I feel like there is a time and a place to tell certain parts of your “life story.”   Sometimes, the time just does not seem right.  I have realized that this is okay, and often, the time will present itself when it is right and meaningful.  That is what happened to me this week.

When I was 17, something happened to me that changed my life forever.  I have always wanted to keep this part of my story

Brad and I returned to good ol’ Mishawaka last night, in preparation for my prolotherapy treatment I had this morning.  We hit our usual hot spots: Life is Good, Meijer for Fat Tire and one Chobani (for my breakfast), and then Papa Vino’s for dinner…

I found my brother a beer called, Ranger, at Meijer’s that I decided I just HAD to buy him since he will be starting

1.  Medical Stuff:

• 3 Days of Home Rehab.  I did a lot of treadmill work this week.
• I thought I had an OMM, cranio-sacral appointment on Thursday.  When I got to my appointment,

A third of the year has already come and gone and I realized the other day that I have not “assessed” myself yet on the progress I am making on my 50 goals I set in the beginning of 2012.  So, here’s my progress report.  I have some work to do…

1. Get new countertops.  Hopefully within the next month.
2. Install a new over-the-stove microwave. Not yet.