Pull Of Gravity & Heading South at 55!

As I look back on the past 10 years, there has been a great change in my world, that is evident to the naked eye when looking upon the naked body… that is the pull of gravity! When I use to say, I look forward to the day when I am heading south, I meant to warm temperatures and sandy beaches, not the underside of my upper arms and my soft stomach droop! And it did not happen over night. I realized the effect more so this past year when my jean size did not change but the fit did change. I had filled spots of those jeans in different places and left other spaces empty. Unless you have experienced the pull of gravity heading south, you can’t fathom what I am really talking about. It truly is the weirdest thing. So now I am on my way into the next year of my life, the Creator willing that is. And I have no idea what changes I will experience in mind boy and soul, but that’s okay.. Cmon world, Cmon life! Throw it at me, I am ready for this!.. Omg, I need a power nap!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

It was the year of someone’s Lord, 1961, on March 6th. A cool frosty morning, a child was born. The 4th child, the 1st daughter to the parents, who will bring 7 more into this God forsaken world before they were done. So almost as if she knew there were more babies to come, the Mommy decided, she would breast feed her little angel, she called Cynthia. (ahem) . She was set into her Mom’s waiting arms, the nurse watching as baby latched on and began to feed. So she left Mother and child in peace as they bonded. But Mommy was tired and as baby fed, Mommy began to fall asleep. Like a deer in headlights baby Cynthia could see Mommy’s eyes getting heavy till they eventually closed, then she felt herself slipping from Mommy’s arms! Oh no!.. Yes.. Mommy let go of Baby Cynthia and to the commercial tile, the hospital floor, she landed, upon her head. 18 Nurse come running into room, to find Baby Cynthia crying like a baby and Mommy crying like a Mommy who just dropped her baby. Ah yes.. Baby Cynthia knew at that point, that this life was going to be suck! and it began on the commercial tile at the Espanola Hospital in 1961… Fack! Someone get me a a Tylenol, I have a headache just thinking of it ffs!…. anyway.. HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!.. I’m still here!.. BAM