Good Morning All!!

I am feel so darn good today, want to sing or chirp..tweet, tweet. The sun is shining, March is coming to an end, my PMA is back!!

I've been on my treadmill three mornings in a row! Need to keep walking as it is a PMA boost and thinking time for me. Soon I'll be able to walk outside, yes I'm a fair weather walker.

At my checkup a few weeks ago, my blood test was a little off, thyroid. So they took more blood last week and it looks like my thyroid might be a little off..whatever that means....tend to gain weight yikes, being tired, colder, happier? that what's I thought too. Anyway I don't feel like I have an symptoms, but just in case am going to be hitting the walking trail more often.

I have gained back my postbomb weight, which is okay. According to other people I was "too thin" my dad liked to point it out and encouraged me to eat more, this is the same man who looks like walking skeleton himself

H was gone for about five hours last night, when he got home we talked about the basketball games, where he went, that he only had two beers the whole night--said he was sick. Something inside me was saying he was with OW, but then who knows, and really there isn't anything I could do if he was with her. It's just his clothes weren't smokey smelling.

H has a doctor appt. this Friday, which he confessed to Saturday night, they want to "scope" him to find out what's wrong with his stomach. H is in pain for about three hours after he eats, spend a lot of time in the bathroom. H doesn't think it has anything to do with his drinking either..surprise, surprise..

This week is going to be my week. I have social activities tomorrow night and Thursday night with gal pals.

I have been praying a lot. My prayer closet is with me all the time. It's that place in my head, that other world/God, that I can go to whenever I need to. This morning I even said a little pray for my H's drinking buddies. There was a very sad story in the paper this weekend about a girl, 17 who has been locked in her parent's basement for the last three years, abused, neglected, treated like an animal. She had three other sisters who weren't abused...it's a sad, sad story. I prayed for the girl this morning and I thanked God for all that I had. When you think your life is terrible, when you think things couldn't get any worse, think of this girl who's been living in a basement, not allowed to go anywhere, to celebrate holidays, nothing, who had a dog collar put around her neck while she cleaned the house and was shocked everytime she didn't do something right, who had her teeth knocked out with a hammer!! sorry for the graphics, but life could be so much worse.

Cathy