BYOC- Crazy Friday for ALL

1. If you were asked to symbolize yourself as an animal – which animal would you be?


Hmm.. this is a good question.  Excluding this week and the fact that I sort of feel like Elise the Cow, with Olympic Gold winning utters, I would say that I am generally feeling like a playful puppy.  Yes, my world is opening up.. and my eyes are opening and I am starting to notice and be noticed.  Which is making me a bit more playful, hence the puppy choice..


2. Did you ever play an organized sport – with coaches, rules and scoring? Tell us about it.
Ok, hold on to your hat.. in 1972 to 1975 I played on not one but two women Ice Hockey teams.  Ice hockey (you know on skates) was brand new to Philadelphia and I fell in love with the sport and I wanted to play Sooooo bad.. So despite the 3 and 4 am ice time.. I was determined to play and would do anything for the opportunity.  So I got my hockey skates, did some research and played with a bunch of other crazy women.   Yes we had a coach, yes he was hard on us, but it was well worth the experience, and I still love ice hockey to this day.
3. When did you start shaving your legs?

 I think I wanted to shave my legs in 5th grade, but didnt do so until 6th grade.
i remember wearing my first pair of panty hose and seeing those b.londe leg hairs and thinking this look so stupid.. I need to do something.. I bugged my mom, and then she finally gave in.. i remember cutting mylegs and then putting toilet paper on the cuts.. I looked like a mummy that escaped from a bad costume parts

4. When you’re in a crabby – pissy – want to stab everyone you see kind of mood – what do you do to get out of it or do you revel in it?
Well in older days the answer would be to eat myself to numb whatever emotion was smacking me in the head.
Now, I tend to scream or yell.. and to get out of it I do find a nice glass of red wine helps smooth the rough edges


5. Repeat question: Summarize your week in blogland and in real life.
Well, I guess I was a bit of a drama queen with my surgery.. cause I am constantly thinking about it and looking at myself in the mirrow.. I am pretty bruised and swollen.. I feel like a fugitive, always getting dressed in some disguise when I go outside.. This all crosses over to my real life.. I am just waiting for these new boobs to settle in...

Hugs and Kisses being sent out to Draz.. her blog keeps it real and keeps smiles on my face.
I also want to send warm hugs to Tessie Rose.. happier days are ahead.. XO