who wants to be a sludge monkey?

I don't want to be a sludge monkey.  I want to be a Tinkerbell.......light hearted, frolicsome.  Airy but never an airhead........light of spirit.  That old song Sixteen Tons and whaddya get is how I feel.  I think if I could sit in a hot tub for 40 days and 40 nights I could feel infinitely better.  Ok, maybe 4 tops......add a seriously amazing shoulder and neck massage and oh why not.........
How about wings that fly?  Forget Expedia.........I can be Sparrow Air........fly with me, my wings can take you anywhere..........ok, maybe I am a bit of an airhead, that's fair.
I don't understand physical dynamics.  I got up earlier to make some dinner.  I was cutting up some celery and I got hit with spasms.  Rude.......so rude.  The cat kids were meowing for dinner delivery at my feet.  I bent forward, hands on counter and there was all this pressure in my lower back.  The spasms were higher........I always think for a sec is this the day, that the back problems will go to a place no Sparrow has ever gone before?
I didn't want to konk back out so I iced it instead of taking a muscle relaxant.  I took a bite of homemade pizza ......it was not good.  It tasted like cardboard gone wild.  I am not kidding.  Opted to eat a lot of celery.  This felt weird.  I had a crown worked on yesterday in addition to the other stuff they did, so eating crunchy food was probably not a best choice.
I wish I had a slinky and some giant legos.  Yes now......right now.  And a Nerf Gun.  If I ask Santa to just bring me toys this year do you think it could happen?  A  helicopter than can fly or maybe some race cars...turn my kitchen floor into a NASCAR track and see what happens in kitty world.
Do you like toys? Do you have some childhood favorites?
My brothers used to have the cool trains in the 1960's.  They were set up on a big sheet of plywood resting on top of a big wooden door on top of some sawhorses in the attic.  I grew up in a victorian farmhouse. Originally our home was in the country.......our garden space used to be a big red barn.  We even had a place to tie up your horses at the front of our property.  Our house was a marker to begin town or end country.
But back to the trains.......  They had everything.......lights, a tunnel, trees, landscape, a bridge........signs...........every car was an authentic replica of the big trains.  It was fun.  Serious fun.......my brothers had the best toys in my opinion.  I got stuck with dollies.  I don't want to give dolls a bad rap, but I liked toys that did stuff.  Action.  Adventure. Stuff that moved................propelled...........flew.  I can still hear the sound of the train going round the track and listening to the whistle blow............................distant memories can lead to some sweet dreams.
I still can't quite believe that the pizza I made tasted like primordial ooze.  Gotta work on mah skills dude.  I know I can do better. If this was the first slice of pizza I had ever tasted it would officially be my last.  Now you know .......dude it was bad.
I'm still grumpy and not happy with this whole pain thing.  My muscles are doing some kind of cranked up muscle spazzzzzzzz dance.  Where is the off button please?  I think I'm going to watch the end of "the voice" and go to bed.
I hope you are having a lovely relaxing restful time, that your food is tasty, that your day was ok........praying for you.  Praying for grumpy pants me. 
P.S.  I haven't heard from some of you in a while........just wanted to let you know that you remain in my thoughts......prayers, that I care about you ---- want to hug you and send you some TLC........hang in there........miss you very much.