Last week Thursday I went for my scheduled mammogram appointment. Since mommy is a breast cancer survivor. I make sure to complete my monthly exams and keep all appointments. Sydney joined me at my appointment last week and so did a small Tinker Bell doll that was giving her a sense of comfort. That’s autism … More Mammograms, Nursing Bras and Tinker Bell
When my friend Meko asked me to see Iyanla Vanzant in Philly a few months ago. I said sure, that sounds like fun. I knew I would be done with school and it would be my “me time” outing for June. Many of you might watch Fix My Life with Iyanla. Well, not me I’ve … More A Night With Iyanla Vanzant
Many of you have asked about my CrossFit journey and I’m here to tell you it’s over. Now I don’t give up easily and I’m proud I went, but CrossFit and I weren’t a match made in heaven. Now if my situation were different I might have had a chance at jumping over boxes and … More I Left CrossFit For Sydney and a Wheelchair
I should have known that I was going to break the scale. Wait, I am not that pathetic. The scale didn’t break when I stepped on it. I broke it after I stepped off of the scale. See it must have already been broken. That three digit number was off the charts. I think that … More I Think I Lost An Inch
After such an amazing weekend. I was ready to take on the week and whatever came my way. My Detroit Lions won on Monday Night Football. Sydney was wearing leggings. Harrison made chicken nuggets and garlic knots for dinner. Life is good. Tuesday was picture day at my school. The tradition is taking the staff … More Oh No! Not The Orange Nurse Bag
Well, I am sure that you know exactly where this blog is headed. Haven’t you heard those words before? Trust me this is not R-rated. This summer I finally put myself first. I took care of my health and well-being. My latest appointment was my friendly annual exam. I love Dr. B. He has great … More Move Down, But Don’t Fall Off The Table
Last week I went to a new doctor. First impressions mean a lot to me. So I was pleased with my experience from the time I entered the office. That was until the nurse told me to get on the scale. That’s when I told her very nicely that “Sorry, I don’t do scales.” She … More Sorry, I Don’t Do Scales
