Sun...Capricorn
Moon...Libra (think "harmony")
Phase..slowly edging to it's new phase
Time...3:23pm
Weather...52 degrees and sunny in DC
Mood...Stiff, bored...stiff as a board!
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QuoteDiva sez: "Without pleasure man would live like a fool and soon die." -Pierre de Beaumarchais

MY SIX MINUTES STARTS NOW!...
Ever since doing the broad jump and landing on my ass when I was 11, I've had back problems. I was diagnosed with a lumbar sprain. Nothing horrible, nothing too debilitating but something pesky. From time to time in the past 33 years I've, from time to time had aches and pains. Decades of dance didn't help. But now that I'm not as active and yeh, go ahead and say if Rubble OUT OF FREAKING SHAPE, my back tends to stiffen up at a drop of a hat.
About three times in my life my back has "gone out".... it happened the day after fiance left for Las Vegas for a CES convention. (You guys would love it...show girls, new electronic gadgets, porn stars attending their awards banquet (yes they do!) and the newest gizmos etc....) Anyway, I woke up Monday and said...oh oh, I'm in a little trouble here! We live in a big house, my two younger kids are gone and my oldest (the one I've had trouble with see post of several days ago...) is around but not around if you know what I mean. So it's Chloe and me up here in the bed on the second floor. I'm ok. He's back early Friday morning but it got me to thinking...
Number one...RUBBLE you are pathetic, what are you letting happen? You are slowly losing your fitness. You've gotten soft and lazy! I used to weigh 120 18 months ago, now I weigh 142-144. I used to work 3 jobs, one of those jobs was working at a gym and thus I got a free membership and worked out 6 out of 7 days) and now, nada (the treadmill from time to time) and my back is saying NO MAS, NO MAS! Enough is enough.
This is ridiculous. I need to put getting back in shape, a top priority. I was a dancer for many years. I taught dance, I worked out. I know better. I know a strong back is a back that won't go out when I freaking SNEEZE with my head in the wrong ass direction!
Number two...There is a fellow blogger, her name is Matillda. "Bad Choices, Bad Luck" She is 51...has MS, living in a bldg in NY that has no elevators, her ex took her in and takes care of her and he has arthritis. She does the computer with voice activated programs that sometimes cooperate and sometimes don't. I got just a tiny taste of her life. She has the use of one arm. Her world is that apt. building. She is nearly a quadriplegic. Suddenly I felt her pain.
But in a day or two I will be fine. Matillda will not. I will be given a fresh chance to get off my ass and improve my life and by GOD I will. I will not waste another day. I feel like Jimmy Stewart in It's A Wonderful Life. I feel like Ebeneezer Scrooge! I have a shot at redemption. God gave me a healthy body. I need to honor it more.
Disease and problems like my back are simply manifestations of dis-ease and living unhealthfully. It's time to get my ass in gear.
To Matillda I say, I wish you had the same opportunity. If there is any consolation, you inspired me. You reminded me not to take my health for granted. I know, small consolation.
My Six Minutes Are Up!
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