|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Well, I for one, feel soooo much more at ease knowing my president will be throwing out the first ball at Yankee Stadium tonight... That'll show those terrorist bastards what's what!!! They've probably got Cheney hunkered down in the Presidential bunker, hooked up to some heart/lung machine, issuing orders via a computer chip some scientist installed in his cranium...
Although I'm going to wear that monitor thingy to check my own dear heart's activities, I'm certain the reason it has been doing the old stop/start is stress, plain and simple.
See, I have so few coping skills. I joke around and act like everything is okay, but, apparently, my body knows otherwise.
I can't change the world around me. Stuff is going to happen. But, I cannot allow things affect me physically. That's just dumb.
Therefore, I have made a decision to devote one hour each and every night - to the emotional and spiritual nurturing of - ME. I will use this hour in any fashion I see fit. I will absolutely walk every night during this hour, to facilitate weight-loss, cardio health, and to increase the endorphin levels in my brain, I will walk, even when it's cold and dark. I will paint my toenails and moisturize my face so that I feel pretty. I will read at least two pages of a book each night for entertainment and relaxation. I will floss for optimum oral hygiene. I will breathe, meditate and pray. I am worth this effort.
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|