Falls

This post could sound a little bit funny, and sarcastic on my own way. What a wonderful way to start the season by falling. Not only one fall but several falls. I realized that I fell in love with organic milk. Yes. I've been diagnosed (temporarily) as a lactose-intolerant person. I guess I am not anymore. I drink milk every day. That's a good way to fall (in love).

Last weekend I fell. Not fun. It hurts. Regardless of bruises and facial issues. I loved this fall and the effect of stamping my face against the sidewalk/road. It made me understand (in a hard way) that David is with me all the time. Every time, his support is just amazing. His care and concern about me just re-affirmed the solid foundation of our relationship: Love. I can't imagine sharing my life with any other person.

As always, I leave my writing for some other times (Writing back after 2 days). I have to public admit I started a relationship with Hirudoid. My mom introduced me to him after my fall and since then I have to be with him. If you get injured and as result of it have a bruise, use it, he's the best. I'm on day 4 in recovery and I can notice my bruises aren't as bad as they were on day 1. Should I make it FB official? No. And I'm not going to start to talk about social networks and its social impact. By the way, I recently noted the major competence for Facebook, Netlog. Have anyone heard of it? Looks like we're being attacked by the "status" or "photo" syndromes more than once, twice, who knows how many of them.

I learned with this fall to have appreciation for my teeth. I promise to floss every night (and day, even if i'm running late/tired) brush them with good paste, count them every day and smile for having all of them with me. I learned that make up can do wonders, and also disasters. I learned that people who truly love you aren't going to judge you, not even going to "give the look". They're truly worried about you, sending you websites of "how-to-get-rid-of-things-dot-com" or calling or sending  messages. They say that beauty can be purple as well. I know it's temporary, and that I'll be back to normal.

I reduced my mirror sessions to 3 times a day, maybe four, Ok! I guess five. But only to see how I apply Hirudoid on me, and to color check the marks of my lack-of-luck. I was complaining bout not having a mirror big enough to reflect my entire self and judge my clothing, weight and so, but now I'm glad I can focus of one problem at the time: My face.

Besides my face-fall,  I have to comment about this beautiful season. While driving on the country side of this wonderful state I got to see multicolor leaves on the trees, on the mountains. What did I do first? I called David to tell him how excited I was seeing all the leaves changing colors. Without a doubt my favorite pallet of colors to admire. It reminds me also that I need to start packing up. Smoky Mountains wait for me in one of the most wonderful weekends in my life.

I should stop worring bout the purpleness of this fall and start getting more excited of the pallet of colors the mountains have to offer me. I should do laundry and start smiling, because I'll grab a gallon of organic milk and some Hirudoid on-the-go...