Some things you just can't change...

There are some things that just ... are. I don't have the power to change them -- at all.

For instance, I can't change the fact that I was born with thick, coarse, semi-curly hair, and when it is humid (which, by the way ... is pretty much ALL SUMMER LONG), it will frizz, and pretty much "freak out." It doesn't "curl" -- no -- that would be way too wonderful. It looks something like a dead, fuzzy perm, in fact. Yes, I can use styling serums, and I do, but mostly, I don't buck it -- I just throw it up in a french twist with a clip. Done. It's just the way things are.

Then, there's the fact that I'm 5'9". Now, many of you are saying... "5'9"? I'd LOVE to be 5'9"!" And yes, I do love the fact that I'm 5'9" tall. But... if I were, say, 6'5, then the rest of my body would be in total proportion (weight-wise) with my height, and this delicious Mint Mocha Chip Frappuccino that I'm currently enjoying would not be a source of guilt. But sadly, I can't make my body grow another 8". But even 5'9" girls have their own cross to bear... for instance, capris, pants, skirts and dresses are usually way too short. I love flood pants (just above the ankle) but can't find them long enough for me, so they usually look like capris. Let me just say that when I find a pair of pants with the right length to match the waist, I rejoice jubilantly, and treat them as if they were spun from gold! Short people can have longer pants altered to fit properly ... but tall people aren't so lucky.

Oh, and then there's the whole large foot issue... my bones in my foot actually grew while I was pregnant. Not wider from swelling, as is common with most pregnancies, but rather -- longer, as in one whole size longer, but still narrow. My doctor said it is quite common for that to happen, and let me just say, it hurt like crazy! But now I'm a "dainty" size 10 instead of a much more manageable 9. I'm not bitter, honest. But it sure is hard to find shoes in stock at most department stores.

And let's not forget the fact that we all (unless surgically removed) have numerous parts in our body that we don't really need, and can actually do without -- such as our spleen, gall bladder, tonsils... you get my point. And when one of them becomes "sick," you can have it removed, and still function like a champ without it! About 6 years ago, I had my tonsils removed --a painful, nasty surgery for an adult, but I'm so glad I did it because I don't get sick nearly as much as I did before.

Which leads me to my gall bladder.

It must come out.

I have no choice.

And I can't change that.

And I actually WANT that.

I have a stone lodged in the neck of the gall bladder completely blocking it and shutting off its proper function, causing it to contract and go into spasms -- really quite pleasant if you enjoy constant, throbbing pain on a level of a 7 or 8. Nice. And I can't take anything for it, because they want me to be able to "feel the pain" so I can monitor it and if it gets bad enough, go to the emergency room.

So, on Thursday, August 14th, I will loose yet another not-so-necessary-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things body part... and I'm actually happy about it -- praise God!!! This gall bladder is giving me a constant fit of pain, and I can't wait to be rid of it.

Have I mentioned before that I have a pretty LOW tolerance for pain? I haven't? Well, let me mention it now -- HATE PAIN. But I'll welcome the surgery.

Yup. That's what's going on in my life right now. That, and... a rather FABULOUS weekend with Beth Moore.

So ... What's up with you???