It is now Nov 29th, monday. Cardinals lost another game, badly. Laughing while on the sidelines, smiling. What do they have to smile about? They need to get more serious about their duty to their job, their profession. The fans expect better for their money and attention.

Now on to more important things than men-boys who lose games and smile while doing so.

It is monday evening. Friday I will go for breast reduction surgery. From a DD to a (hopefully) small B. I am excited, I am afraid, I can't wait, and I worry about - well, I don't know what. The previous 'modifications' I have done to my body have been necessary surgery; Knee replacement (and yet need the other one done) eye surgery (waiting on the second one) hysterectomy... all have been surgery which others cannot see the result. This surgery is no less necessary than the previous, but the results will be in the open, so to speak. So I guess what I am 'worried' about will be reactions of others, and lets be frank - my own expectations and outcome. Will I be pleased by my changes? I know my back will be happier. Strains, spasms, issues at work with my back should be a thing of the past. So why do I worry about looks?

I'm also hoping that this will kick start a weight loss trend. I'll have jumped feet first into a new me. No reason at all not to keep that going, with weight reduction, exercise. After I heal. And after I have the left knee replaced. It will be oh so much easier .. I feel so crippled now. I won't have that crutch to fall on..