Now that SE Pennsylvania has become a sub-tropical rain forrest, my hair has been UNBELIEVABLE! We are talking, full on pyramid-shaped afro. Now, I freely admit that I am extremely deficient in hair styling ability. So, when I have to use multiple products to be able to fit through the bathroom doorway without having to duck or turn sidways, it's definitely time for a change.
So, I decided that tonight was the night. Jojo had yet another (!) cheerleading practice (pause), which meant that I had two hours to kill. I looked online to find the closest Hair Cuttery (no appointment required) and set out. When I walked in, I had no idea what I wanted other than a change. So, figuring that I would have time to browse magazines, I was feeling pretty confident. Within five minutes, they call my name. Uh...okay, here we go. The stylist brings me back to her chair and asks what I'm looking to do.
"Uh...I'm not sure...how about that!" I said, pointing at one of the wall posters of a beautiful young blond woman with a cute, funky short hairstyle.
"Great, come on back and we'll get you shampooed!" Her confidence was comforting and I felt great with my decision.
When it was all said and done, the cut looked great. Even the stylist said, "You're walking out of here a whole new person!" Uh...okay...really? On the way to the car, I regain the bounce in my step, however. I can't wait to surprise Jojo with my new look!
After parking back at the gym, I head toward the back area where the girls are practicing. One of the Cheer Moms who is standing outside on her cellphone does an obvious double-take and shouts across the parking lot, "Oh my God! You look great!" I, literally, looked behind me to see who she was talking about. I think we have exchanged all of 20 words since the beginning cheer on August 1. Nope, nobody is behind me. How sweet! I smiled and waved my thanks. Then I walked into the gym. Literally every Cheer Parent who was there gave me a compliment about my haircut. One woman even winked and gave a thumbs up. To tell the truth, I began to feel self-conscious and embarrassed that I must have looked like a complete mess for the entirety of the preceding 6 weeks.
Then my daughter came over, during a water break and said "What did you do to your hair?!" with a dubious expression on her little face. Ah, that's my girl! A much-needed, cold-water in the face, shot of reality from Jojo -- and down to Earth I came. Twenty minutes in that rarified air was about all I could take anyway. Thanks, baby!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Hung over from too much whine!
I have tried and tried to excuse away the selfishness of humanity for the vast majority of my adult life. Unfortunately, at this point I cannot escape the one question that has been burning in the back of my mind for all of that time: Why do some folks seem so incapable of getting out of their own skulls long enough to realize that they actually live on a planet with other people? Since I don't want to bore anyone to death -- although I know many, many people who wouldn't mind boring me to death with the totality of what is one their mind (usually themselves!) at any given time -- I will stick with this week for my examples.
Monday: My darling boy, Bo, has lost the cellphone that he harangued me to get him for a year, and which I told him that he would have to wait until he's a teenager, and then bought for him for his 13th birthday a mere 6 months ago! I immediately go into Sherlock Holmes mode, trying to take Bo, kicking and screaming, step-by-step through the days between the last time he knows he had the phone and when he finally admitted to losing it. He doesn't want to go through this exercise and I am met with the patented teenaged eye rolls/sloutchy pouts/repeated heavy sighs routine. (At one point, I asked Bo if he was in need of an inhaler since he seemed to be having trouble breathing normally...which garnered another heavy sigh. I couldn't resist!) Finally, we get around to calling friends with whom he had spent time between last having his phone and Admission Monday. Are the friends helpful? Not immediately, but they "will look around" and let him know. Uh, cool, can you do that right now? Apparently, not.
Tuesday: I have been in intestinal distress every time I eat for three days. By Day 3 of the Great Potty Race, I'm living on water and icecubes because I a) can't tolerate anything else, b) am afraid of dehydrating, especially since I've also been sweating like a racehorse. (Vogue material, I am not!), and c) have resorted to buying and using A&D ointment, despite my ban on the stuff in my home once Koko was out of diapers. Is my loving husband concerned for my well-being? Well, you tell me. Before going upstairs to bed at 8:45, because he's exhausted!, he asks me to sleep on the couch because it's impossible for him to get any sleep when I am constantly getting out of bed all night. After my head exploded, I fell sideways onto the couch for the remainder of the night. I assume his sleep went undisturbed.
Wednesday: My father has been experiencing chest pains and shortness of breath. He's not very old, in his late 60's, but there is a hideous family history of heart disease on the paternal side of my family. My poor dad has been dealing with this for months, had a cardiac catherization and stent placement a few months back with initial relief, but recently started having problems again and worse than ever. So, he had a nuclear stress test, which came back as okay, and the doctor ordered more tests. The "big day" was scheduled for Wednesday (yesterday). So, it's 8:15 PM and I'm not feeling well, exhausted from getting little, to no, sleep on the couch the night before, annoyed at my husband, and overwhelmed by the information I had just received at Back to School Night for multiple children. I place a call to cry on my mom's shoulder and my dad answers. Do I ask my dad how he is feeling or how the appointment went? No, I just ask for my mom in order to get my complaint-fest rolling.
So...am I immune to Inward Focus Syndrome? Apparently not.
Monday: My darling boy, Bo, has lost the cellphone that he harangued me to get him for a year, and which I told him that he would have to wait until he's a teenager, and then bought for him for his 13th birthday a mere 6 months ago! I immediately go into Sherlock Holmes mode, trying to take Bo, kicking and screaming, step-by-step through the days between the last time he knows he had the phone and when he finally admitted to losing it. He doesn't want to go through this exercise and I am met with the patented teenaged eye rolls/sloutchy pouts/repeated heavy sighs routine. (At one point, I asked Bo if he was in need of an inhaler since he seemed to be having trouble breathing normally...which garnered another heavy sigh. I couldn't resist!) Finally, we get around to calling friends with whom he had spent time between last having his phone and Admission Monday. Are the friends helpful? Not immediately, but they "will look around" and let him know. Uh, cool, can you do that right now? Apparently, not.
Tuesday: I have been in intestinal distress every time I eat for three days. By Day 3 of the Great Potty Race, I'm living on water and icecubes because I a) can't tolerate anything else, b) am afraid of dehydrating, especially since I've also been sweating like a racehorse. (Vogue material, I am not!), and c) have resorted to buying and using A&D ointment, despite my ban on the stuff in my home once Koko was out of diapers. Is my loving husband concerned for my well-being? Well, you tell me. Before going upstairs to bed at 8:45, because he's exhausted!, he asks me to sleep on the couch because it's impossible for him to get any sleep when I am constantly getting out of bed all night. After my head exploded, I fell sideways onto the couch for the remainder of the night. I assume his sleep went undisturbed.
Wednesday: My father has been experiencing chest pains and shortness of breath. He's not very old, in his late 60's, but there is a hideous family history of heart disease on the paternal side of my family. My poor dad has been dealing with this for months, had a cardiac catherization and stent placement a few months back with initial relief, but recently started having problems again and worse than ever. So, he had a nuclear stress test, which came back as okay, and the doctor ordered more tests. The "big day" was scheduled for Wednesday (yesterday). So, it's 8:15 PM and I'm not feeling well, exhausted from getting little, to no, sleep on the couch the night before, annoyed at my husband, and overwhelmed by the information I had just received at Back to School Night for multiple children. I place a call to cry on my mom's shoulder and my dad answers. Do I ask my dad how he is feeling or how the appointment went? No, I just ask for my mom in order to get my complaint-fest rolling.
So...am I immune to Inward Focus Syndrome? Apparently not.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Just Trying to Get Healthy...
I know I said I was ready for some football, but cheerleading craziness is truly something to behold. In desperation, I'm trying to keep up with some sort of fitness routine, but it has been a real pain in the neck (in every respect since I have not been able to turn my head to the left for two days now!). Take last week, for example. Monday, there was no cheerleading and, while we debated taking Jojo to taekwon do (something we're trying to keep up with since it has self-protective qualities -- always a good thing for a petite flower to know), but decided to let her chill out for a night. This gave me a chance to go back to the Y! I was thrilled by the idea of getting back in with the DWA Old Guard and trying to get back in the swim (couldn't resist!) while not drowning. Ugh! The classes don't start until 9/12 and I have a commitment that I can't miss. Grrrrr.... So, it was to the treadmill (making a large arch away from the eliptical trainer that nearly took my life back in July) and marching out a few miles. Boring, but enough to work up a froth. I felt good enough about myself after this bit of "me time" that I re-committed to sticking with a fitness routine.
The rest of the week was CONSUMED by cheerleading. I'm not kidding! But I wasn't going to let it interfere with my new commitment to myself. On Tuesday night, the girls are now "training" for two hours at a cheerleading/gymnastics gym located about a 1/2 hour away from home. Since it was like a sauna in the waiting area, I could have sweat off a few inches, but I chose to spare those around me and headed out for a mall walk, since it was raining pretty hard and I wanted to do something to raise my puserate. I remember the Old Guard had recommened mall walking, so I decided to check it out. Well, the mall was pretty deserted on a Tueday evening, so the walking was okay but I don't think I was wearing the right shoes (are there mall walking shoes?) since I wound up with pains in my shins pretty early on. I returned to the gym for the final 45 mintes of practice. Needless to say, when Jojo walked out and saw me sitting there sweating like a fiend and then limping over to help her with her cheer bag, she was a little concerned and a lot embarrassed. "Mom, what's going on? Why are you sweaty and limping? Did you go running?"
It's okay, honey, I'm just trying to get healthy.
Wednesday was another 2 hr. practice in the gym at one of the elementary schools. There was no room for parents to hang out, but I spied a track behind the school and decided to make the most of it. Since it has been raining for about 38 days and 38 nights, I walked the track while imagining the animals walking 2-by-2 along with me. Actually, the light rain made the walking seem almost too easy, so I decided to start the "speedwalking" routine that I saw demonstrated on Veria (a cable station geared toward masochistic, perimenopausal women who are desperate enough to turn to supplements and silly fitness trends like speedwalking, also known as "doing the duck.") With my keister, the duck walk was pretty easy, until the shin pains started again (are there speedwalking shoes?). I must have been a real sight! Anyway, after about 45 minutes, I headed out to run some errands, feeling good enough about my efforts on the track that I must not have noticed the strange looks that I'm sure I was receiving. When I went back to pick Jojo up from practice, she, again, looked at me with distress and said "What happened? You look like a racoon with an afro! Were you crying? Why are you limping?"
It's okay, honey, I'm just trying to get healthy.
At this point, I believe I have ruined her for "healthy living" for the rest of her life!
The rest of the week was CONSUMED by cheerleading. I'm not kidding! But I wasn't going to let it interfere with my new commitment to myself. On Tuesday night, the girls are now "training" for two hours at a cheerleading/gymnastics gym located about a 1/2 hour away from home. Since it was like a sauna in the waiting area, I could have sweat off a few inches, but I chose to spare those around me and headed out for a mall walk, since it was raining pretty hard and I wanted to do something to raise my puserate. I remember the Old Guard had recommened mall walking, so I decided to check it out. Well, the mall was pretty deserted on a Tueday evening, so the walking was okay but I don't think I was wearing the right shoes (are there mall walking shoes?) since I wound up with pains in my shins pretty early on. I returned to the gym for the final 45 mintes of practice. Needless to say, when Jojo walked out and saw me sitting there sweating like a fiend and then limping over to help her with her cheer bag, she was a little concerned and a lot embarrassed. "Mom, what's going on? Why are you sweaty and limping? Did you go running?"
It's okay, honey, I'm just trying to get healthy.
Wednesday was another 2 hr. practice in the gym at one of the elementary schools. There was no room for parents to hang out, but I spied a track behind the school and decided to make the most of it. Since it has been raining for about 38 days and 38 nights, I walked the track while imagining the animals walking 2-by-2 along with me. Actually, the light rain made the walking seem almost too easy, so I decided to start the "speedwalking" routine that I saw demonstrated on Veria (a cable station geared toward masochistic, perimenopausal women who are desperate enough to turn to supplements and silly fitness trends like speedwalking, also known as "doing the duck.") With my keister, the duck walk was pretty easy, until the shin pains started again (are there speedwalking shoes?). I must have been a real sight! Anyway, after about 45 minutes, I headed out to run some errands, feeling good enough about my efforts on the track that I must not have noticed the strange looks that I'm sure I was receiving. When I went back to pick Jojo up from practice, she, again, looked at me with distress and said "What happened? You look like a racoon with an afro! Were you crying? Why are you limping?"
It's okay, honey, I'm just trying to get healthy.
At this point, I believe I have ruined her for "healthy living" for the rest of her life!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Are we ready for some football?
Well, Jojo's squad is in the thick of cheerleading season. I say "cheerleading season" this year because Bo has decided not to play football this year. I must admit that I miss seeing him all padded up and headed out on the field. I understand his reasons, i.e., he's on the small side for his age, has fallen in love with LAX and wants to play as much of that as he can to try to earn a spot on the varsity team this spring, etc., etc. But, where my head understands, my heart still feels a little out of sorts.
It's not that I don't enjoy watching Jojo cheer. She's a tiny little thing (frankly, she turned out to be everything I would have picked off the "Make a Girl Baby" menu!), so she is one of the flyers on the team. That means she's front and center, and often about 10 feet in the air! She's good at it and really does like the whole thing: sport, comraderie, attention and admiration. (chuckle) She's a ham and a half! They are getting ready for their first competition in a few weeks, and the sideline cheering has been fun.
Which brings me back to those dang sidelines. So...I've been trying to enjoy watching the sons of other moms and dads out on the grid iron. Naturally, when the girls go into one of their cheers, I join in, shaking my "air pom-poms" and adding my own "woo hoos!" (Probably, much to the horror of my daughter.) In fact, I ran into a work friend on the sidelines at the latest game and found out that his son plays for same team that has Jojo's cheer squad! And now that I know that I have my own surrogate-Bo to root for from the stands, and my darling little girl on the sidelines, I can say: "Yes, I'm ready for some football!
It's not that I don't enjoy watching Jojo cheer. She's a tiny little thing (frankly, she turned out to be everything I would have picked off the "Make a Girl Baby" menu!), so she is one of the flyers on the team. That means she's front and center, and often about 10 feet in the air! She's good at it and really does like the whole thing: sport, comraderie, attention and admiration. (chuckle) She's a ham and a half! They are getting ready for their first competition in a few weeks, and the sideline cheering has been fun.
Which brings me back to those dang sidelines. So...I've been trying to enjoy watching the sons of other moms and dads out on the grid iron. Naturally, when the girls go into one of their cheers, I join in, shaking my "air pom-poms" and adding my own "woo hoos!" (Probably, much to the horror of my daughter.) In fact, I ran into a work friend on the sidelines at the latest game and found out that his son plays for same team that has Jojo's cheer squad! And now that I know that I have my own surrogate-Bo to root for from the stands, and my darling little girl on the sidelines, I can say: "Yes, I'm ready for some football!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Toppling Over...
I'm not quite sure what is going on with the weather in southeastern Pennsylvania in August 2011, except to say that it's starting to get a little scary and a lot weird! Usually we're in the "dog days" and I'm completely miserable because it's incredibly hot and humid with NO RAIN RELIEF anywhere in sight. This year is just the opposite. Well, we've had a couple of hot and humid days when I could feel my hair curling up throughout the day to the point where I leave school looking much different than when I walked in. (I'll put it this way, I NEVER purposely sport an afro!) Quite a few of these spontaneously rearranging hair events, however, have been started by rain rather than mere humidity.
Today, however, after many days of rain, a small earthquake and, before an impending Category 2 hurricane strike, a tree in our yard decided to uproot itself and take out wires on it's way to the ground. I heard something strange (to say the least) and looked out to see the ass end of one of our big, old trees, surrounded by sparks. My cellphone had been flashing a red battery icon at me repeatedly, and we had no telephone or electricty, so I went outside, turned on the car, plugged in the phone charger and called the electric company and the phone company to report downed wires. Of course, since it was actually raining (again!) this morning, I wasn't worried about fire. But, sitting in the car, in the rain, with the windows up, and waiting for the repairmen to appear did spark on of those aforementioned spontaneously rearranging hair events.
The "wire guys" appeared fairly quickly, but it took a long time to resolve the issue. The "tree guys" also came by quickly, and their work took even longer. I felt bad for them, working out in the rain in what must have been pretty dangerous conditions. Unfortunately, hysteria was overwhelming me, and my hair was (as mentioned) crazy, so I'm pretty sure that they all were much more afraid of the conditions in my home than those outside. Everytime I tried to ask a question, I dissolved into the giggles and had to make my excuses and walk away.
So...it cleared up later in the day and I decided to take Jojo to her cheer practice and walk the trail. It's been a couple of days and I really needed to get some exercise and to walk off some tension. Everything was going well; it was cool and refreshing (for August) and I wasn't huffing and puffing along like the little, red Engine that Could. So, I'm feeling good...until I trip over a branch that fell across the path.
"Timber!"
Today, however, after many days of rain, a small earthquake and, before an impending Category 2 hurricane strike, a tree in our yard decided to uproot itself and take out wires on it's way to the ground. I heard something strange (to say the least) and looked out to see the ass end of one of our big, old trees, surrounded by sparks. My cellphone had been flashing a red battery icon at me repeatedly, and we had no telephone or electricty, so I went outside, turned on the car, plugged in the phone charger and called the electric company and the phone company to report downed wires. Of course, since it was actually raining (again!) this morning, I wasn't worried about fire. But, sitting in the car, in the rain, with the windows up, and waiting for the repairmen to appear did spark on of those aforementioned spontaneously rearranging hair events.
The "wire guys" appeared fairly quickly, but it took a long time to resolve the issue. The "tree guys" also came by quickly, and their work took even longer. I felt bad for them, working out in the rain in what must have been pretty dangerous conditions. Unfortunately, hysteria was overwhelming me, and my hair was (as mentioned) crazy, so I'm pretty sure that they all were much more afraid of the conditions in my home than those outside. Everytime I tried to ask a question, I dissolved into the giggles and had to make my excuses and walk away.
So...it cleared up later in the day and I decided to take Jojo to her cheer practice and walk the trail. It's been a couple of days and I really needed to get some exercise and to walk off some tension. Everything was going well; it was cool and refreshing (for August) and I wasn't huffing and puffing along like the little, red Engine that Could. So, I'm feeling good...until I trip over a branch that fell across the path.
"Timber!"
Friday, August 19, 2011
Dreams in the Bounce House
It's been the rainiest August that I can remember -- all on the weekends, it seems -- so today I decided to check out the new bounce house play facility with the kids. They each got to bring a friends, so I wasn't too worried about having an appendage dragging me into a bounce house made for people under 100 pounds. (I'm always afraid that I will get into one of those and it will split -- not because of me -- but it will look like it was because I'm so heavy that the bounce house popped!) It was a good tactic, that worked for the whole time we were there.
While the kids were jumping and running like maniacs, I had a lot of time to take some stock of my life this summer. Major bummer that it is, my relationship with my ex-husband has gone from "eh" to "blech!" between Memorial Day weekend and what is now almost Labor Day weekend. He's got problems; they're not new. (There are a lot of reasons that B and I got divorced and, unfortunately, none of them have resolved.) That being said, I have worked very hard to try to have a cordial relationship with Bo and Jojo's father, for their sake and, frankly, to make my own life easier. Unfortunately, he has been completely unreliable, to say the least, as far as his custodial weekends go. A few weeks ago, I determined that we needed to have our custody arrangements put in writing so there are no lingering questions, and I told him about it, which he disputed, but then acquiesced. My attorney filed a petition for a custody conference that, frankly, does read rather harshly, but this is what she told me has to happen in order to get a conference quickly. Remember: he knew it was coming, and the goal is to have our arrangements committed to writing and filed as an agreement in the court.
Well, he went...ballistic, to say the least. I was in the bounce house-a-rama being screamed at by my ex about how he is going to destroy me with witnesses and a dossier that he has amassed on all the ways that I'm a terrible mother, etc. ,etc. While this is happening, I'm hearing "Look here, Mommy!" "Watch this!" and smiling and waving at the two children that have kept me tied to this maniac. So, I tuned his verbal abuse out long enough to dream about how things might have been if a) he was a more reasonable person, or b) I was a more self-assured person who didn't feel that I needed to marry this person to avoid the ridicule of my family over a broken engagement, or c) I would have listened to the minister who pulled out of officiating our wedding because she told me that she could not be a party of a wedding that she knew would never work. He screamed himself raw and hung up on me long before I realized that the cell phone went dead. Then, I heard "Hey, Mom, check it out!" and my son did a half-gainer off an inflatable platform into a ball pit and stood up with a flourish "TA DA!" Reality: I would never have Bo or Jojo if I didn't first have B. And my life dream of being a mom would have not come true when I was 32 and 36...that's the fact. All the bullshit is worth making that dream come true.
While the kids were jumping and running like maniacs, I had a lot of time to take some stock of my life this summer. Major bummer that it is, my relationship with my ex-husband has gone from "eh" to "blech!" between Memorial Day weekend and what is now almost Labor Day weekend. He's got problems; they're not new. (There are a lot of reasons that B and I got divorced and, unfortunately, none of them have resolved.) That being said, I have worked very hard to try to have a cordial relationship with Bo and Jojo's father, for their sake and, frankly, to make my own life easier. Unfortunately, he has been completely unreliable, to say the least, as far as his custodial weekends go. A few weeks ago, I determined that we needed to have our custody arrangements put in writing so there are no lingering questions, and I told him about it, which he disputed, but then acquiesced. My attorney filed a petition for a custody conference that, frankly, does read rather harshly, but this is what she told me has to happen in order to get a conference quickly. Remember: he knew it was coming, and the goal is to have our arrangements committed to writing and filed as an agreement in the court.
Well, he went...ballistic, to say the least. I was in the bounce house-a-rama being screamed at by my ex about how he is going to destroy me with witnesses and a dossier that he has amassed on all the ways that I'm a terrible mother, etc. ,etc. While this is happening, I'm hearing "Look here, Mommy!" "Watch this!" and smiling and waving at the two children that have kept me tied to this maniac. So, I tuned his verbal abuse out long enough to dream about how things might have been if a) he was a more reasonable person, or b) I was a more self-assured person who didn't feel that I needed to marry this person to avoid the ridicule of my family over a broken engagement, or c) I would have listened to the minister who pulled out of officiating our wedding because she told me that she could not be a party of a wedding that she knew would never work. He screamed himself raw and hung up on me long before I realized that the cell phone went dead. Then, I heard "Hey, Mom, check it out!" and my son did a half-gainer off an inflatable platform into a ball pit and stood up with a flourish "TA DA!" Reality: I would never have Bo or Jojo if I didn't first have B. And my life dream of being a mom would have not come true when I was 32 and 36...that's the fact. All the bullshit is worth making that dream come true.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Reconnecting
On a RARE child-free weekend, I spent most of Saturday reconnecting with some of my great girlfriends. There is nothing like spending some hours with folks who really know you -- I mean REALLY know you! It's liberating. No pretense needed. Check the uber-Mom apron, the Teacher-of-the-Year cloak, and the Dolly Dimples Goodneighbor shoes at the door. Some of these ladies knew me as a teenager, one as a college student, some of them knew me in my first disasterous marriage, some have only known me as a mom. But then, I knew them all then, too! The many faces of Tracy, all looking back at me from the same mirror. Interesting, a bit scary, and then fun, fun, fun!
Of course, I did some reconnecting with Chuck, too. Another thing that is necessary but, sadly, oh so rare. How easy it is to get caught up in Mom/Dad world and forget that before we were a family, we were a couple. His work has been booming lately, and my job is smack-dab in the crazy pre-semester period, so between those hats and then kid-obligations, we were truly spending way too many nights sitting next to one another while staring at a laptop screen, working before going to sleep, before getting up to go to work again. No interaction whatsoever! So, on Friday we had dinner at a Lebanese restaurant in Center City and then caught a Phillies game. Sure, the game was terrible -- I am officially the bad luck charm for this particular pitcher -- but I thoroughly enjoyed just being Tracy spending time with my husband, Chuck.
Unfortunately, Sunday was rainy which usually brings on the mega-aches and pains of MS. I swear I can feel every square inch of barometric pressure. Ugh! Then today, not only is it Monday, but it's STILL RAINING. Blah, blah, blah...who the hell likes Mondays anyway?
I'm just gonna close my eyes and think back on my awesome weekend..."Hello! My name is Tracy."
Of course, I did some reconnecting with Chuck, too. Another thing that is necessary but, sadly, oh so rare. How easy it is to get caught up in Mom/Dad world and forget that before we were a family, we were a couple. His work has been booming lately, and my job is smack-dab in the crazy pre-semester period, so between those hats and then kid-obligations, we were truly spending way too many nights sitting next to one another while staring at a laptop screen, working before going to sleep, before getting up to go to work again. No interaction whatsoever! So, on Friday we had dinner at a Lebanese restaurant in Center City and then caught a Phillies game. Sure, the game was terrible -- I am officially the bad luck charm for this particular pitcher -- but I thoroughly enjoyed just being Tracy spending time with my husband, Chuck.
Unfortunately, Sunday was rainy which usually brings on the mega-aches and pains of MS. I swear I can feel every square inch of barometric pressure. Ugh! Then today, not only is it Monday, but it's STILL RAINING. Blah, blah, blah...who the hell likes Mondays anyway?
I'm just gonna close my eyes and think back on my awesome weekend..."Hello! My name is Tracy."
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