why does it hurt so bad?

why does it hurt so bad?

I went numb when I heard the news yesterday about Bobbi Kristina Brown. Very sad news indeed. Her short life was filled with tragedy, no more than anyone else except she and her family were in the public eye. 

  
I remember watching her mom perform Chaka Khan’s hit “I’m every woman” during her pregnancy which happened to be the same time that I too was expecting. My son is the same age as Krissi was. Not in the same situation but troubling nonetheless. A life barely lived and snuffed out.  I think with a mother’s heart, my thoughts drift to grandma  and it hurts so bad.  

 

WordPress had issues 

Last week I attempted three times to post but WordPress kept kicking me out. I’d write again and it kicked me out.  After the third try, I figured I’d better listen to the little WordPress voice “You’re on vacation”

So here are a few pics 

    
    
    
    
    
   

Relax, Relate, Rejuvenate in my Whitley voice 

Didn’t realize how connected my family and I were to Wifi until our recent vacation. We walked into our gorgeous suite with state of the art electronics overlooking the ocean and thought we had hit the jackpot. Jet lag soon had us getting ready for bed. No wifi!! Had the password but couldn’t connect because signal wasn’t strong enough. With two teenagers in the house this is asking for a mutiny. 

The following day was the obligatory visit to relatives and two seconds after entering the house, the conversation went like this:

“So good to see you? What have you been up to? Can I use your computer please?” 

  
That was not even my kids – sadly that was me!! My sister in law just laughed and already briefed on the situation had the computer up and running.  The Wifi password was handed out as generously as the hugs and I am happy to report that by the time we got to our suite later that day, we were connected – by humor and by wifi.  We decided we just like to know its there but the time we spent together was even more memorable.  

Insert inspiring quote here

It was one heck of a disastrous winter and I cooked up and most certainly ate up a storm. Of course, I needed to keep warm :-/. The weather got warmer, I purchased colorful tees and sneaks to encourage me on my healthy journey. 
I enjoyed daily power walks with the hubs while listening to Soca and Dancehall reggae, Zumba class once a week and for extra measure I joined the gym.

  
Hubby is a regular at the gym so I got a few pointers. Three days after my first class I was immobile. Couldn’t move then graduated to a shuffle. I saw my grandparents careful steps in my immediate future. Sitting down was pure torture as getting up required assistance and all the decorum I could muster. 

 A couple of muscle relaxants and much appreciation for the elderly, I am glad to relay that I’m doing better. It only took me two weeks. Pardon me while I get ready for my walk. No gym for this chicken for a bit.