My scientific research confirms that yesterday was officially the most
popular birthday on the planet! Happy birthday to my dad, Bill, who is 60
years old! Also, my niece
Mekensie,
Nori's
"Charming" Liam, little girl Sophia, Chef Rachel , Adviser Ellen, and
Pastor Luke, none of whom read this blog. It's the thought that counts. I took the morning off to celebrate with my Dad and
Henny with a picnic at the zoo, but somehow we ended up at The Olive Garden on 394 instead. Don't judge, we made memories one
breadstick at a time.
At breakfast
Nori was eating a bowl of Cheerios so I told her that when I was little girl I ate
Cheerios every
morning for breakfast. I left
out the fact that I also had seven
Flinstone vitamins washed down with a quart of
chocolate milk (it's okay Mom, "
they didn't know about nutrition" in the 80's). Anyway, Nori gave me that look like, "
You were a kid? That's impossible".
I
am sure you are sick of hearing about about my back & hips, but so am I so we are even. I am 3 weeks into a flare-up
brought on by doing my prescribed exercises with a resistance band. I
have moments of feeling so hopeless that it will never get better (I
felt the same way about my foot pain and it is just fine now so I will
try to stay positive, like a throat culture). I am going to start some
private
Pilates
sessions on the reformer to keep working on my core strength. I just want to be pain-free, stop taking so much Advil, be active, pose for a swimsuit calendar, invent a cure for Lyme's disease (wait...) and someday (not now) try to have another baby. All of which seem impossible when laying
on my ice pack. Boo hoo me! I am hoping to reverse jinx myself by talking about this.
science lesson