Winnie... and I ain't talkin' about the Pooh...

So, after much urging (see: griping) from my friends, I have once again decided to join the wide world o' blogging. It has been a while, and I can assure you that eversomuch has happened in my time away... so much that I may not even be able to contain all of the excitement that is my life into one blog post. I hope you're reading with bated breath, because this is going to be a wild ride...

For starters, I am now officially a resident of Winnie, Texas, U.S.A....... again. It is with little surprise that I proudly report that not much has changed in my 7 years away. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I have made frequent visits to my lovely hometown of rice and southern hospitality, or maybe it truly hasn't changed much at all; regardless, I am pleased to report that it is still the small, humid, flat utopia it has always been (give or take a fast food joint or 2, and with the added bonus of my friends and me being of legal age to finally get into Al-T's bar... for when you wanna go where everybody knows your name). All joking aside, it is truly great to be once again surrounded by the people I love and who, mostly, love me back.... and most of all to have the added comfort of knowing that, when I don't know what I'm doing, someone else will.

On another note, I had a minor surgery on my scalp a month or so ago when my dermatologist diagnosed me with the curse of the ginger kid: Basal Cell Carcinoma (cue the horror movie music). While I did feel some (but not much) anxiety over the whole ordeal, it was really more of a pain in my neck... err, head. Seriously, though, I had a terrible headache for about 3 days, and had to put this really thick, neosporin-esque junk on my head that made my hair look oily, forcing me to cover my head with a plethora of scarves and hats for roughly a week... or two. I know what you're thinking: "Wow, that sounds awful... I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Leigh!" Well, my friends, you haven't even heard the worst of it. The day of my surgery, as they were prepping me for the whole ordeal, (and after the nurse stabbed each of my 2 arms approximately 6 times with a needle while trying to find a vein for the I.V.... seriously) I heard the 4 words that would change my life forever: "Please remove all piercings." (because they had just created so many new ones in my already bruised and bleeding arms...) So, with much reluctance, and as I watched the past 7 years of my life whiz by, I removed my belly ring. It was a bittersweet moment and, while I could easily have replaced it after surgery, I have come to terms with the fact that I am now an adult (in theory) and it was probably time to remove it anyway. (Side note: My dad had absolutely NO complaints about the belly ring travesty, and is sitting pretty in the knowledge that I would never get it repierced based soley on the fact that the original piercing experience was the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life). So, that's that.

I know I said I had a ridiculously exciting life to blog about, but that was just a prank I pulled on you because I really don't. I just love to draw people in to my blog with a really exciting cliff hanger, and then leave them with nothing. Just like The Hills, except less flesh colored facial hair and staring off into space. One really great thing to report, though, is that Chelsea and I went through Jason Gardner's Facebook today and "liked" everything on his wall all the way back to 2007. Yes, we think we're funny.... scratch "funny", replace with "hilarious".

That's about it, folks. Until next time...