Teens and the probability of a heart attack

The morning drive to school.

Early morning.

Lights on.

Me and the Girl.

My teenage girl.

Madelene is trying out for the high school soccer team. She has played most of her life, so this is no surprise. We talked about the physical examination which is required, and in the discussion about health - family health history came up.

I told Maddi how heart disease and cancer runs in our family. I told her of my fear of having a heart attack and she seemed surprised (due to my tender age of 41). But, realistically speaking, my natural grandfather's, my uncle's and my cousin either died in their 40's of a heart attack, or had some heart issue by the time they were 40 years old. This is not uncommon in my family. Maddi reminded me that these were the men in the family, so probability remains low that I will die of a heart attack. Maybe, but statistics show more women dying of heart disease - and heart issues going unnoticed and untreated because of these same theories.

I told her I didn't think I would die anytime soon, but I might have a little attack, quickly followed by a come to Jesus - which sparked an entire new conversation on what a, "come to Jesus" was. I laughed so hard. Then I got serious again - I have had a lot of these moments lately. I don't know if it is the new year, or my position in life, or pre-menopause - I can't tell you what is causing these feelings for life to rise up lately. But they are overwhelming and necessary. I looked at her with all the love in my heart and told her - I was not planning on dying, but if I did, I wanted her to know how she has changed my life. That she is special and beautiful and smart and the whole world will laugh around her because of the joy she brings to a room. I told her I am lucky to be her mom and if I never got the opportunity to tell her how special she was again (I could get hit by a car today), I wanted her to know for the rest of her life, she changed my life.

She told me to pick her up at 4:30.

I love teenagers.

Public Service Announcement

DISCLAIMER: Excessive foul language
My apologies ahead of time


This blog is a result of my morning workout. Thank you MalaniKai for reminding me to give this public service announcement.
If you are sick - don't go to the Gym, where healthy people are trying to work out - and actively stay healthy.
Today (and this is not the 1st time), I'm getting my work out on! and this trifling, inconsiderate, sick, coughing, walker steps onto the treadmill next to me. Now, maybe if she was running (at least walking uphill), I'd have more sympathy...not really, but you can walk anywhere. Walk your ass to the mailbox. Walk to the store. Walk to your bff's house - I don't care, but why come to a public place where healthy people are actively trying to stay healthy and start spreading your germs. And you're not even putting any effort into your lazy ass workout.
Just plain, damn inconsiderate.
AND, such commonplace among American behavior today.

This could start an entirely new blog about why trifling parents drop off their sick, runny nose, pink-eye, whooping cough, crying kids at school, pre-school, nursery school, etc etc etc - with no f'n regard for other kids, other working parents, the teachers, and even the lunch lady. I know the economy is bad, but don't pretend you can't find someone to watch that snotty nosed kid for one friggin' day.
But, that's another blog - I'm sick of picking my kid up from school, with some new contagion that little Johnny or little Suzy brought to class. I shouldn't have to find out there is a new strand of chicken pox, b/c some inconsiderate parent happily dropped it off in my kids class. Now, I have to take a week off work, b/c this INCONSIDERATE, trifling Bitch or her Bitch-Assed Husband, ex-husband, Baby-Daddy, WHATEVER wouldn't stay home one day to wait for an antibiotic to kick in.
But, I digress, back to this blog on INconsiderate MoFo's who don't have enough courtesy to "STAY THE FUCK HOME when you are sick".

It's like that concept of how people catch the HIV - it's like sleeping with however many people the last person you slept with, slept with. At least then you have a choice - If your dumb ass doesn't want to wear a condom, you know you are going to be getting a little bit of the last 15 people that guy/ girl slept with.
If someone walks into your office, school, GYM, etc with their FUNK, coughing and sneezing in your face you have lost the control of your physical environment and been un-willfully exposed to someone's gross shit.

#1 Pet Peeve - you feeling me?
Not Appreciative.