For anyone who doesn’t know, I had a car accident on February 21st, 2009. I am feeling much better now, and that is thanks to an amazing therapy clinic not far from my house. I go there twice a week and have massage therapy, active release therapy and acupuncture. The doctor’s and therapists are amazing and they have been teaching me a lot, as well as helping me in the process.

So…back to the story. I was having my massage therapy yesterday, and there were some very tender spots in my lower back, hips, butt area. While he was trying to work them out (believe me, it hurts), he told me that I could work on it myself at home. I don’t know about anyone else who has massages, but sometimes I hold my breath during the pain. I have been advised that it is not good to hold your breath, since you are not allowing oxygen to come back into the body and help the muscles. See what I mean about learning new things.

Back to the butt……he told me to take a golf ball or tennis ball and sit on it. Yes, I said sit on it, roll it around until you find the tender spot and then work out the tension with the ball. The first thought that popped into my head was the show “Happy Days”. You all know it and loved it, and Ralph Mouth always used to say, “Ah, sit on it Potsie”. I almost laughed out loud, but the pain got in the way.

At the end, I asked him again what to, and he showed me. It looks funny, and I haven’t tried it yet, so I will update once I do.

It gives a whole new spin on the saying, “sit on this and rotate….”

When I lived at my parents house, I used to love getting mail. I remember always asking my mother when I spoke to her from work, “did I get any mail?” Now, mail is just a pain in the ass.

You are probably saying, well of course mail is a pain the ass, it is always full of bills. But that is not the only reason.

For those of you who live (or have lived in a building/condo) and park in an underground parking spot, you know what I mean. The mail room is NOT user friendly. When I park my car underground, and always have something in my hand, the last thing I want to do is go to the ground floor, down the hall to the mail room, get the mail, go back to the elevator and upstairs to my suite. So, I don’t check the mail every day, or every week. Well, usually once at week on Fridays so I have the whole week’s worth of mail to go through.

Now, that is another thing, usually there is very little mail there of any value. There are coupons, and flyers, flyers and more garbage. AND the same real estate agent(s) flyers every week. I get that they want me to remember them when I am ready to sell, I really do, but every week is not necessary.

I am not being naive, I know that the mail can’t be delivered to each individual suite as they do with houses, it is just one aspect of apartment living that takes getting used to. Or maybe you never do…I probably won’t. Can’t be bothered.

Because I work from home now, I spend a lot of time in my condo. I have realized that in the two plus years I have been living here, I have accumulated A LOT of stuff. It isn’t a big place, and I even had shelving space added to my cupboards last summer, but as things go, I am running out of space.

The simple answer is, get rid of it…ALL OF IT! But that is easier said then done. My office has a lof of work related items in it. The funny thing is that when I had my cubicle at the office, where did I put all this stuff, because I had less space there than I have here, and I managed okay….simple rule, the more space you have, the more stuff you have to put in the space.

That would hold true to my closets. Considering I didn’t shop for that many clothes this fall/winter season (didn’t really need to, didn’t have to go to an office every day), at yet, the cupboards are FULL!!!

I know…I know…de clutter, get rid of what I haven’t worn in a year. It all sounds great in theory. I just need to put the theory to the test. The office is coming along, bags and bags to the garbage room. It is starting to make a difference.

The closet…well, another story….but that is a work in progress. If anyone gets a call from Diabetes or another organization about a clothes pick up, and you are in my area, let me know. I will be ready, if I have to be.