Fun new medical oddity that I refuse to get checked out:
I've had this intense pain in the underarm area for a day and a half now. It's a weird tingling/stinging/stabbing pain. And as it turns out there is a trigger point near my elbow that causes it. So does lifting my arm above my head for any length of time. Everyone in the family is assuming it's a nerve issue, perhaps neuropathy--maybe it's coming from my neck. Who knows? What this does tell me: omg, I AM turning into my father. Figures.
The best part: while it does HURT, like seriously, it's also in an area that is kind of a trigger point for me. Which means I'm in pain and it makes me gag from the grossness of the sensation. This is sort of making me a nervous wreck. What this tells me: I'm neurotic. But we all knew that.
I started most of my seeds over the last few days. I have to say, to this point, seed starting has not been my strong suit. I can't wait to see how it goes this year.
If this turns out we'll have yellow squash, zucchini, peppers, cucumbers and several tomato varieties. Not to mention several different flowers.
Next week I'm starting cold weather crops: peas, brussels sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage and lettuces. I've never done the Early Spring/Fall crops and I'm anxious to experiment with growing them.
Last weekend we had my Aunt B and my cousin Kendall over for a visit. Kendall's dad, my cousin Jason, was studying for his RN finals so we hung out with K for a while and let me tell you, she is just about the coolest kid I know. And so much like a young April, it's scary.
Kendall loves dogs. She obviously visited the right house.
Meanwhile, we have a breaking development in Casa Watkins.
Jonathan is refusing to cut his hair. Out of sheer stubbornness and a desire to drive his sister insane.
I won't lie: it's working.