what do you believe in?

Happy Super Bowl Sunday! With each Super Bowl that passes, I realize more and more how poor my knowledge of Roman numerals is. I should study on that.

Bitty has not yet returned. It's been ten days. I think he's gone for good. I miss him. Stubby does NOT. Stubby has grown more demanding, though. I think he's relishing his role as king of the castle. I miss Bitty but it's nice not having to worry about the little "gifts" he would leave... little puddles everywhere...nice having half the cost of food and litter. I'm grateful for the time we had him but, I'm not grieving him being gone. It's what he wanted, I believe, to be an outdoor kitty.

Farmville has a new feature where you can grow seeds in a greenhouse. I really enjoy it. If you're a farmville player and haven't noticed yet... you can click on your neighbors greenhouse and get some of the seeds they're growing.

My grandparents used to have a greenhouse with these study, deep shelves. I used to love to curl up on those shelves with a book... with the smell of the warm potting soil... I was obviously, much smaller then.

It wasn't easy but we made a huge grocery run yesterday. Austin was a lot of help... he even put away the groceries when we got home and cooked my lunch (grilled chicken and a baked potato). I just peeked in the fridge and it's packed full of fresh produce. That makes me happy.

Last night for dinner I had mixed melon, cheese and crackers. I love that kind of meal. Like a picnic in my nest!

I think Crunch-n-munch and I are going to the Thrashers game next weekend. My dad used to take my brother and I to see the Flames when we were little. They used to be in Atlanta - no, my dad didn't fly us to Calgary to see hockey. I don't understand hockey as well as I do other sports... but the phone guy is a huge hockey fan and we have watched hockey together while chatting on the phone and he taught me a few things I didn't know.

You know what my deal is on sports... I'm fascinated with the passion behind sports... so even if I'm not particularly interested in the game, I'm always interested in the fans, the players... that human element.

Crunch-n-munch and I are just friends... btw. There are as many -maybe more - red flags with him as with Red Flag Guy... but he's really sweet to me and I enjoy his company.

Red Flag Guy, incidentally, has fallen crazy, madly in love. I'm happy for him and also jealous... both of the girl he's in love with and just the fact that he's found that special someone. I want a special someone, except when I don't.

Phone Guy has about ten times the number of red flags as Red Flag Guy but I enjoy his company as well. He's one of the smartest people I know, besides Mr. Drake. Of course... me being with smart guys hasn't worked well for me in the past.

Next Guy has been texting me again. I have no plans of pursuing a relationship with him... lesson well learned... but, again, I enjoy his company.

Isn't it weird how while looking for love, I found so many friends? I said it the other day but it's so true that it bears repeating: I may not be IN LOVE... but I am loved. I enjoy this lifestyle. Almost all the time. Every now and then (like when I need someone to pick up a prescription for me... or grocery shop for me) I wish there was a significant other. But... if this is the hand I've been dealt, I can't really complain about having a couple of insignificant others, right?

They just said on tv that mothers have to be careful about how they let their sons treat them because you create a model for them of how they will treat women for the rest of their lives. I don't know how well I've done but I think my two older boys have grown up to be good partners. They're both very loving and attentive to the ladies in their lives. Austin... well... you know, the thing with him... he is an AWESOME, loyal, loving and devoted friend. He always wants to take care of his friends... he took dinner over to his friend Jake's house last night... he may not be the best at empathy... but he is smart enough to remember what people appreciate and enjoy. For instance... when I was at the height of my nausea I asked him to fill my water cup for me. Since then, whenever he's heading out he asks if i need more water.

I'm really worried about Lindsey Lohan and Charlie Sheen. I mean, I know they don't have any impact on my life, but I think they're two people who are in a lot of trouble and I don't believe there's anyone in their lives strong enough to straighten them out.

What are your Super Bowl plans? I'll watch from my nest and probably be asleep before halftime.

I watched about 10 hours of Glee yesterday. I had seen it a few times but haven't been really a loyal viewer. Yesterday got me hooked again. I think some of the things they do are a little over the top... but they do pose some interesting questions.

One of the episodes was loosely based on faith. It gave me an epiphany of sorts: Everyone believes in something. If you don't believe in a higher power, then you believe in your own ability to handle your problems... you place your faith and security in your financial status or your health... and you work hard at maintaining these things because you don't think there's anyone else that will bail you out. For me... I realize that I need something/someone bigger, stronger, better able to provide than myself... and so I believe in God. I think that when you go through things that show you that you are not enough in yourself... you look for something else to believe in. And... on some levels... I think that people who search for something greater and don't get the results they want... have a harder time believing than people like me, who continually find answers beyond what my mind could have conceived.

It's more than that, though... Purple Michael once told me that things are what you make of them. This advice was in the context of the trouble I was having with Darby... PM had witnessed Darby making a really hurtful statement about me in a large group of people... and PM saw the look of disappointment on my face... and he knew that things weren't going well... even though I had never told him... and he told me that relationship would be whatever I made of it... and truly, the way that I was able to survive it for so long is because I continually looked for the good things in it.

Faith is like that too... I could look at the past month of my life and go into Job mode, wondering why God allowed me to suffer. OR... I can choose to look at the amazing blessings that have occured during this time BECAUSE of my suffering... the love, compassion and kindness I've been shown... the way that my needs have been met without my ability to work... the fact that I still have a job despite missing more time than I've worked... little kindnesses like Austin refilling my cup and the people who have prayed for me. I see it as a reminder that I'm not alone on this planet and that was something I needed to see.

You may not always be able to change your circumstances but you can always change your attitude about them. And what you believe in is based on that attitude... do you rely on yourself or on something bigger?

I think there's just no way around the concept... everyone believes in something.

Yesterday was a much better day for me pain wise... last night was the best night I've had in weeks, pain wise... I think I'm turning the corner. I'm gonna take it super easy today again and pray that next week I'm back to my normal self!

Have a super Sunday, y'all!

blogging under the influence

After a really comfortable night... I slept better than I have in weeks... I woke up this morning and realized two things: my back was in a major spasm and I had broken a tooth in my sleep.

Really?

I mean. Really? What the heck?

I took a muscle relaxer. That's all. Just one little muscle relaxer. And I am completely altered. For real. I am blogging under the influence.

My plan for the day was to get out early and do some grocery shopping as the cupboards are bare. I stood up a few minutes and realized that I was really woozy. Will have to wait until this passes before I go anywhere. Which... puts me in a bind because I need to go weigh in less than an hour from now.

Which... may be for the best as that mysterious few pounds that popped up the other day is still hanging around. I'm bitter about it. I have stayed under my point totals every single week except Christmas and my weight has been soooo stuck. I blame meds, of course. Lack of activity. Lots of things... but really...

Whoever is holding my voodoo doll, kindly take the pins out of my back... and my mouth... and quit adding stuffing. Enough already. I just want a normal life. Well... what usually constitutes as MY normal... which may not be normal but I still want it back.

Remember Austin's friend who got married? You know, the one who wasn't having a wedding night because they got married by a Justice of the Peace and therefore didn't have a wedding. No wedding = no wedding night, apparently. Well... Austin told me yesterday that *surprise* they're splitting up. Go figure. Youthful indiscretions.

I was really touched - day before yesterday, but I forgot to mention it - that one of our pastors at the church called to see how I was doing and asked if I needed anything. I shared with him a few of my concerns and he prayed with me... it's always good to know that people care. When you're single and live with a pretty unobservant teenager... you start to feel invisible. Kinda like if a tree falls in a forest... or something like that.

Anybody excited about Superbowl tomorrow? I love sports, as you know, but I'm not particularly invested in this particular game... but I'll watch... regardless.

I don't have any more answers from the tests that were done yesterday. I go back to the urologist on Monday afternoon. I'm over it mentally... now I have to get over it physically. I hated doing those tests yesterday. The guy who does CT scans at our area hospital (which is more than a half hour away) is sort of creepy. They don't give you gowns... they just tell you to take your bra off and leave your top on. I mean... gravity has been a friend to me, in that respect... but it's awful cold in there... and he STARES a laser beam at your chest, you can tell he's trying to see what's underneath (I outsmarted him this time... I wore a button up oxford shirt and a thick cardigan, completely not see through!)... and yesterday, since I had on jeans... he had me unbutton my pants and slip them down below my hips. Sure, that's fine... he covered me with a sheet first. But then he determined they weren't low enough so he reached under and pulled them down further. I was like, "PARTY FOUL!" and through gritted teeth said, "I can do it. MYSELF!" creep.

Then for the xrays, they have sort of a "holding tank" for the women... and it's women who are having all manner of testing done... you sit in a waiting room wearing a hospital gown, your shoes and socks, trying to cover your bits and pieces as delicately as possible while watching an annoying infomercial looping over and over again on the tv in the waiting room... and look at backdated issues of Coastal Living and Modern Photography and ... Sports Illustrated? Really? In the women's waiting room? I mean... I enjoyed it but I was the only one. Of course, there were lovely pamphlets everywhere in both english and spanish advising you to tell the technician if there is any way you could be pregnant.

OH, back to creepy guy... I watched the prep nurse note on my form the two reasons why I couldn't possibly be pregnant. (tubal ligation and endometrial ablation, if you must know - basically, the parts aren't there to make it work)... and then Creepy CT Scan Tech stops and asks me if I'm sexually active and if there is any possibility I could be pregnant. I answered, "read the chart". None of your business, Pervy McPerverson.

This tooth really hurts... hope it's not abscessing. Mercy.

But I made it to work by ten... worked about six hours... and came home and crashed and burned. I had chicken salad and crackers for dinner. I really do have to get to the grocery store today. I'll have to time it in between feeling woozy and hurting too bad to move. There's a small window of opportunity but I should be able to manage at least long enough to pick up a few things.

Anyways... just planning to have that peaceful easy feeling all weekend... rest, recoop and recover and be ready to work a full week next week. Hope you're all happy, well rested, warm, pain free, peaceful... love and hugs!

update on my dr visit...

When i left you this morning I was struggling with the decision of whether or not to see my regular doctor - not the one who frustrated me, the one I really like who is really a Physician's Assistant and not a doctor which means she actually LISTENS to you. I decided... that it would be a good idea to get a professional opinion besides the urologist... especially since I won't actually see the urologist until Monday.

I barely made it half a day today at work... I took a lot of notes about my pain, where it hurts, what kind of pain it is... I went into my visit loaded for bear, notes in hand... and she was great. She thinks that *although there are kidney stones* they are NOT the primary cause of my pain. Her main reason for this is my pee is clear... no blood, no infection. She said it's the best specimen she's ever seen from me. (should I be proud?)

She remembered the pleurisy in December... and I described other various abdominal pains I've had. She poked and prodded and moved me in a lot of positions and she thinks that there's a disk problem in my mid-back that is causing pain on the left side of my body... so she drew up orders for a spine xray tomorrow while I'm at the imaging center... and that way... if the urologist decides that the stones are not bad enough to be causing the level of pain that I'm having, we'll already have the information we need to go to the next area of concern.

I told her how frustrated I was with the phone nurse ... she agreed that her response to me was inappropriate. I *like* everyone at that doctors office but I really feel like I've wasted three weeks of my life on something that should have been more carefully diagnosed, especially if we determine that stones are not the primary cause of the pain.

I got a shot of toradol, which is a strong anti-inflammatory. It would help in any situation (and this is something I should have gotten three weeks ago). I got a prescription for a muscle relaxer, which, again, would have helped whether it was a kidney stone issue or a muscular skeletal issue... they were concerned that my blood pressure was up (thank you, pain)... and at the moment... I'm again... cheech and chong comfortable. There is still pain but it's bearable. If the xrays show back trouble, she's already written orders for me to start physical therapy on that.

I have my CT scan and xrays in the morning at 8am in Gainesville so I'll be on the road headed south waaaay early. There won't be a blog entry in the morning... won't be time... but I'll come back later in the day if I can and update you... although I doubt I'll have any answers tomorrow.

thankful thursday... right?

I woke up this morning not really sure what day it is... that's the way life has been for me over the past few weeks... completely out of context, completely out of order... a day or work here and there... a half day here and there... a doctors office... a prescription or two to fill... a few hours of blissful pain free loss of consciousness... a few hours of breathing deep and toughing it out... digging in the dwindling supply in the pantry and fridge to put together a meal... chores stacking up... i feel like i'm spinning around and around and i'm not really sure where i am.

It's like living in a snow globe - without the snow - that periodically gets shaken - and about the time that the little white pieces settle - someone shakes it again. If someone would just replace the snow with confetti... or glitter... at least it could be festive.

After a few minutes of disorientation... I figured out that it's Thursday. Here in my little corner of the world, I try to reserve Thursday as a day of thanksgiving and gratitude. Sometimes it's hard... but despite the fact that I'm vocal (aka "a whiner") about my disappointments and discouragements... the core of who I am is optimistic. Gratitude is a foundation of my survival. If we lose hope, we lose everything. If we allow ourselves to be swallowed up with doom and gloom, we might as well just curl up in a little ball and stop trying. I'm not ready to give up.

Today I'm thankful for a good night's sleep.
I'm thankful for the warm blankets... soft pillows... cozy kitty cat... peace and quiet...
I'm thankful that I have medication to take the edge off my discomfort. I get a break at night when I can dope up and not have to worry about driving or working.
I'm thankful for the postcard I got yesterday from Mr. Drake... it was HILARIOUS... he was adapting a Savannah accent in his writing and it cracked me up... I could hear him saying the words... I love that he thought of me while he was out and about.
I'm thankful that it's Super Bowl weekend... I can't wait to see the commercials.
I'm thankful that I have another opportunity to try today... to get up, get cute, go to work...
I'm thankful for the many people who are really praying for me, not just saying the words as a platitude... there are people in my life who really go before the Master of the Universe and ask Him to take care of me. I love that.
I'm thankful for kind messages and comments and encouragement from my friends. I'm truly NOT alone.
I'm thankful that Austin's youth pastor texted him yesterday and asked if his mother was "still stoned"... teehee... Austin didn't get it at first. Have to remind Jamie that Austin is very literal. But... come to think of it... I was fairly Cheech and Chonged at the moment...
I'm thankful that I'm not still trying to play the dating game. It feels good to not need that. It feels good to not care that I'm single. Even with Stupid Cupid on the way.
I'm thankful that I invented the spinach dog yesterday. I needed to up the veggie intake and we were down to precious few choices in the fridge... I put a little spinach on a bun with my angus all beef low fat nitrite free hotdog... and it was really, really good.
I'm thankful that Gods mercies are new every morning. Every day is a do over.
I'm thankful that I have the ability to write, an outlet for my thoughts, a place to document my feelings and experiences... I'm thankful to be a blogger.
I'm thankful for a new day, a new dawn, for the drive to work that clears my head and gathers my resolve. I'm thankful for Christian radio, for songs of praise and hope and encouragement. I'm thankful for the great cup of coffee I'm drinking... the warmth of my electric blanket... the comfort of my nest...
I'm thankful for a refuge from the storm...

I have to decide if I want to go ahead with the appointment with my regular doctor today. I have the CT scan tomorrow and the follow up appointment on Monday... I won't really see a doctor tomorrow, just the radiologist... and I'm wondering if it might be prudent to see someone today rather than waiting until Monday. Of course... my regular doctor may just want to wait to see the outcome of the CT scan... or defer to the urologist... I don't know what's best. I guess, I could just wait it out until Monday... and if things get worse over the weekend, I could go to urgent care.

Anyways... Cyndi's waiting to read the blog so I better close this and start getting ready for work. I hope that wherever you are... whatever's happening... that you will find things to be thankful for today. Love and hugs!

"you are not alone"...

I guess I'm gonna have to do a whiny wednesday post after all..
The Dreaded Full Bladder CT scan was scheduled for today.
Because on Friday... all the urologist could tell me was, "we know you have kidney stones and we know there are currently no blockages but we don't know where the stones are... so we will just keep you comfortable until they pass... or until we get a CT scan to see where they are and if we need to intervene"...
and by "comfortable"... they mean... Cheech and Chong comfortable... which means... unable to do more than lay in my nest and play Farmville... and sleep... and... well, that's all fun for a few days but it's gotten old.
and I really want my OLD life back (only better)... and I want to not need vicodin to survive...
and so, although I wasn't looking forward to the Full Bladder CT scan... I was looking forward to the resolution...
so when they called today and said, "We're sorry... but our CT scan is broken and won't be fixed until next week... we're rescheduling you for next Wednesday"... '
my answer was, "I'm sorry, that's not acceptable"... because I want my life back.
Like... two weeks ago.
I said, "Is there not another option? Another CT scan somewhere where the scan could be done?"
And she said, "I'll have to check and call you back"...
and the hours ticked by... and I grew discouraged... and the pain intensified... because I worked the whole day on Tuesday and didn't really get good pain control between Tuesday and Wednesday...
so I went to lunch and ate some crackers... but that's all I could eat... because I was really in pain...
so I called my regular doctor's nurse (you know, the one who last week said that since I didn't have any more infection, my back should not still be hurting and basically... "good luck with that")... and told her what I had done since she blew me off a week ago... and explained the CT scan dilemma and said, "hey... is there any way Dr. Parker can get me scheduled for a CT scan?" and she said... nope... Dr Parker is out of the office until Friday... but the Physicians Asst can see you TOMORROW at 2 and maybe she can order a CT scan.
so I took that appointment... and was really discouraged... and tearful. and still in pain.
so I went back to the office early... and said, "I'm a big ole slacker and I know y'all all hate me... but I'm not gonna make it much longer today"....
and they didn't hate me. they adjusted their lunch schedules... and were encouraging... and offered to call the doctor for me and you know, be that patient advocate that single folks don't have... and suggested that I just go to the ER...
and I went home... crying... frustrated... feeling like a big ole loser... feeling like nobody in the medical profession gives a rip about the fact that I'm in pain... feeling like I'm invisible...
and I had a little text message from Crunch and Munch offering to pray with me... and at first I was like... yeah, that's sweet, but I can't talk right now.
I didn't tell him I couldn't talk right then because I was in the middle of a pity party and didn't want anyone to hear the whine in my voice... or the snotty sobs...
and he said... you pray where you are and I'll pray where I am... and I went into the kitchen and then...
God whispered into my heart and He said,
"YOU ARE NOT ALONE"...
and because I'm a little slow sometimes with discerning a word from the Lord... the Michael Jackson song "you are not alone... I am here with you...."... lalalalala... whatever... started playing in my head.
and I really cried then.
And I realized... that even though I'm not "in love"... I am LOVED. By a lot of people. Who demonstrate that love to me in many ways, every day.
And these light and momentary troubles are achieving far greater things in me...
And then... a little while later... I got a call... they have scheduled the dreaded Full Bladder CT scan for Friday morning.
*sigh*
that's better.

I Wonder Wednesday

Since yesterday was SUCH a whiny day for me, I'm gonna skip Whiny Wednesday this week and instead have "I Wonder... Wednesday"... I think it will be healthier than having two days of pity parties in a row.

But first... why Whiny Wednesday came on a Tuesday this week:
1. pain/discomfort/misery... my constant companion and unwelcome guest. It was really bad the last three hours of the work day but I had to stay. I just had to.
2. I burned my hand pulling a mug of hot water out of the microwave... it splashed and scalded the entire back of my hand and down my arm. THEN... it was (past) time to get in the shower so I had to endure the pain of the hot water from the shower on that burn. I cried. Big, ugly "why are you doing this to me, God?" sobs.
3. It was payday but our checks came late so I didn't get to go to the bank. Well. D offered to let me take an extended lunch to go but that would have negatively impacted my coworkers who have been patient with my extended absences so it seemed unfair. Hoping the extra day doesn't cost me in bounced checks. I already came up shorter than usual because of the short payday... didn't get some money I was expecting... had additional expenses. My budget ain't purty.

Ok... now... having said that... it's over, I survived the day, I never have to relive that day again. I get a do-over and it's going to be better than yesterday. I can't control all the circumstances, but I can always control my response to them. Today, I'm determined to be positive, not whiny.

I wonder what would happen if we spent more effort finding things to be happy about rather than complaining.
I wonder what this full bladder CT scan will be like...
I wonder how long it will take
I wonder if I'll be finished in time to go to Bible Study tonight... and
I wonder if I'll feel well enough to go.
I wonder what it's like to have 2 feet of snow on the ground.
I wonder how Purple Michael is surviving tech week in a blizzard. It will make for funny stories, one day, I'm sure.
I wonder how I can have 200 hits a day - and only one or two comments.
I wonder why facebook is so uncooperative today - keeps dropping off.
I wonder how much a new laptop battery will cost. Mine is definitely dead. Have to stay plugged up.
I wonder what my weight will be this morning. Yesterday I was up FIVE pounds.
I wonder how you gain five pounds in one day... unless you're on a cruise ship or participating in an eating competition.
I wonder if my Bitty Kitty will ever make it home.
I wonder what the whole Groundhog Day thing really means... it's sort of a non-holiday holiday. Like St. Patrick's day.
I wonder if we have these goofy holidays during the winter to give us something to do. Things like Singles Awareness Day (Valentine's Day)
I wonder what other single people do for Valentine's Day. I keep thinking, "Stupid Cupid"
I wonder why I'm in so much pain. It's clearly an indication of something wrong.
I wonder when it will end.
I wonder what I should get my daughter in law for her birthday - it's Friday. She'll be 21.
I wonder why Charlie Sheen won't just go to rehab.
I wonder if his parents will get guardianship over him. It seemed to help Brittney.
I wonder how much snow my oldest son has on the ground.
I wonder how many of you are snowed in today.
I wonder when this winter will end...
I wonder what I should eat for breakfast... leaning toward steel cut oats and banana.
I wonder how much my past due fees for my library books are right now... haven't found time to go by. Tried to do the online renewal and it didn't work. Guess I'll be making a donation.
I wonder how many of you are still reading this.
I wonder if you have any questions for me.
I wonder if the beer I drank last night to help with my kidney stones made any difference. I didn't hate it. I slept well.
I wonder how long it will take me to straighten my hair today since I let it dry naturally yesterday. It's a rats nest.
I better get busy with the glam routing.
Have a Wonder-full Wednesday!

newsday Tuesday... what's new in the nest and beyond...

January 2011 has come and gone and honestly... I'm not sorry to see it go. It wasn't a great month for me. February has to be better. I have to work. I have to be well. I have to have my life back. This existance that has ground down to involve me in the nest all the time... I hate it. Yet... I know that every situation you go through serves to build your character... and I'm hoping that mine is evolving...

I'm going to work today. I don't care how much it hurts. I'm going to work.

Man... looks like a lot of you are going to be impacted by this mega storm. We just have rain and wind coming. If you're in the danger zone... ice, multiple feet of snow, etc... my prayers are with you! Be safe! I'd love to hear you ...

I am trying to wrap my mind around this revolution in Egypt. I'm sure it has some long term implications on the US but I'm not wise to the ways of global politics enough to truly appreciate the situation. Perhaps our wise Mr. Drake will weigh in and explain it. I mean... obviously, we have to be concerned about Muslim control of the foreign oil market... we have to worry about our friends in Israel. Mostly... every time I watch news reports about Egypt I either hear "Walk Like and Egyptian" in my head... or "You say you want a revolution..." by the Beatles. Every battle needs a theme song, right?

Yesterday I facebook friended my Cousin Rik, who I haven't seen since childhood... and I looked at his relatives on his page and realized that there is a huge extended family out there that I know nothing about. I didn't even know that Rik didn't have a C in his name. Our family doesn't do reunions well. We are spread so far out that it's impossible to get everyone together... my mother was one of 7 kids... and there were twenty something grandchildren on that side of the family... and most of them have a couple of kids each... you do the math. At least thru facebook, I can know them better. I *heart* facebook.

Bitty still hasn't come home.
Austin woke up on his own today.
Yesterday Austin finally said, "are you doing ok?" It only took him two weeks to figure out I wasn't well.
Of course... I can't even get his brother to return my texts...
Since I declared my retirement from dating, I've been much happier. I was getting tired of trying to sell myself. Selling insurance is enough of a challenge.
I'm here... I'm fairly presentable... I'm gainfully employed... don't mind watching sports... what's not to love?
I'm not looking forward to my CT scan tomorrow because it's a "full bladder" exam. They won't do it unless you're at the bursting point. Because of my cystitis, full bladder = pain. It reminds me of those prenatal ultrasounds... everybody loves 'em... loves getting a peek at their baby to be... not me... I was so durn uncomfortable, it could have been a humanoid from the deep in my womb and I wouldn't care... get the picture, do what you've got to do and get it over with.
My friend Cyndi has been sick with a fever for the past few days, keep her in your prayers, please.
My friend Linda is battling breast cancer. Pray for her too.
Another friend has a little girl (who I adore) with a broken arm... pray for them both. Mommy is very concerned.
I haven't decided which team I'm going to pull for in the Super Bowl. Any suggestions?
I had toyed with the idea of using my buddy pass to go to Purple Michael's show this weekend... then I figured it was too risky to travel on a buddy pass in the winter... to Chicago. In light of the kidney stones and the winter storm... I'm congratulating myself on that wise decision. I don't have a lot of them, I have to embrace them!
I really need to put up some good sales numbers in February... so if you're in Georgia and need any kind of insurance... call me.
Must glam... looking good is half the battle... if I look good, I'll feel good, right?
Love and hugs, y'all.