Walking to Iraq update

Morning! Seems in my eagerness to "Go Bold" I have bitten off more than I can chew and may have done myself one over. Am I the only person in America who had absolutely no idea how far away Iraq is from the USA? It is twice the distance of England, and I can't fatham walking to Europe! I am looking at logging 6,000 miles (per Google searches this is flight time) in this walking quest, and to date I have logged 5.75 miles in 10 days.

In retrospect, this project is going to require some tweaking, yes? But I won't stop walking, in fact, I'm determined to make this happen and right now, I know I can. Plus, I have my first sponsor (thanks, Mom!) who is the one whose cure for Ovarian cancer I seek, and so there's no giving up now, at least not without a lot of squirming and shuffling of my feet. Plus, she might use my full government and then I'm doomed. :o)

In other Iraq news, my official Soldier's Angel, Rubber Ducky, has informed me via email that he will be coming home for leave in March, then will be out of the service in the Summer, then joining the National Guard after that. I am so proud of him and to make my day complete he has agreed to allow me to sponsor him anytime he is deployed. Lucky me, as I consider it a great honor and a privilege to support him, and my Unofficial (no nickname provided yet) while he serves near Pakistan, as they are so very far away from home, on the clock 24/7/365, and doing a job few of us can even fathom in danger none of us, I pray, will ever know, due in part if not in whole, to their very efforts.

Rubber Ducky and Cleveland, I salute you.

Walking to Iraq

This is a defining moment for me; it's 2009 and I'm going to shine! I'm taking back my life and celebrating all that is most wonderful about me because I realized I've lost sight of myself and the power that is within me and it's no longer acceptable. It's over. Sharon is back!

Sarting right now I am walking to Iraq and in doing so will achieve these two goals:

* Track my progress and hold myself accountable in keeping my commitment to walk to a healthier and best me yet

* Virtually cover the distance between me and my official soldier adoptee, Rubber Ducky, stationed in Iraq and to pray for him every step of the way

In the next couple of days I will be calculating the distance I will be traveling, purchasing a map for tracking purposes, and deciding on a timeframe to complete this task. I have no idea of the distance but I'm going to cover it.

Yet the walking won't wait so today, after a good night's sleep, the journey begins as I step out and start my walk to Iraq and the quest to be my best!

I know what Hell is

Hell is watching my mother go through chemo and two major surgeries and a bad fall that bruised her muscles and all in the past year. It's not being able to get the smell of the hospital out of my nose. Ever. Hell is the non stop random ad nauseum beeping of 12 or more IV bags as they empty their last drops into the ports of the cancer patients receiving blood, iron, hydration and of course the praised poison called chemo. Hell is wondering how much it might hurt to poke out both my eyes with a #2 pencil rather than watch my mother and all these poor people go through all this but not having the courage to try it. Hell is feeling bad for myself while I am here and then feeling bad that I feel bad for myself. Cancer is Hell. For everyone.

Commentary - Miserable Curs

People suck.

It's just the nature of the beast. Some people choose to make reasonably good contact with other people, and others just suck at every possible opportunity.

I guess it really does take all kinds. But if you are so miserable that you couldn't find joy with eight hands and joy map, please, just step off and leave the rest of us reasonable mongrels alone.

I'm Sharon Mercer, and I approve this message.

Beyond Exhausted

I'm on strike for the rest of the night. I'm going to escape with Desperate Housewives and not look back for an hour!