Today I stood for a minute and 5 seconds! Very exciting, and I could have gone longer. Lifted 20lbs 20 reps, 2 circuits---right bicep curl. Just as I start pulling myself back up, it seems something always tugs me down. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. Already 52, almost 53, and excited to stand a minute. Never saw my life this way. Never saw MS coming. MS has capture my left leg. No matter what I do, and I do LOTS, it will not walk with me. I'm not giving up, I'll never give up, but I do question my sanity about it.
Fifty used to be so old. Now Michael Jackson is dead, over, done. You know how to tell when you are getting older? Everyone around you is getting younger, like the cashiers and local TV weather forecasters. Oh sure, your mom and aunts get older (though Aunt Vi was "the baby" for a long time, just like me.) Where is this going? Oh right, Sarah Palin and her tea party. $500 per entry, yeah, that's for everyman, right. Why do the people who flock to her always dress like clowns? Like they're going to the Superbowl. One attendee says, "We don't like anyone." I believe that. Another wants her to be our next president. The president who requires a tanning bed and we the people pay for it; that was the Alaska scenario. (Her emails released today.)
Where was I? Oh right, Amazon is a book price war or something. Boy, we really throw that word "war" around a lot, don't we? The Palin event was in the Gaylord Hotel, GAY lord, hahahaha, tickles me fancy. I wanted some daffodils today. People lost and starving in Haiti and I bemoan not having daffodils, I'm a pig.
Saturday morning, the most beautiful sunrise. All the little birds were singing, chillin' in the big tree...until, I watched for one hour (taking it in as only those of us with MS blindness will want to do) and then Rupert the Hawk arrived. The other birds all left. Rupert stayed there most of day. He looks so lonely.
I think he stares at me too, their eyesight is powerful, and probably thinks, "She sits so still. I bet she's lonely." Hmmmm The Colts are going to win today. I am being like the groundhound, hog, whatever, and my shadow says Indiana wins. I am from Indiana, there ya go. I'm no saint. See the logic? We didn't have a pro football team when I was a kid in Indiana. They must be thrilled there now. I stopped watching footbal in my twenties. Nobody to watch with. Tried teaching the game to partner. "I vote for the men in those pretty blue costumes." That was the end.
Have a great Sunday!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
MS Has My Leg! Hawk and Colts Win. Palin ain't Pale
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Today I stood for a minute and 5 seconds! Very exciting, and I could have gone longer. Lifted 20lbs 20 reps, 2 circuits---right bicep curl. Just as I start pulling myself back up, it seems something always tugs me down. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. Already 52, almost 53, and excited to stand a minute. Never saw my life this way. Never saw MS coming. MS has capture my left leg. No matter what I do, and I do LOTS, it will not walk with me. I'm not giving up, I'll never give up, but I do question my sanity about it.
Fifty used to be so old. Now Michael Jackson is dead, over, done. You know how to tell when you are getting older? Everyone around you is getting younger, like the cashiers and local TV weather forecasters. Oh sure, your mom and aunts get older (though Aunt Vi was "the baby" for a long time, just like me.) Where is this going? Oh right, Sarah Palin and her tea party. $500 per entry, yeah, that's for everyman, right. Why do the people who flock to her always dress like clowns? Like they're going to the Superbowl. One attendee says, "We don't like anyone." I believe that. Another wants her to be our next president. The president who requires a tanning bed and we the people pay for it; that was the Alaska scenario. (Her emails released today.)
Where was I? Oh right, Amazon is a book price war or something. Boy, we really throw that word "war" around a lot, don't we? The Palin event was in the Gaylord Hotel, GAY lord, hahahaha, tickles me fancy. I wanted some daffodils today. People lost and starving in Haiti and I bemoan not having daffodils, I'm a pig.
Saturday morning, the most beautiful sunrise. All the little birds were singing, chillin' in the big tree...until, I watched for one hour (taking it in as only those of us with MS blindness will want to do) and then Rupert the Hawk arrived. The other birds all left. Rupert stayed there most of day. He looks so lonely.
I think he stares at me too, their eyesight is powerful, and probably thinks, "She sits so still. I bet she's lonely." Hmmmm The Colts are going to win today. I am being like the groundhound, hog, whatever, and my shadow says Indiana wins. I am from Indiana, there ya go. I'm no saint. See the logic? We didn't have a pro football team when I was a kid in Indiana. They must be thrilled there now. I stopped watching footbal in my twenties. Nobody to watch with. Tried teaching the game to partner. "I vote for the men in those pretty blue costumes." That was the end.
Have a great Sunday!
Today I stood for a minute and 5 seconds! Very exciting, and I could have gone longer. Lifted 20lbs 20 reps, 2 circuits---right bicep curl. Just as I start pulling myself back up, it seems something always tugs me down. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. Already 52, almost 53, and excited to stand a minute. Never saw my life this way. Never saw MS coming. MS has capture my left leg. No matter what I do, and I do LOTS, it will not walk with me. I'm not giving up, I'll never give up, but I do question my sanity about it.
Fifty used to be so old. Now Michael Jackson is dead, over, done. You know how to tell when you are getting older? Everyone around you is getting younger, like the cashiers and local TV weather forecasters. Oh sure, your mom and aunts get older (though Aunt Vi was "the baby" for a long time, just like me.) Where is this going? Oh right, Sarah Palin and her tea party. $500 per entry, yeah, that's for everyman, right. Why do the people who flock to her always dress like clowns? Like they're going to the Superbowl. One attendee says, "We don't like anyone." I believe that. Another wants her to be our next president. The president who requires a tanning bed and we the people pay for it; that was the Alaska scenario. (Her emails released today.)
Where was I? Oh right, Amazon is a book price war or something. Boy, we really throw that word "war" around a lot, don't we? The Palin event was in the Gaylord Hotel, GAY lord, hahahaha, tickles me fancy. I wanted some daffodils today. People lost and starving in Haiti and I bemoan not having daffodils, I'm a pig.
Saturday morning, the most beautiful sunrise. All the little birds were singing, chillin' in the big tree...until, I watched for one hour (taking it in as only those of us with MS blindness will want to do) and then Rupert the Hawk arrived. The other birds all left. Rupert stayed there most of day. He looks so lonely.
I think he stares at me too, their eyesight is powerful, and probably thinks, "She sits so still. I bet she's lonely." Hmmmm The Colts are going to win today. I am being like the groundhound, hog, whatever, and my shadow says Indiana wins. I am from Indiana, there ya go. I'm no saint. See the logic? We didn't have a pro football team when I was a kid in Indiana. They must be thrilled there now. I stopped watching footbal in my twenties. Nobody to watch with. Tried teaching the game to partner. "I vote for the men in those pretty blue costumes." That was the end.
Have a great Sunday!
Today I stood for a minute and 5 seconds! Very exciting, and I could have gone longer. Lifted 20lbs 20 reps, 2 circuits---right bicep curl. Just as I start pulling myself back up, it seems something always tugs me down. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. Already 52, almost 53, and excited to stand a minute. Never saw my life this way. Never saw MS coming. MS has capture my left leg. No matter what I do, and I do LOTS, it will not walk with me. I'm not giving up, I'll never give up, but I do question my sanity about it.
Fifty used to be so old. Now Michael Jackson is dead, over, done. You know how to tell when you are getting older? Everyone around you is getting younger, like the cashiers and local TV weather forecasters. Oh sure, your mom and aunts get older (though Aunt Vi was "the baby" for a long time, just like me.) Where is this going? Oh right, Sarah Palin and her tea party. $500 per entry, yeah, that's for everyman, right. Why do the people who flock to her always dress like clowns? Like they're going to the Superbowl. One attendee says, "We don't like anyone." I believe that. Another wants her to be our next president. The president who requires a tanning bed and we the people pay for it; that was the Alaska scenario. (Her emails released today.)
Where was I? Oh right, Amazon is a book price war or something. Boy, we really throw that word "war" around a lot, don't we? The Palin event was in the Gaylord Hotel, GAY lord, hahahaha, tickles me fancy. I wanted some daffodils today. People lost and starving in Haiti and I bemoan not having daffodils, I'm a pig.
Saturday morning, the most beautiful sunrise. All the little birds were singing, chillin' in the big tree...until, I watched for one hour (taking it in as only those of us with MS blindness will want to do) and then Rupert the Hawk arrived. The other birds all left. Rupert stayed there most of day. He looks so lonely.
I think he stares at me too, their eyesight is powerful, and probably thinks, "She sits so still. I bet she's lonely." Hmmmm The Colts are going to win today. I am being like the groundhound, hog, whatever, and my shadow says Indiana wins. I am from Indiana, there ya go. I'm no saint. See the logic? We didn't have a pro football team when I was a kid in Indiana. They must be thrilled there now. I stopped watching footbal in my twenties. Nobody to watch with. Tried teaching the game to partner. "I vote for the men in those pretty blue costumes." That was the end.
Have a great Sunday!
Today I stood for a minute and 5 seconds! Very exciting, and I could have gone longer. Lifted 20lbs 20 reps, 2 circuits---right bicep curl. Just as I start pulling myself back up, it seems something always tugs me down. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. Already 52, almost 53, and excited to stand a minute. Never saw my life this way. Never saw MS coming. MS has capture my left leg. No matter what I do, and I do LOTS, it will not walk with me. I'm not giving up, I'll never give up, but I do question my sanity about it.
Fifty used to be so old. Now Michael Jackson is dead, over, done. You know how to tell when you are getting older? Everyone around you is getting younger, like the cashiers and local TV weather forecasters. Oh sure, your mom and aunts get older (though Aunt Vi was "the baby" for a long time, just like me.) Where is this going? Oh right, Sarah Palin and her tea party. $500 per entry, yeah, that's for everyman, right. Why do the people who flock to her always dress like clowns? Like they're going to the Superbowl. One attendee says, "We don't like anyone." I believe that. Another wants her to be our next president. The president who requires a tanning bed and we the people pay for it; that was the Alaska scenario. (Her emails released today.)
Where was I? Oh right, Amazon is a book price war or something. Boy, we really throw that word "war" around a lot, don't we? The Palin event was in the Gaylord Hotel, GAY lord, hahahaha, tickles me fancy. I wanted some daffodils today. People lost and starving in Haiti and I bemoan not having daffodils, I'm a pig.
Saturday morning, the most beautiful sunrise. All the little birds were singing, chillin' in the big tree...until, I watched for one hour (taking it in as only those of us with MS blindness will want to do) and then Rupert the Hawk arrived. The other birds all left. Rupert stayed there most of day. He looks so lonely.
I think he stares at me too, their eyesight is powerful, and probably thinks, "She sits so still. I bet she's lonely." Hmmmm The Colts are going to win today. I am being like the groundhound, hog, whatever, and my shadow says Indiana wins. I am from Indiana, there ya go. I'm no saint. See the logic? We didn't have a pro football team when I was a kid in Indiana. They must be thrilled there now. I stopped watching footbal in my twenties. Nobody to watch with. Tried teaching the game to partner. "I vote for the men in those pretty blue costumes." That was the end.
Have a great Sunday!
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