About brickhousechick

 

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!