Why am I a Brick House Chick? Because I am mighty mighty and I’m letting it all hang out. And, they tell me I am a strong woman. Brick House strong. Nothing can destroy me. The big bad wolf has tried, many times but he has not been able to blow me down. I usually end up knocking him down with a little wave of my index finger and some swearing – in Spanish, because it’s more satisfying.
I live with two chronic illnesses that try to define me. Rheumatoid Arthritis and Fibromyalgia. I did not invite them to live with me, they just barged right in and made themselves at home. They are badasses, for sure, but I put up a good fight. Except when I’m exhausted, which is often. My biggest weapon is humor. This weapon protects me on a daily basis even when nothing seems to be funny. Oh, and wine. Wine is my friend. She cares about me and makes me feel better. I love her.
Besides eating and wine, I love dancing. It’s in my bones and soul. RA and Fibro are good at turning off my music and making me sit down but I usually ignore them even though I pay for it afterwards. It is worth every joint pain and swelling to get lost in the music and dance.
I bet you too are a Brick House. Many of us are. Stick around here with me and we’ll dance together and build an even bigger brick structure. I was thinking, a Brick Hotel.
I may not be a 24,36,24 but I am stacked, that’s a fact and I ain’t holding nothing back.
The Commodores’, Brick House. Click the link below & dance along!