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May 4th, 9:22pm 1 comment

my new bling...

you think of the fashion world and certain names pop into everyone's head. all i can say is...

move over, dolce & gabbana...

better luck next time, louis vuitton...

watch out, prada...

because WHO would've guessed that this tomboy yooper girl right here would have the newest fashion accessory?! yes, you heard right... i'm rocking some new bling! woop woop!! (before some of you freak out... no i'm not engaged. please, that would have to mean i was actually dating someone. calm down, i'm working on it)

moving on, lets get to my grand entrance into the fashion world....

WHAAAAAAT?? now i suppose you all want the story.... i'll warn you, it's not a good one. i'd like to say i was swimming at the beach and fought off a shark. or that i got in a really sweet bar fight and totally kicked some dude's ass... but nah, it didn't happen like that. i was at work, more specifically a baseball game. a ball flying into the dugout. my initial reaction was to put up my hand to block the ball. of course i quickly decided that wasn't a good idea and turned to retreat to safer territory.... and BAM BAM BAM, i turned smack into a metal shed. ouch. initially i panic-ed, but later didn't think much of it. i went about my weekend, iced and layed low. monday rolled around and the bruising was starting to get a bit out of control. i called in a favor to my team doc and an hour later i rolled out of his clinic with my new bling. you're free to invent a better story and get the rumors a-spreading...

for you nosey people out there... here are some pics of the bruises. i've sent a few of you some of the gross ones.... which means you're on my list of need-to-know.  the rest of you will have to settle for these. and i'm keeping it pretty PG, this blog isn't a horror show.

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anyone local, feel free to schedule a time to stop over and help me put my hair in a ponytail. it's a struggle. no qualifications required.

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