs out last night, and Duke brought me a roly-poly. In his mouth. And dropped it at the foot of the bed and he and Kane started playing with it. Luckily, no roly-polies were hurt in the making of this blog. But, in my research this morning, I learned that they are in the Woodlice family. Which means nothing more than they eat decaying wood, plant matter and poop.

This is our typical, good ole Southern roly-poly (left) and his bigger, kinda scary cousin (center).

Master Wog looked at Duke and said "Seriously?!" He brought the critter outside and let him go free with his other poop eating friends.

The End.


  1. Burney does look better. Sucks on the rash.

    I used to play with roly poly's all the time when I was a kid. I put them in a box with some grass and leaves and shit and would forget about them. I'd go back weeks later and they'd all be dead.

  2. Mama Dawg - I used to do the same thing. I would also put them in my pockets...A LOT of them, and my mom would find little dried up roly polys in the dryer. Us Suthna's are strange, aren't we?

  3. I'd lick it...GNR