What is the fear of packing called?

So starting with the big things…. I GOT THE JOB!

I am officially going to be a Floridian again…. I can tell that Florida is excited to have me too cause I have already gotten 3.5 likes on my fb post stating that I am coming back. (the .5 was me … I only count for half in this situation) I know I am super popular in Florida! The position is actually a transfer from my “shitty retail job” For some reason they decided to give me a raise and a promotion. Even Better !So now I have to decide what it is I need to do in order to get there safely … Well me, my crap, and my sugar glider all intact … oye vey

My to do list …….. Sorry I had a midnight snack…mmmmmmm burgers

Back to my

To do list

• Pack up all my things
• Buy plane ticket for my and Naomi**
• Clean(alot)
• Make a preflight check list
• Arrange for someone to pick me up at the airport

** Naomi is my sugar glider

This is what my to do list should look like…

This however this is what  a procrastinating, cracked, over-anxious, Nicole colored glasses list of things to do looks like.

To do list

• Dread packing
• Go on Facebook
• Make a blog about moving
• Read blogs
• Listen to music while dancing in your underwear
• 20 games of angry birds
• Shower
• Create the boxes in which you will be putting your stuff in.
• Play with Naomi
• Finally start to pack
• Realize the time and promise you will continue tomorrow “bright and early”

See my problem … I isn’t really my fault … Blame it on GA GA cause baby I was born this way…Or we can always blame it on the goose cause its got me feeling loose for sure . Wish me luck I am going to need it.

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Back to paradise with a Bucket list

I am at a crossroads in my life and I wasn’t sure how this would feel.

On one hand it would be easy to sit around and wait for things to change , But on the other hand I could be missing out on all the adventures that my life could hold. A year ago I was a broken down shell of myself. Overweight and tired of things not going my way. I am now realizing that although it may be uncomfortable at first, change is a good thing. I have an interview on Friday to go back to Florida and have a better positiont  at my job. If I get this position I would be making the same amount of money but I will be living in what most call paradise. I have been thinking of my future . My  future makes me think of bucket lists. So  heeeeere we go.

Nicole Colored Glasses Bucket List

• Climb a mountain/Rock climb
• Sky dive indoor first then outdoor
• Learn a new language
• Live in another country
• Get a degree
• Get describe as spontaneous
• Influence a child(children) in a positive way
• Drive a motorcycle
• ·        Ride a roller coaster
• ·        Be able to perform a back handspring
• ·        Set what seems like an impossible goal and knock it outta the park
• ·        Fall madly in love with someone that feels the same.
• ·        Run a 5k

So there you have it folks wish me luck (I shall need it). Hopefully I will be starting my new life when I write to you next just in time for hurricane season.

My New Boob Job and Why My Glasses are a Little Rosier.

So I haven’t referred to my Nicole colored glasses on a while… So without further a due I shall begin… Hope you like it.

If you know about me you know that I have always struggled with my weight. As far as I can remember my mother (with good intentions) had me on every diet imaginable. I was 7 on slim fast and 10-12 on a messed up version of Atkins. I was and have been until about a month ago a hot mess. She really did try with me, but I now see that the way she went about it was all wrong. She had always had problem with weight and didn’t want me to have the same. So she shamed me and starved me into thinking that if with the right combo of the two I could be fixed. To me I wasn’t broken… I was a slightly overweight little girl that wanted to go out and play not sit and have a slim fast in front of the television. I would watch all these get thin quick infomercials and wish that I was one of them to say remember when I was fat? 

I am not complaining that is all relevant to how I see the world today as an adult. Everything you see, do, or go through either tints or slightly cracks your Nicole colored glasses. It is a metaphor for life.

Now Over a decade later I am starting to feel like I can say look at me now… I am down to a smaller size than I was when I was in the 8^th grade and I am enjoying my life much more now. It is amazing the difference that something like that can make on your self-esteem and self-worth. All I did was change up my eating and worked out at the gym for about an hour on average 4 times a week. No special diet that I cut out things, no special tape that was guaranteed to deliver results with in a set amount of time. I just did it…..

Unfortunately I didn’t have faith in myself when I started and I did think to take picture of when I was at my heaviest but I have made quite and improvement with sill quite a ways to go. Boy would I love before pics right about now…. I can however tell you some of my “stats”.

I started at 225, 5 foot 3 and a size 17/18 …That was the heaviest that I had ever been. I wasn’t getting treatment for the tumor and I had slightly high cholesterol. Because my weight was rapidly increasing the checked my thyroid again (which is OK) and they put me in watch for diabetes. That was one of the times it scared me into doing something for myself. I lost about 15 lbs. just by not eating McDonald’s.i found some Pics that will help you get a visual but none are my highest weight.

What really got me motivated was when I went to Tennessee in October and it was agreed that we could do one activity and it would be paid for me. I immediately thought that indoor skydiving would be a really cool experience that I have always wanted to try but never happened to be near one. I went to the place during off hours and noticed a sign on the door that had weight limits on it….For a woman under 5’6 you had to be at the most 160…. I broke down NEVER had my weight physically kept me from doing something that I wanted to do so badly. We went to to go horseback riding( pic included) but even that was limited.I knew I had to change then. Ironically I was actually giving this medifast diet a shot. It worked…. I lost 10 lbs. that week but stopped because it made me really light headed. In the weeks that followed I gained the 10 lbs. back when I started eating real food again and about 5 more… I felt defeated … I honestly do know what happened after that to make me start going to the gym again but I know it wasn’t until after thanksgiving I really gave the gym my all…

I bargained with myself said I just want to lose 5 lbs. (knowing full and well that my really goal was realistically 160… where I remember being the happiest with my body.) Then it was I just want to feel better … slow and steady…  I started noticing that I had so much energy and my depression was going away and I wanted to get a new job and better my life… I put so much into just feeling good about doing something like think for myself I didn’t notice that I was changing. Before I knew it the weight on the scale matched the weight I lied about on my license. Then it went lower and lowers until now…

I am at 155 5’3 still and a size 10/11 I feel amazing in my body. My boobs look like I got a boob job! I have confidence now. I do my hair and makeup more often and I have since gotten a job that I like and have a few friends that make me feel as if my Nicole colored glasses are somewhat rosier. I am not done by any means the doctor told me that if I could lose a total of 100 lbs. than I would be what the CHARTS say is normal but that 140 would be fine if that is where I want to stay. Now it is about what I want and less of what my body needs in order to live a long and healthy diabetes free life. My cholesterol is down to normal and I have been getting treatment to my pituitary tumor. I am proud of myself and that is what at the end of the day makes me, me.

The perils of working in retail and my Shitty job

I have a job!  it’s a real bona-fide job-ber-doodle! I work in ……DUN DUN DUN! RETAIL. Not the most glamorous job out there but hey, it makes money and there are some perks.

Today I am going to tell you of the fabulous perks that go along with working with the public and stupid ass customers.

In the news, you only hear stories about how Bobbie jo smith get caught stealing at her local department store only before getting tackled by a loss prevention manager ,or the couple that had the cops call on them for having a brawl in the middle of wally world (Wal-Mart). Well folks I am happy to say that this all really happens and I get PAID to watch! Yay!

I’d like to start by saying if I use names they aren’t real ones and I won’t say where I work either.

Ok kids you ready?? Let’s go!

One of the instances that come to mind were when a 40 something y/o man came in the front door and asked for a mechanical cart. You know the ones that the morbidly obese/ elderly sit in? Well he not only asked for it he screamed; “my mother is having a heart attack! I need a sit down cart!” That is when I promptly set down what it was I was so diligently working on, to pop some popcorn because I knew there would be a show!… I came out on the aisle and this customer had grabbed a cart and was riding it down to the end of the store (apparently where his mother was). Only there was no mother … she was nowhere to be found she didnt exist! . I guess the customer wanted it for himself….He proceeds to look at what he came here for while going back to the service desk where he started. A fellow associate asks the obviously deadly question, “is your mom all right” and this guy’s goes crazy! He screams at the associate and pushes the forward button as hard as he can. He almost takes out another customer while he rides away screaming profanities that I didn’t even know existed until that moment.

I have been asked….” How many of these come in this 2 pack “   Really guy..was that a serious question…?

I have been asked “where is your Christmas section. While I was standing on front on a 8 foot tall blinking/flashing Christmas display with Santa and a giant penguin next to me.

I am asked daily where the exit is …despite the fact it has a giant sign above it.

Another time I was working at a hardware store. At places like that you get all types of stupids but every now and then, if you are lucky enough, you get the most grotesque excuse for mankind. Sounds like a party doesn’t it? I was much like any other day, I was working a 6-3 shift down in the lumber area and an old lady came in the door. She was about 5 foot dark black hair that was frazzled beyond repair and was wearing a bright orange mu mu with red designs on it.When she saw me, she immediately started speaking a language that sounded much like spanish but only she was whispering AND I don’t even speak spanish. (Side note she had really bad breath. Why is it that only people with bad breath whisper? ” IT WAS THE FOULEST THING I HAVE EVER SMELLED IN MY LIFE. I literally gagged. I , being the best customer service person, turned away from her stank breath and managed to tell her that I was going to get her an interpreter for her but when she turned away she had gone away. I didn’t even try to find her. Moments later I heard a familiar voice in a foreign language and the sound of lumber moving. I look down the main aisle and in plain sight she had hiked up her traffic cone mu mu and was shitting into the lumber bin. At that point there was nothing to do but get a manager.

How do you fix a broken heart if pieces are missing?

I ran away. I was searching for something that would enrich my life and make me feel whole again. I fear that I lost parts of me during the struggles. All I have is to many scars.

Everyone has their fair share of scars from their past

Mine are in the form of dashboard confessional’s Screaming infidelities on repeat, compulsive weighing, guilt stricken binging, over exfoliating, sabotaging those that care, building walls, and confusion.

“I don’t want you to know where I am
’cause then you’ll see my heart
In the saddest state it’s ever been”

Who I am hates who I’ve been

This is the worst week .I feel like an ant. After the poison.

I get close and get zapped …every time. The more I act like I don’t care the more I don’t like the way that I am changing. I can’t act the way I feel ever. Everything is a lie and nothings right. “All I find is souvenirs from better times.”

I have been hurt and I wish that I could say I am better. But I really don’t think that I am. there is much more to me than what you see. What I let you see. There is one person that knows me on a level that no one has ever known me. I miss that person more than anything.

There is a person that I hate that I love. I wonder about him, if he will ever love me .

I am so broken. Lost. Confused.

“To think I might not see those eyes makes it so hard not to cry.”

 

Nicole-Colored-Glasses are cracked today, and unfortunately I got some glass in my eye.

My Tumor and the Magic Sperm !

I have a brain tumor. No really I do!

I am glad that I didn’t start my Blog with hey, I have a Tumor! A tumor is what I have. Not who I am.

To be more specific I have a Pituitary Prolactinoma. It is not cancerous. Unfortunately it does press against the surrounding tissue and I have headaches almost every day. It doesn’t affect my vision. In the past I have gained up to 60 lbs in one year because of it. I want to tell you the story of how I found out about the tumor. Ok guys? Letttttttts go!

I was a normal 13 year old living in Florida with my mom.( ha ha ok to be clear I was never really normal) I went to school and was just starting to come into my own. I had my own ridiculous style that outsiders probably would have described as emo meets hippie meets girly girl. I had my fair share of friends  at the time. I was of course, NOT sexually active. Everyone knows that when girls are young they have irregular periods (sorry guys this part is important but it will be over soon) on the contrary mine from the time I first got them, they were on the day every month.

So after about a year of, getting it once every 2 months and then 6 months consecutively of not getting my period at all… I began to panic.

Those that know my family know that we are a bunch of hypochondriacs. But I took that title to a whole new level! After hours of looking at all of the other possible reasons that a now 14 year old hasn’t gotten her period ,I said to hell with the information in ask.com and I came to the so “probable” conclusion that I was one of 4 things:

1. I was abducted by aliens, probed and impregnated me with their alien sperm and brought back to my home planet to spread their alien see for generations to come! But not before my memory was wiped clean of any recollection for the event.
2. The human growth and development Teacher lied and either sperm grew wings and magically flew into my vagina or you really can get pregnant from kissing!
3. I was housing the 2^nd coming of baby Jesus but I honestly wasn’t stressing that since I was more thinking number 4
4.  Due to years of my mother oh so lovingly call me the spawn of Satan, I was pregnant with demon child.

Weather it was with aliens, magic sperm , Jesus baby or Satan’s version of the immaculate conception, I had now convinced myself that I Nicole was pregnant!

After about 6 months of telling my mom that everything was ok when it was so clearly not I realized, I couldn’t let this go on forever. Mainly because I wasn’t sure the gestation period of this type of magic Jesus alien Satan sperm. I could pop at any time.

I told my mom, first she asked if there were any way I could be pregnant. The answer I gave her was, “HELL NO!” Being a 14 year old and knowing everything was my job. Of course I didn’t want to divulge my theories to her because that would prove I didn’t know what was going on. Also she would think that I was certifiably crazy.

She promptly took me to the “family doctor” and I was given a checkup, one of the questions that I was asked of course was if I could be pregnant. By this time I was thinking, shit maybe they are on to me. Maybe they know. Or better yet maybe the doctor is really an alien and wants to know if I remember anything. Fearing the wrath of the alien doctor I told her no.

My mom seemed relieved that I had told the doctor no as well. Then I was sent for the blood tests.

When the results came back all it did was confuse us. All joking aside my prolactin level was in the high 800’s (a “normal” person has a level of under 13) to make it even more confusing, prolactin is a hormone that is secreted when a woman is pregnant.

From there the Doctors decided that an MRI was the next step. I went and got the MRI, it went without a hitch. Then I had the pleasure of meeting an awesome doctor in Tampa! (By awesome I mean the biggest dick you will ever meet.) He came in to the room with my films threw them up on the x-ray light and said well you have a mass. ……Crickets

How the hell was I supposed to know that that meant.

Then the Asshole said ,( as if he were telling me to please pass the mashed potatoes at the dinner table)”You have a Tumor.”That was pretty much it. Then the good ol’ Doc told me to get out of the room to talk to my mom. What the hell?

I was so confused and scared.

After what had seemed like forever, I was asked to come back into the room and I was told all the particulars. That I didn’t have cancer, that a lot of people have this, That it was rare that I have this problem being as young as I am. The whole hoopla!

Now in 2012 I still have the tumor. I am happy to say that my prolactin is down to what the Doctors deem as normal, and I was indeed not pregnant with a magic Jesus alien Satan baby.

Uhhh should I praise Allah?

The game of Tag,snowballs, and Where do your socks go?

So something you didn’t know about me was I was never very good a tag. I tripped a lot  so the kids made fun of me… So I am trying for LizzieCracked

Here are The Rules.

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them

Questions from lizzie cracked.

1. What’s the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?

“What? A swallow carrying a coconut?”

2. How do you feel hearing everyone has a water buffalo  And you realize you don’t (if you DO have a water buffalo, skip this question and answer the bonus I have a water buffalo question)

It makes me sad. I am not particularly fond of the water buffalo but I more than likely would have felt cheated. I do think I’d have to go and get some buffalo wings!

3. Who is your favorite cartoon character?

Due to the fact that I rock both purple and green, I look awesome in a shell bikini, and our obvious similarities in the looks department, I pick Ariel from The Little Mermaid

4. Who is you favorite super hero?

Batman, because he is a Hunk-a- saurus Rex

5. IF I had the power to confuse you as my super power, what would you think about frogs?

That all the men worth a damn in this world were really princes disguised as frogs and kissing them would be the only way to get a good one. Then you would sit back and watch.

6. Which is more fun… pulling teeth or tea in China? NO wait..I think I got mixed up…

I like tea. Never been to china. But I know that P.F Chang’s has some frickin’ awesome tea!

6. What does that have to do with the price of tea in china ?

Well I am assuming that is doesn’t have anything to do what the price of tea in China. BUT if it is good… you know where to stick it.

7. How old are you mentally ?

Mentally I am 17 , but lately I feel 80.

8.  If you could go back to any age what age would you choose?

I would go back to 8 years old.

9.  If life gave you lemons and tequila was unavailable what would you do with them?

Get a few pounds of shrimp and get ready to eat your feelings into oblivion!

10. How much wood can a woodchuck chuck.

The amount of wood that woodchucks would chuck on a given day varies greatly with the individual woodchuck. In addition to weather the particular woodchuck in question has acquired a degree in the art of wood-chucking.

11.  How do you get rid of those pesky woodchucks anyhow?

TNT, .22 Caliber rifle, or My mother(she does a great job getting rid of animals that she deems”pesky”)

My questions:

1. What is the most exciting thing you have ever done in your life?
2. How would you wear gasses if you didn’t have a nose?
3. Doesn’t expecting the unexpected make the unexpected become the expected?
4. How do you know if you have fallen in love if you don’t have any bruises?
5. You want to have sex with a tampon?
6. If you had to come up with a Major sports team name what would it be?
7. Are redheads good in bed?
8. What is your favorite book and why?
9. Do fish get thirsty?
10. How come when socks come out of the dryer, there’s only one of each?
11. Do you believe is fairies?

People that I want to tag

Break it down Pete

Lizzie Cracked

Laurens Crazy Adventure

Mothstoaflame

El Guapo

Maggie Mae

The better man projects

The narcissist’s Blog

Roger Tharpe

Lafemmeroar

Girl Loves Zombie

I know this post had nothing to do with snow or balls, but its snowing in hell today! Yay!

I just don’t myself enough time in-between embarrassing myself

I haven’t ever really been a graceful person, until now ,I never noticed how utterly tragic my clumsiness and overall serious quirks have affected me until now.

For example;

I was working out ,and a cute guys waves to me …

A “Normal “person would: wave back and maybe even smile.

What I did: OH I waved back alright but in the process, my finger got caught on my earring that I happened to be wearing at the time and ripped it out. While he was watching! I tried to play it off and pretended my ear wasn’t bleeding; he smiled, shook his head, and walked away.

In school had just bought a brand new outfit in order to impress a special boy. Feeling confident I went to talk to him, but oh no! I dropped a pencil…

A “Normal “person would: Pick it up and then maybe say hi

What I did: I hurriedly picked up the pencil but while bending down to get it, I realized that he  sat down and my ass was pretty much in his face. 

So I am sure you may be thinking, wow she just is nervous around guy well my friends in the internet box, I wish that were the case.

Just recently, At my cousins 1^st birthday party, I decided to hang out with my 10 year old cousin and his best “friend.” Well, I took them to the park across the street. His friend was being such a jerk. Nothing unusual just “I’m am better than you kind of stuff.” But he was being mean to me and my cousin.

So being the older mature one I decided that this behavior could not go without being addressed to my aunt.

A “Normal “person would:

Mention that this child is out of sorts. Possibly come up with a witty comment about his actions.

What I did: Promptly went to my Aunt who happened to be standing next to my grandma. To give myself credit I did mention to my aunt about this kid. Also I took my own advice to make a witty comment about his actions. Of course it sounded great in my head, but unfortunately what I said was “Hey that kid was acting like a little twat.”

Immediately there was a severely awkward silence, what I meant to say was “twit” (a silly or foolish person.)but that didn’t matter now. I had just called that poor kid a Vagina.

For the full effect;

1. Twit: A silly or foolish person.
2. Twat: (from urban dictionary)
3. a. A Vagina

              b. Acronym for The War Against Terrorism

I was mortified that my friends, there is just no coming back from.

What does an awkward, clumsy, quirky person like myself do to be less clumsy?

Are the meetings I can go to? CA. Clumsy Anonymous

Hello everyone, my name is Nicole , and I have a problem.

Single girls guide to surviving the Apocalypse/Valentine’s Day 2012

I don’t know who this Saint Valentine is, but he needs to shove it.

Okay so I am assuming by the previous sentence you are thinking wow here we go, another bitter “single” persons rant about how they are single once again on this day. By that assumption, my friends in the internet box, you would be correct. (With a Nicole colored glasses twist)

So plans.. well when you don’t have any and well-meaning people try to make conversation like” what are you doing for valentine’s day?” Or, “soooo do you have a valentine this year?” It makes you want to scream (or face mush) depending on the situation or the person or maybe a combination or the two.

I have always stood by valentines day is a day that society has made into a big deal so boys that would never buy candy or flowers for their girlfriends actually care enough to do it for the simple fact that tonight , it is a given that they are getting laid. The single guys have no idea what day today is so they really don’t count. So tonight all the tools will get dressed in similar outfits, their Ed Hardy shirts and ridiculous haircuts and chains and “fresh to death sneakers” on a similar quest to get some.

 OH BOYS so predictable.

I guess I am a weird sort of girl I have never liked sappy love movies, barely ever cry when to comes down to it, And  I have always thought bumping uglies an accurate description.

So here is your single girls guide to surviving the Zombie Apocalypse/Valentine’s day 2012

Step 1.) Get ready and look pretty today because if you don’t you might as well get on the rooftop of your building and scream hey I am single everybody!

 Disclosure: We at The world behind Nicole Colored Glasses strongly advise that you do not perform or attempt to perform above said action. If you so choose to do this people will gather thinking you are crazy, that you might jump. Police will show up, you will be tackled and thrown into a crazy facility and you will stay there because you have failed to listen to step one and you might actually look the part.

Step 2.) Speaking of “Scream”How about Ice Cream ! go ahead and get yourself some Ben and Jerry’s and a shovel. You are gonna need it for step 7 plus if the apocalypse is coming you can use the shovel to fight off the zombies

Step 3.) Rent the sappiest of movies at least two so by the time the movies are over you only have minimal time to wallow in your loneliness and go to sleep for tomorrow is a normal day.

Step 4.) Invite you best single dateless friends over but make sure to first tell them step one…

Step 5.) When they get there make lots of comfort food and talk about how the whole male population sucks and you don’t need em.

Step 6.) Get wasted. ( nothing says a forced good time like a few too many glasses of wine from a box.)

Side note: If this really the zombie apocalypse you would probably have to board up your doors/windows because nothing is worse than on Valentine’s Day the only date that you have, is a date with death.

Step 7.) Watch the movies, cry, let it out, and more importantly eat that ice-cream like it is going out of style for today is not a day that you shall worry about calories. Plus guys like girls with curves Trust me.

Step 8.) Fight the urge to drunk text your ex. Yes I know that it sounds like a good idea (at the time) but sadly its not.

Step 9.) Get online and Facebook stalk your ex (he will never know)

Step 10.) Go to bed. After all it is only Tuesday lol.

So there you have it folks, my guide for all of you! Hope you enjoy!

Accident Leads to a Better Life

My cousin Tj

A young man’s accident goes from tragedy, to a complete life change

March 22, 2007
Today marks one year to the day that Antonio Molinaro  Jr. got in to the tragic crash that he says, changed his life for the better. One night in Cape Cod he was partying with a couple of friends at the beach, and he had a few drinks. His ride home was a friend of his, and she was drinking much more than he was, so he made the decision to drive thinking it was the safer choice even though he had his license at the time.
A cape cod police officer saw the two going down the street and decided to pursue them, afraid of going to jail , Antonio Molinaro Jr. sped up to attempt to get away from the officer. The officer called for backup and then it turned into a high speed chase.” I lost the first two cops and when the third one got there it was too late.” Either there was ice on the road or it was a tire malfunction we don’t know but as Molinaro Jr says , “the car ‘fish-tailed’ at 85 mph , skidded and hit a pole.” He blacked out at the impact and doesn’t remember anything after the crash. From the driver’s seat he ended up out of the back passenger window. “The third cop stayed there and held my head together if it wasn’t for him I’d be dead.” The third cop told him after the crash that it was the worst crash that he had ever seen. Molinaro Jr. slipped into a coma for over two months things didn’t look great until one day when he woke, The cleaned up version of his first words were “What the heck.” That pretty much sums it up, Molinaro Jr. has no recollection of anything after the crash and he wasn’t even knowledgeable of the accident when he awoke. In fact he was in disbelief  he didn’t understand how this could’ve happened to him “I thought i was invincible, guess not. “ Says Molinaro Jr.
So exactly a year after his accident he has gone through extensive therapy where he had to teach himself to walk again. When asked what he learned about drinking and driving he says he has learned that, “Life is too precious.” To this day he takes full responsibility for his own destiny. Near death experiences make you think .Was it his fate to get into this accident and make it through to save him from all his bad habits from before. Or was it just coincidence that such a bad thing led to changing his ways for the better? In memory of what he has gone through Molinaro Jr. got his first tattoo. It’s of praying hands and rosary beads on top it says survivor and underneath it says the date 3-22-06 and for him, it has religious and symbolic value. So forever he will remember that he, Antonio Molinaro Jr. is in fact truly a survivor. My Cousin is one of the strongest people that I know. The doctors said that he may never wake from the coma,he may never walk,or talk, he may never etc… After some time he can run, he can ride a bike, he can work out and you know what I am proud of him! He and his parents have gone through so much.

I am thankful to have him here as a constant reminder not to take life for granted! I love you TJ!