Got up and dressed. Bent over to put on my shoes and sneezed while bent! Instant back pain.
Crap, have not had this kind of pain in months. Called in to work and am now home with heating pad and advil.
Decided to catch up on my email and found this site:
http://www.evanwashere.com/StolenSidekick/ (click TEXT to open new page for site)
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Let me know what you think.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
The Day After
Well, yesterday was the 16th anniversary of my 39th birthday! Yippee, skippee! It is official, I now qualify for all of those wonderful discounts that "senior citizens" drool over. I can shop Ross Dress for Less on Tues. for an extra percent off, I can go to the movies cheaper and eat those wonderful senior citizen meals that Denny's offers. Can't wait to start looking for other ss deals.
My tongue is screwed very tightly into my cheek at this point!!
The Gary and his mother surprised me with a wonderful gift. I now have a brand new and very shiny Schwinn, Jaguar bike sitting in my livingroom! Now if I can just remember how to ride one. I truly love it. My dear daughter, Kat is drooling over it and is sure she will be riding it soon. Does anyone know how to size a bike helmet? When I learned to ride a bike, we didn't wear them...not sure they even made bike helmets WAY back then. I did not learn to ride a bike until I was 12. I had one with training wheels at one point, but never got past that point when it disappeared. So at the advanced age of 12, I took the plunge and a friend taught me. Unfortunately, she lived in a trailer park and the the pavement was gravel. I picked pieces of that crap out of my body for days. But ride, I did. They lived somewhere by the airport and we decided to trek that way. We rode about 14 miles that day and then I spent the next week walking with a funny gait. I remember being very proud of myself.
I traded that bike in for a 1964 blue Mustang at the age of 16. My mother had divorced my stepfather, Frank Doubek and she kept custody of the Mustang. I loved that car. It was turquoise, sleek and a blast to drive. I was living with my grandmother at the time and we fought over when and where I could drive the car. I was limited to taking her on her errands, which really sucked. She had quit driving during WW II when rationing was going strong for gas and tires. She put her car up on blocks and never picked up a set of car keys again. Somehow, she could not understand why I wanted to drive to school instead of taking the school bus! Hated that damn bus. Really frustrating, it might have made me a little more popular at school (or not), but I never got a chance to find out.
All in all it was a great birthday, even if it was my55th.
Later.
My tongue is screwed very tightly into my cheek at this point!!
The Gary and his mother surprised me with a wonderful gift. I now have a brand new and very shiny Schwinn, Jaguar bike sitting in my livingroom! Now if I can just remember how to ride one. I truly love it. My dear daughter, Kat is drooling over it and is sure she will be riding it soon. Does anyone know how to size a bike helmet? When I learned to ride a bike, we didn't wear them...not sure they even made bike helmets WAY back then. I did not learn to ride a bike until I was 12. I had one with training wheels at one point, but never got past that point when it disappeared. So at the advanced age of 12, I took the plunge and a friend taught me. Unfortunately, she lived in a trailer park and the the pavement was gravel. I picked pieces of that crap out of my body for days. But ride, I did. They lived somewhere by the airport and we decided to trek that way. We rode about 14 miles that day and then I spent the next week walking with a funny gait. I remember being very proud of myself.
I traded that bike in for a 1964 blue Mustang at the age of 16. My mother had divorced my stepfather, Frank Doubek and she kept custody of the Mustang. I loved that car. It was turquoise, sleek and a blast to drive. I was living with my grandmother at the time and we fought over when and where I could drive the car. I was limited to taking her on her errands, which really sucked. She had quit driving during WW II when rationing was going strong for gas and tires. She put her car up on blocks and never picked up a set of car keys again. Somehow, she could not understand why I wanted to drive to school instead of taking the school bus! Hated that damn bus. Really frustrating, it might have made me a little more popular at school (or not), but I never got a chance to find out.
All in all it was a great birthday, even if it was my55th.
Later.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Father's day and birthdays
On Tuesday, I will be 55! How in the hell did I get here and who is that old woman in the mirror?
Thought about calling my father today and then thought better of it as he has not called me in over 20 years. Tomorrow is my half brother's birthday and mine is the day aften and then the next day is my father's. Always thought it was a cruel coincidence that they would be so close. I imagine that they will celebrate my half brother's birthday today (45th).
Had a nice hour with John Long last night and he mentioned that he thought it interesting that the majority of our group is either the oldest or only child. Many of the group had or has a father that only a mother could love, so to speak. I have not figured out exactly what that means, if anything. I do know that those of my friends club are bright, verbal and often caustic. Which is why I love them. I also know that the parents we receive is truly is the luck of the draw. My mother always made me feel loved and special, so I am very lucky there. My children have both parents in their lives, but their father was an alcoholic for most of their lives. He is doing better now, but I fear that it has left a deep depression that they will have to work through as they age. Co-dependency runs deep in my family!
So happy birthday Johnny, Jr and Johnny, Sr. Happy father's day, Dad. I wish you could have loved me more.
Thought about calling my father today and then thought better of it as he has not called me in over 20 years. Tomorrow is my half brother's birthday and mine is the day aften and then the next day is my father's. Always thought it was a cruel coincidence that they would be so close. I imagine that they will celebrate my half brother's birthday today (45th).
Had a nice hour with John Long last night and he mentioned that he thought it interesting that the majority of our group is either the oldest or only child. Many of the group had or has a father that only a mother could love, so to speak. I have not figured out exactly what that means, if anything. I do know that those of my friends club are bright, verbal and often caustic. Which is why I love them. I also know that the parents we receive is truly is the luck of the draw. My mother always made me feel loved and special, so I am very lucky there. My children have both parents in their lives, but their father was an alcoholic for most of their lives. He is doing better now, but I fear that it has left a deep depression that they will have to work through as they age. Co-dependency runs deep in my family!
So happy birthday Johnny, Jr and Johnny, Sr. Happy father's day, Dad. I wish you could have loved me more.
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