My feet move faster than my torso

I think I have discovered why I fall down so much. I am pretty sure, my legs and feet move faster than my torso. Today, after I fell down, I sat on the floor and I had a "moment". I took a few minutes to evaluate why I fell down. Generally, when I fall down, I jump right back up, even if I am in an immense amount of pain. After such trips or falls or what have you, I always continue on to where ever it was I was going. Back in high school, I used to fall down every time I went up the stairs, and by the middle of my freshmen year, no one even stopped to laugh, because the people knew I did it every hour. My mom used to say, she knew it was was me coming in the front door, because she would hear, foot step, foot step, foot step, followed by a thunk, followed by more foot steps. Well, today I finally figured out why I fall down so damn much. My legs and feet move faster than my torso ( I know I just repeated myself). I am just glad there is a real reason why I fall down. I am not dizzy, I don't have "disturbed" equilibrium, and I am not on any prescription medication that would cause delirium. Today, I actually watched my legs and feet suddenly start running, literally right from underneath me.

For many, many years I have thought that I should be a vegetarian. Not because I think it is "cool" and not because I don't believe in hunting or whatever. I just have always been disgusted with the thought of eating any form of meat. Well, I think my time has come, I have not been able to eat meat for the last couple of days. I just can't. I found myself gagging on some hamburger the other night. I tried to eat some chicken, and I ended up eating around it. Meat officially makes me nauseous. I wonder if I am a vegetarian now? I wonder if I am heading towards vegan? Everything, including cheese is grossing me out. The milk in my cereal this morning, had me quivering. I'm scared. And no, I am not pregnant.

Jesse is gone. I wish I could tell you who he flies, but I can't. The people on his flight today are well known in the fitness world. Many infomercials on TV to-date, are advertising these clients' fitness regimens. I asked Jesse if these people were in good shape, all he said was, "They are not fat." I have tried one of the videos in a series that these people produce, and it kicked my butt. I wonder if Jesse got any good fitness pointers from these people today? An interesting job my husband has. As a pilot, Jesse is wonderful--he is really good--I swear. Jesse's brother bought a plane last spring, and if you want, Jesse will take you for a ride-- he will.

I don't really care for tradition. I mean, I like tradition in some senses, but I think there is a difference in taking part of a tradition because you want to, and taking part of a tradition because you feel like you should. For instance, I hate cooking--I make three dishes. So to have dinner ready and waiting for my husband at 5 o'clock, doesn't typically happen. I also don't like the idea of doing certain things, because it is expected of me, things like, baking a cake, ironing, sewing, or cutting my kids' hair, or what have you. Tradition is probably the wrong word to use--but, traditionally, the things I stated above, are tasks that the woman typically did ( in like 1960). I know many people who can cook, bake, sew, and cut hair, AND they do it good. I don't know if deep down I wish I could do these things, but, I have tried and I don't enjoy them, and I lack the skills needed to accomplish these tasks. When it comes to ironing, I ask, "Who needs to iron, when you can throw a wet sock in the dryer with the wrinkly clothes?" My mother-in-law can sew--and she is gifted--she made my wedding dress, now that would be an awesome thing to be able to do. I took a sewing class in high school when I was a senior, when graduation came, I was failing the class, thank God, Mrs. Demars was nice enough to let me come back to school for a whole two weeks after graduation, to finish a dress, that I never wore or showed to anyone.