Invincible children...Invincible NOT

Can you tell I'm not much of a blogger.  Anyway, sometime last week I was having a discussion with my very best friend that lately I've been feeling...OLD.  I know I may only be **cough26cough cough** this coming year but I'm starting to feel aches and pains "Old People" grumble about.  For example, last week, I finally made an appointment to see a foot doctor because I was having some heel pain.  The pain tends to highten when it's cold or I haven't done much walking that day, so it tenses up and hard to step on.  So I'm nervous thinking the worst of things, like my foot getting cut off (this is from watching to many doctrine shows, namely, GREY'S ANATOMY).  But it turns out, my muscles inflamed due to shoes that I wear, no heel support =  pain, I should be okay once I change my shoes and do a little more walking and it should straighten itself out...Phew...that's a close one eh?!?  And then here's the topper, I was walking my dog..la-la-la-laaa, with my litte cousin and we're playing around while walking and then he decides to push me, I get off balance and I go flying on the ground alongside him, because he too lost his balance.  He non-challantly gets up, laughs and runs after the dog whose leash I accidentally let go of.  I get up with such pain on my knees, trying to run after them.  I can feel my knees locking and by the end of the walk, I was in a lot of pain that it hurt to move at all...My cousin, he's got scrapes and bruises but he's still running about, not a care in the world.  And I started to think, when did I get so OLD.  When we were younger, it just seemed like we were susceptible to pain or at least our pain threshold seemed so much stronger. How does it weaken? When did it weaken? Is it all mental?  Can I will myself to be as energetic?  to be carefree? Most of all...Painfree??!??

40 days, 40 nights

For all the Roman Catholics out there, t'is the Lenten season.  With that in mind I have given up eating out (no fast food, no restaurant food, no caf food...no take out or ordering in) which is big on me cuz I love food and no friendster/facebook, which is also a big deal cuz I frequent those sites as well... what can I say...I have a lot of addictions. 

Anyway, I went to the Ash Wednesday mass and the Priests' homily or reflection made me realize that there's more to giving up, sacrificing.  You, as a roman catholic, should be 'giving of your arms', volunteer; which i haven't done in ages.  So, now I just need to find a place where I can volunteer at.  I was thinking of 2 places in particular, WSPA cuz they need people to do administrative work over the weekends or the Food bank.  hhhmmmm?!?

Well, that's it for me today. Good Luck to all my fellow catholics and oh yes there are 3 things to concentrate on for this LENT> sacrifice > giving of arms > prayer...

"May God be with You"

I cho-choo-choose you, Valentine!

It's a classic line from Ralphy.  I did indeed enjoy that episode.  Anyway, I opened this account up...hhmm...months ago, literally.  I was intrigued by a certain, LIZKA, read her LIZKA-isms and LOVED her animated bluster that I wanted to comment on it. To do so, you needed to sign up.  Hence, here I am.  But seeing how this is a wonderful vessel for expression, ventilation, titillation, emancipation, I decided to start my blogging.  But I'll hold off on any rants today, for today is not just any other ordinary day...It's V-day (duh), so I'm here to profess..."My LoOooOOVe, LoOOOoOOve"(sing it like JT, get me?!?) 

Hey Bun, Sometimes I wonder how the 2 of us became as 1.  We're complete opposites, literally night and day.  But if I had to choose I wouldn't have it or want it any other way.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, you're the only one who keeps me grounded and elevated at the same time.  You make up for the qualities I lack, and best of all, you're my bestfriend.  Of course there are some downsides to that, for starters I aint getting no romanticisms in my life.  Don't worry, I won't get into that, cuz deep down I know that I don't need all that glitz and glam.  Out loud, It's Real.  It's You Babe.