People Know What I'm Doing.

The Weather For Me Is Nothing Special. The Weather Couldn't Kill Me.

After Four Knee Surgeries And Hundreds Of Shots Injected Into My Knee Weekly To Alleviate Swelling And Pain, My Body Is Begging Me To Stop The Pounding.

The First Time I Showed The Tattoo It Was Big News In The Newspaper. 'she Has A Tattoo With A Snake.' It's Not A Snake!

Of Course, After I Retire I Want To Be The Housewife, Really.

I'm Married. Who Cares About Me?