Ok, so the title is somewhat misleading, but that is exactly how I felt last night. Why, you may ask, because I took my first ever (and definitely not the last) trip to the chiropractor. HOLY COW! I think I'm addicted. I've moved on from Craigslist, and now I'm officially addicted to the chiropractor. It doesn't hurt to mention that he's pretty darn cute as well.
Back to the subject at hand.....I couldn't help myself Sunday night, but I had to dive into the ever looming task that is like a huge elephant in my living room.... (da da da daaaaa) Spring Cleaning. Yes, it's not spring, but I needed to start. I couldn't think of anything else but doing it. Well, my spring cleaning is another term for cleaning out my closets and storage because I clean my house all the time. Oh and yes all the junk drawers are cleaned out as well. I couldn't refrain from spring cleaning, so I took that task Sunday night and began. I was loving it. Can you believe that I cleaned out my 2 closets in my bedroom, and I wound up with 6 large trash bags to give to my dad! He takes them to school for foster kids. That doesn't count the bags of trash that I ended up with. Amazing!!! Although, my husband kindly pointed out that if I were going to start my spring cleaning that I needed to be aware that we weren't in a financial position at the moment to replace all the clothes I was going to get rid of. Yeah, I knew this. I'll just get a little at a time...... :)
So after hours of up and down, hauling bags to the trash, hauling bags to my car...I went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night with my hip hurting. It wasn't life threatening, don't worry. I will live. It just hurt enough for me to wonder if I was ever going to be able to go back to sleep. The next morning my hip was still hurting, but when I lifted my right leg, it hurt my lower back. Funny how the back works, isn't it?
Well.....long story short...I went to the cute chiropractor. I hate going to the doctor, but I've been going a lot more lately because I've got the insurance. I figure I may as well since I'm paying for it. So a million "POPS" later, I feel free......my arms I swear are 2 inches longer. My shoulder blades are farther apart than they have ever been, and I guarantee you I was taller. I felt like Gumby. He was just moving me around in every which way. I literally felt free. That's all I could talk about last night. My poor sister had to hear that over and over and over.
So....I am extremely sore today, but I am an official advocate for chiropractors. The school that they go to must be overwhelming. I don't know how they do it without breaking bones.
Later dudes!!!!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Nobody ever paid my ransom!!!
Ok.....so I wasn't kidnapped. I did disappear for a little while though, but please know that I have kept up with you all via blogs. ( I promise, that is the truth! )
What actually prompted me to write again after having such a long lapse in what others would NOT call creative writing is Am's last blog. Yes, Am, you have inspired me. I thought that since I've been terrible at keeping everybody updated, the best response from me would be to bribe you all to remain my loyal and loving friends by writing a blog praising you on the priceless friendships that you share with me. ( Hopefully it works! )
I am able to say all this because you three are the only ones that read my blog. I have been in somewhat of a funk lately, and I want you to know that you all 3 have made my day in one way or another (even though you may have never realized it). Whether it was via a random email about day to day things or an email with a special thought specfically for me, I have appreciated them all. Just receiving an email from one of you three really brightens my day.
Even though we are all many, many miles apart, it's nice to know that we're still friends. We've all been through times and moments where we didn't necessarily feel like we needed each other. No matter what your opinion, I've always needed my 3 best friends, and I regret the days where I thought I didn't need you. I hope that I will continue to realize that I need you, and I know, no matter what, you will always be there.
Our very distinct personalities I think make us the perfect friends. Please note, I said DISTINCT. :) I think we can all agree on that.
I am constantly reminded of the good ole days because Josey is 12 now. I am her go-to-parent to talk about cute boys, silly stories, etc....... Now, I distinctly remember us being funny. Here's a great example as to why we really may not have been, and we just thought we were:
The other day while foling laundry and watching a Law & Order episode that I have seen a few times before, I heard continuous giggling from Josey's bedroom. I take that back, it wasn't giggling. It was hysteria. I just knew that whatever was happening had to be hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing listening to her chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.....
I patiently waited for her to get off the phone with her friend because I, now feeling 12 again, was completely anxious to hear what I knew what going to be the funniest story I had ever heard. Finally, after listening to hysteria and trying to concentrate on Law & Order because I was growing extremely impatient, she got off the phone.
Here comes the story........are you ready?.........ok, I'm not going to tell you the story. Why, you may ask...because it wasn't funny at all. I had to fake a smile throughout this entire story so she wouldn't see the look that I was feeling like I should have posted on my face. Oh, and I had to fake this smile while she can barely even tell me the story through her giggling. Can you believe it? I was all worked up for nothing. Now I would tell you the story, but it really is a waste of time.
It just got me thinking.....were we funny? Did we really spend hours upon hours laughing at things that in no way seemed to contain a hint of humor? I'm hoping and praying that we were funny because we weren't even normal. Our "crew" would not have spent 30 minutes laughing, we would have spent hours, so.....did we waste hours upon hours thinking we were funny? Were we funny?
Believe it or not, this bothered me so bad I asked my parents if we were funny. Now, I consider my dad a "cool" person, so I trust his judgement. He said we really were funny, I'm hoping...my fingers are crossed......
Actually, if we weren't. I don't want to know. I want to continue to marinate in the fact that we were the funniest group of people I had ever been around. We were. It just doesn't matter. :) WE WERE FUNNY!
What actually prompted me to write again after having such a long lapse in what others would NOT call creative writing is Am's last blog. Yes, Am, you have inspired me. I thought that since I've been terrible at keeping everybody updated, the best response from me would be to bribe you all to remain my loyal and loving friends by writing a blog praising you on the priceless friendships that you share with me. ( Hopefully it works! )
I am able to say all this because you three are the only ones that read my blog. I have been in somewhat of a funk lately, and I want you to know that you all 3 have made my day in one way or another (even though you may have never realized it). Whether it was via a random email about day to day things or an email with a special thought specfically for me, I have appreciated them all. Just receiving an email from one of you three really brightens my day.
Even though we are all many, many miles apart, it's nice to know that we're still friends. We've all been through times and moments where we didn't necessarily feel like we needed each other. No matter what your opinion, I've always needed my 3 best friends, and I regret the days where I thought I didn't need you. I hope that I will continue to realize that I need you, and I know, no matter what, you will always be there.
Our very distinct personalities I think make us the perfect friends. Please note, I said DISTINCT. :) I think we can all agree on that.
I am constantly reminded of the good ole days because Josey is 12 now. I am her go-to-parent to talk about cute boys, silly stories, etc....... Now, I distinctly remember us being funny. Here's a great example as to why we really may not have been, and we just thought we were:
The other day while foling laundry and watching a Law & Order episode that I have seen a few times before, I heard continuous giggling from Josey's bedroom. I take that back, it wasn't giggling. It was hysteria. I just knew that whatever was happening had to be hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing listening to her chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.....
I patiently waited for her to get off the phone with her friend because I, now feeling 12 again, was completely anxious to hear what I knew what going to be the funniest story I had ever heard. Finally, after listening to hysteria and trying to concentrate on Law & Order because I was growing extremely impatient, she got off the phone.
Here comes the story........are you ready?.........ok, I'm not going to tell you the story. Why, you may ask...because it wasn't funny at all. I had to fake a smile throughout this entire story so she wouldn't see the look that I was feeling like I should have posted on my face. Oh, and I had to fake this smile while she can barely even tell me the story through her giggling. Can you believe it? I was all worked up for nothing. Now I would tell you the story, but it really is a waste of time.
It just got me thinking.....were we funny? Did we really spend hours upon hours laughing at things that in no way seemed to contain a hint of humor? I'm hoping and praying that we were funny because we weren't even normal. Our "crew" would not have spent 30 minutes laughing, we would have spent hours, so.....did we waste hours upon hours thinking we were funny? Were we funny?
Believe it or not, this bothered me so bad I asked my parents if we were funny. Now, I consider my dad a "cool" person, so I trust his judgement. He said we really were funny, I'm hoping...my fingers are crossed......
Actually, if we weren't. I don't want to know. I want to continue to marinate in the fact that we were the funniest group of people I had ever been around. We were. It just doesn't matter. :) WE WERE FUNNY!
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