March 22nd, 2014
I watched quietly as Fred shuffled through a box of papers, patiently searching for something appropriate. “A man’s stationery speaks toward his style and character. I’ve been collecting these letterheads nearly all my life.”
Fred was a dusty old bore, I thought, but no one could say he wasn’t a man of character. He’d have to be – who in the world collects stationery?
He selected a cream-colored page featuring olive green ivy that seemed to grow from the bottom, along the left edge, swooping across the top to where his initials appeared in clean script.
I set the page before me. This was Fred’s letter, but the old man’s hands were too shaky and arthritic to write. “Are you ready?”
He nodded, breathed deeply, and began, “Dear Ethel, Time has wrinkled me like a raisin, but my love for you has grown from the very first time we met…”
March 15th, 2014
One day I had nothing to do and was feeling very bored. I had been working on the computer eating my chocolate covered peanuts and drinking my grape drink. My fingers were getting a great workout, and I had very slim fingers. The rest of my body was not getting the same attention as my fingers were. It was getting difficult to walk into the kitchen to get another supply of chocolate covered peanuts.
The day finally came when I had to face reality when I could only find one outfit in my closet that I could still wear. I had gained so much weight eating all those chocolate covered peanuts, and had avoided eating any fruits, vegetables or fish. I looked online to find an exercise business close to where I lived. With luck I found one and went into start my exercise program with my own personal trainer Cardiff.
February 19th, 2014
I suffer from chronic sciatica nerve pain. The pain gets more intense, as I get older. When it’s cold outside, I can hardly even walk at all. I have tried, just about everything; you could think of to help stop the pain. Some things have help reduce the pain, but nothing has cured the problem. I refuse to have surgery. I have heard far too many horror stories.
Last year, my son talked me into seeing a Chinese medicine man. He laid me down on a table. He poured alcohol on my back and down my legs and feet. He stuck me with lone straight pins all over my lower back, buttock, legs and feet. It wasn’t as painful, as it sounds. I laid there for about fifteen minutes. When he was finished, I did feel a lot better. Over time, the pain has stopped. Acupuncture Manchester worked for me.
January 29th, 2014
Do you know what is more painful than falling down a flight of stairs, or hitting your hand with a hammer? Paper cuts. Paper cuts, in my opinion are the most painful, most aggravating injuries you can suffer. The other day at work, I was doing some filing work, handling mostly NCR sets, when I got a horrible paper cut. Not only did it hurt like you wouldn’t believe, but that little paper cut bled for hours. I’m lucky that I didn’t have to go to the emergency room. First, I wrapped it in a tissue that was on my desk, but it quickly bled through the tissue. I found a band aid in the first aid kit, and I put that on. Would you believe that this darn paper cut bled through the band aid too? Thankfully, a second band aid stopped the bleeding, and I was able to continue filing those sharp and dangerous papers.
January 24th, 2014
I still remember gazing deeply into her face, and experiencing an overwhelming sensation. They said it was like two bulls wrestling, and I knew what they meant. I suddenly walked over to her, and then the pain and shock hit my face. She smelled of turkey, bacon, and hamburger. This was real, this was all too real, and once again all too real. I decided it would be best to stay in the rooms, and not go to the Premier Inn Glasgow Hotels, and then it hit me, it’s time.
It’s time to be honest, and tell the truth. She is beautiful, she is graceful, she is beautiful and graceful. She is, and always will be. She is so amazing, and I love her, and now I know. I know that riding my 408 pound girlfriend is like the beauty of bull riding.