wouldn't it be nice to never grow old. to never have aches and pains, get fat or wrinkled, stressed out or sad? well that's not real life and the things i do like about life in general is that it presents opportunities and you will win some and lose some. oh, and we only have so long to get it right. since i was a kid i've always thought of 2 people. ritchie valens and buddy holly. i am a fan, yes. but buddy holly always told his dad he knew he would die young and yet ritchie finds his voice, his women and his way and dies young anyway. did one embrace death vs the other. we'll never know. when i was a teen into my early 20's i used to think i would die young. i was almost certain it would be doing something glorious like sky diving or sword fighting. i also didn't think my family would have missed me much. now that i'm grown with a family of my own, i want to live forever. and the scary part is i feel my body revolting against me. and it makes me wonder whats going on that i don't have answers to? i've been numb almost everyday now and and some days my motor skills are affected. there are days when it's difficult to complete thoughts and sentences let alone work. my patience is running low and i'm so easily agitated it's no wonder i can't wait to go to bed, it's the only time when my minds at ease. u of m was kind enough to make me an appt for AUGUST 2ND (no urgency there huh?) so i will suck it up in the meantime.
on the bright side, we head to florida soon and i'm looking forward to decompressing and basking in the sunlight with my family.
knowing that i'll get answers eventually helps, but in the meantime so does liquor.
i certainly feel for those without health insurance or a doctor to take care of them. but if someone would escort me to the front of the line that would be ok too.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I'm reloading, what are you doing?
it's been a while, kids...
i'm thinking about this whole blog concept as a way of self expression and keeping my momma happy. cuz if momma ain't happy... you know the rest.
so i consider myself a realtor to the stars. well, stars in michigan anyway. if you've worked with me i treat like you one so relish it. and kid rock, if your listening... i have a great crib for you. holla at your girl.
in other news, i had this amazing idea to go to the range with a friend today. a nice change of pace really because i usually fly solo. so courtney (yes she's uber famous, all my friends are) wanted to join me. her hubby is one of livonia's finest so we figured this would be a hoot. we decided to meet at the local coffee joint (aka, my second home) so i could give a quick run down on how "hunny" (aka my bad ass 9mm) operates.
mo, the coffee guru said i could take her in the back of the shop (where they store the beans) and show her how it's going to go. all is fine and a-dandy until i look up (hunny in hand) and see a wayne county sherriff staring at us with his hand on HIS piece.
so i gulped and said "holy shit am i in trouble? i was totally showing her how this works before going to the range and it's not loaded(at the moment) " officer brooks smirked and i knew this was it. i'm getting cuffed. my husband is going to be pissed.
then i got a good look at him and said "hey! you were the one that finger printed me when i applied for my cpl, and this is not what it looks like" (yes, it was but whatever)
poor courtney just stood there like a deer (but in designer clothing and a cute pony tail) wondering what HER husband (umm, a cop) would think of this display of stupidity.
then his memory triggered and he said he remembered me and that i was THE realtor to the stars. and i thought, AHA! i'm so not getting arrested now!
however once his smile faded he let me know that he could see me thru the window blah blah blah, even though court was my look out. turns out mo, that little pecker told him to come back and mess with us. and he not only did he do just that, but the guy was an A+ actor.
after my color returned we left, and i told mo i owed him an ass kicking and then it was his turn to gulp. (mission accomplished)
the range was the shiz, courtney should be a sniper should her current career fizzle and i the famous realtor that i am pictured mo's ugly mug when i blew my target to shreds.
and that my friends is my wednesday.
i'm thinking about this whole blog concept as a way of self expression and keeping my momma happy. cuz if momma ain't happy... you know the rest.
so i consider myself a realtor to the stars. well, stars in michigan anyway. if you've worked with me i treat like you one so relish it. and kid rock, if your listening... i have a great crib for you. holla at your girl.
in other news, i had this amazing idea to go to the range with a friend today. a nice change of pace really because i usually fly solo. so courtney (yes she's uber famous, all my friends are) wanted to join me. her hubby is one of livonia's finest so we figured this would be a hoot. we decided to meet at the local coffee joint (aka, my second home) so i could give a quick run down on how "hunny" (aka my bad ass 9mm) operates.
mo, the coffee guru said i could take her in the back of the shop (where they store the beans) and show her how it's going to go. all is fine and a-dandy until i look up (hunny in hand) and see a wayne county sherriff staring at us with his hand on HIS piece.
so i gulped and said "holy shit am i in trouble? i was totally showing her how this works before going to the range and it's not loaded(at the moment) " officer brooks smirked and i knew this was it. i'm getting cuffed. my husband is going to be pissed.
then i got a good look at him and said "hey! you were the one that finger printed me when i applied for my cpl, and this is not what it looks like" (yes, it was but whatever)
poor courtney just stood there like a deer (but in designer clothing and a cute pony tail) wondering what HER husband (umm, a cop) would think of this display of stupidity.
then his memory triggered and he said he remembered me and that i was THE realtor to the stars. and i thought, AHA! i'm so not getting arrested now!
however once his smile faded he let me know that he could see me thru the window blah blah blah, even though court was my look out. turns out mo, that little pecker told him to come back and mess with us. and he not only did he do just that, but the guy was an A+ actor.
after my color returned we left, and i told mo i owed him an ass kicking and then it was his turn to gulp. (mission accomplished)
the range was the shiz, courtney should be a sniper should her current career fizzle and i the famous realtor that i am pictured mo's ugly mug when i blew my target to shreds.
and that my friends is my wednesday.
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