I’m Miss Congeniality 1982

      Was just re reading my previous blog and giggling to myself. The theme of new friends and squirrels continues through the summer.

      I went camping this weekend with some friends meeting even MORE people and I laughed and giggled so much I am home with a sore throat. I was an hour and a half away when I realized I had left my cooler….not an end all thing and I would have just left it for next time but my hearing aids were in the top of it. I had placed them there to keep them from getting too hot in the car. I had gotten the number of a new friend and guess who was still at the campground!? She and her husband were so great. I started back toward them and they started home which was close to my direction of travel. I got my cooler and one more hug. 

     The running joke this weekend was “I’m Miss Congeniality 1982!” It was one of those continuing things that always elicited a pose and walk toward the judges. I’ve been remembering the fun times of the past that I had packed away and shared some funny, crazy things that have encompassed me life. 

     Another one of those “had to be there moments” began when i got the giggles. Those of you who have been around when those begin know that there is no way to stop them and they do get worse before it gets better. They are infectious and eventually hurt my chest. Imagine someone trying to get your attention to face them, knowing you will never hear them if you don’t. I’m already getting “the look” like “we’ve been calling your name forever”. I always meet this with the confused look which started the giggles. Now imagine, 8 folks looking at you with that look, me with the giggles, a few of them intoxicated and me seeing them holding squirrels. This added to the 4 in my head riding tricycles, 7 of them shooting fireworks and 2 wearing cat ears and they want me to pay attention???!!! Really?? Anyone else’s squirrels have that much fun?

     Now, granted, I’ve been pretty put out feeling like I’m not healing fast enough. Logically, I know I am on point but I’m not a logical person when it comes to the things limit me. I was going along like gangbusters it seemed but then it seems like it went to a snail’s pace. Tomorrow is my last scheduled PT and I am no where near a place I feel like I should stop going. I need those cheerleaders. I need those pushes. I need the encouragement. 

     To take the time out of my healing schedule to go on the bike with Ryan and then camping with my friends really helped the rehab blues. I had the best visit with my massage therapist today who encouraged me in so many ways. I have so many people in my corner. I feel so blessed to know them all. 

     While we all trip up sometimes and I am no exception, it is important to keep on going. Sunday, I made a blanket statement about “straighten my crown” and walking on. Those are the things we all should do. When something doesn’t go as planned, or someone says something that just hits wrong we all should square up our shoulders, straighten that crown and know that Miss Congeniality 1982 said in her blog to walk on with head held high.