Journey Beyond Survival

Hubbend is leaving to help his mom with the estate.  I was mighty tempted to go.  Just so I could visit MrsFatass .  But Chickadee can't do two 12 hour drives separated only by 48 hours.  We impose long drives on her too much as it is.  So I must stay home with her. miss THANG is elated to go on a trip without JBS.  She loves exotic, which means no mommy around usually.  Beansprout keeps changing his mind.  Since I'm posting this before they leave, I'm still not entirely sure that he's going to go.  But  I'm fine either way.  If he stays, we get one more time of just being us before he goes to school.  If he goes, I get some time with Chickadee. At any rate, I'm very happy to report that The Peanut Gallery Speaks  is running smoothly again.  Well, not that anyone on the surface can tell, but I was pulling a lot of strings behind the scene.  If you could come say hi to Carole -whose post I lost and she found f...

Someone stuck a knife in my back and forced me to walk stiffly down the plank. Every muscle was tensed, and I could hardly get my legs to obey my brain. If it hadn't been for the knife, I probably wouldn't have been able to do it. I didn't keep my legs crossed. I've never been good at that. Needless to say, I'm sore. Really sore. Wait a second. I think I was the one that volunteered to do the plank in the first place. Do you know what a plank is? No, a real life one that is relevant to this hemisphere. Yeah that one. OW! Those things hurt! They are despicable weapons of torture. I feel like I really did tumble off the plank and torque in the water, but it's been a few days. Man. I felt like I was going to cry during my workout. It lasted for what seemed like decades and now I'm embarrassed to admit that it was only ten minutes. I literally had to talk myself down and convince myself that labor had been worse. So that is why it is n...