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My Life Thus Far
2006-10-25 04:09:04 (UTC)

Up Shit Creek Without A Chocolate Bar

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"We speak of three different types of faith. The first is
faith in the form of admiration that you have toward a
particular person or a particular state of being. The
second is aspiring faith. There is a sense of emulation-
you aspire to attain that state of being. The third type
is the faith of conviction."

I got some positive feedback on my quotes today. A reader
found them to be very inspirational and asked where I got
them from. I consider this a huge compliment, seeing as
how I find it hard to believe that I make a positive
contribution to anyone's life other than that of my family
and myself. I touch more than just the small sphere around
me! How profound...

My day was really good. I felt very happy and upbeat this
morning. My trip to the gym wasn't as great as I would
have liked it to be, because my childbirth injury (a
dislocated hip) is still bothering me. Did I tell you
about that? It's been acting up for the past couple of
days, really, but today it was being particularly ornery.
The two miles around the track yesterday didn't help much,
I was hoping it would. In the past working it out always
helped, but instead it only hurt it more. I've been to the
point of stifling a limp and that sucks, especially when
mentally I'm feeling so great.

After I finished strength training, abs and showering I
went out to support Snookums while he ran PRT. He's got a
really nasty ingrown toenail (he's getting it checked out
at Madigan on Monday) that's been giving him lots of
problems, but without a medical chit to get him out of
PRT, he still had to do the mile and a half run. I watched
him do the first 3 laps in agony, during his 4th lap I
decided when he came back around, I'd run the last lap
with him and that's exactly what I did. I took off my
coat, dropped my cellphone and keys and ran with him. I
was poorly outfitted for running, as far as my underthings
went. I was in satin panties, a push-up bra and I had on
jeans that didn't want to stay over the satin panties, but
I ran ahead just to motivate him to finish. He was really
grateful for the encouragement, but my hip isn't so
thrilled with my show of love and support. Snookums toe
didn't fare so well, either. When he took off his shoe,
his sock was covered in blood. I feel so bad for him. I
wish I could switch places with him and take the pain for
him. I know I'm much more pain tolerant than he is and I
hate to see him suffer.

Gen, Snookums and I went out to coffee and lunch for what
I think is the first time ever today. We went to Starbucks
and got some drinks. Actually, I didn't have coffee I had
a chai soy latte, no water (which was very tasty, indeed).
Then, we went to Quiznos, which is a couple doors down in
the same strip mall (in Poulsbo) and had a nice lunch. I
had a veggie sandwich that was pretty darn good, only I
wasn't terribly fond of the red wine vinaigrette they put
on it, because it was too tart for my personal taste, but
otherwise it was good.

During lunch, we started talking about the painting I made
for Gen (which I named Glitterfly In The Cotton Candy
Forest) and some of the other titles I have for paintings
I plan on doing (Peppermint Tiger In The Jolly Rancher
Jungle and Cherry Cheetah In The Chocolate Sahara). Both
Snookums and Gen thought that maybe I could turn these
titles into children's books and use my paintings as
illustrations, because I not only have the titles in my
head, I've also got silly little stories to go with them.
I never thought about that before. The fancifulness of the
titles and stories was always just a way for me to unwind.
To separate myself from my more serious grown-up self. I
have some stories about prairie dogs and a beetle covered
in peanut butter that falls into cookie crumbs, but I
won't tell you all of my secrets! Maybe I'll be the next
JK Rowling (or whoever it is that writes Harry Potter)! I
don't know, but it sounds like a fun idea and would at
least give me something to do when Snookums is gone. At
the very least, I'll have some interesting children's
stories to pass down to my children and grandchildren. I
think that would be a wonderful gift of myself and my
demented mind!

PMS has hit me very hard today, especially tonight. I
managed to laugh, cry, laugh again, then cry again while
farting and eating chocolate. Only while premenstrual is
that all possible at the same time! Thank goodness I
ordered vegan chocolate bars off of veganessentials.com or
I would have been up shit creek without a chocolate bar!
My poor boobies are so big and sore. I'm bloated and
irritable. This can only be PMS, now hope for my sake the
damn hormones have mercy on me and make this period come
quickly.

Okay, that's enough writing for tonight. I need to go put
the heating pad on my bum hip, then try to NOT sleep on it
tonight (because that just makes it worse in the morning).
Ciao.




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