My weekend has been full. This weekend I had plans to do nothing but rest. However, I found myself more active than ever. I attempted to do a good deed on Saturday costing myself several hours of rest. Lack of rest lately has thrown my body cycle off by more than a week. I am stressing.
I have started the B Complex. I am not getting as much water into my system as I need. My vision is not normal because of the dehydration but I am unable to increase my intake of water without cramps.
My entire body is swollen.
This week starting small with upper body work. I must do something to release the pressure from the swelling.
All of the health issues aside, I am happy.
Today church was very funny. We had Catholicism explained to us in satire. The unfortunate part was my son did not get the satire and was frighten. Back story: My son has been attending New Age\New Thought since my preganancy. I had to explain to my son the satire of the presentation. He was very frighten of the number of sins one had to remember in Catholicism
It is two days after the GOP primary in Mississippi. We are still laughing at Mitt's attempt to cuddle up to us with cheesy grits and a few y'alls thrown in. In my area of Mississippi it is yaw'all(10 second word). Had he come here expecting us to be able to count to 20 without removing our shoes, he may have been taken a little bit more seriously. I am not sure if Mitt's grits ranks with Bush's "this part of the world" statement after Katrina but it ranks. Truthfully, I enjoy cheese in my grits along with garlic and red pepper. However, I do not think my love of grits, a bowl every morning, makes me Southern. Although I was born in Southern California and partially reared in Southern Wisconsin, I consider myself a full blown Mississippian. Along with keeping my grits to myself, I also speak without care of accent. The fact that I can tell you how to get from Memphis to the Coast without using the interstate or Google says I am from Mississippi.
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