When I went for my arm surgery I had one little goal. I wanted to be able to put my hair in a pony tail. Simple want isn't it?

But it wasn't simple when your arm didn't bend. For over 11 years I've not been able to put my hair up.

Until today.

As I sit, I have my hair in a pony tail, one that I did for the first time since I was in my early 20s.

I feel like every little step, every little fight, and every huge frustration has been worth it. In one more way I feel complete.

::If at any point you don't like my opinion::
::you don't have to share the same::
::Isn't the free world amazing that way?::
::Individuality rocks!::

::The people in my diary are just that, people.::
::If you think you are one of them,::
::then only admit it if you are one of the good ones!::
::If your are hurt and offended thinking you::
::are someone negatively mentioned in my diary,::
::stop doing what you are doing!::
::Perhaps you'll see me write nicer stuff about you!::
::If you think you know me and::
::are dying of curiousity, email me.::
::I won't promise to tell you,::
::but at least I'll know you're out there!!::