Hello again, party people! It’s been a while. I let myself get busy living, trying to lose myself in the minutiae of my little life. I did. It was boring and exciting, like always. But, man! Has there ever been some stuff going on! First, like so many others, I was devastated by Hurricane Irma. … More Like I Need A Hole In My Head
I need to clarify a few things, especially, it seems, what may seem like disregard for my health by my husband. I don’t often talk about him in my posts, because it can be extremely easy to let my snippets of life color the way he is seen. He is a flawed person, as are … More Obviously Oblivious, With a Dash of Denial
I can’t explain what is happening to me. In my body and mind calamity has ensued. Some days find me clear-headed and funny, as though the shell of my physical presence is simple fodder for a sitcom that only a few people are privy to. Others are lost to the haze of illness that envelops … More There Are No Words
Unless it’s falling in clumps out of your head. Then you do you. Me? I went ahead and did the thing I was afraid of. Why not? I was terrified of having my breasts removed and then rebuilt, but I did it. My hair, though. The thing that, when it’s gone, makes you instantly recognizable … More Darlin’ Don’t You Go And Cut Your Hair
Yes. I said it. My house is a (bleep)ing mess. It’s like this, off and on, all of the time, but it is more noticeable to me right now. That doesn’t mean that I like it messy, that dust and crumbs on the floor, clean clothes in unfolded heaps, sorted by owner, and books, games, papers, and … More What A (Bleep)ing Mess!
Dude. I’m still getting fat. No energy. Still healing. Can’t even stretch my arms. Everything always itches. UUUUuuuugh! I just want to have a little pity party, ‘k? Cool. I want things to be totally awesome, so I can be all like “Look at me! I’m so busy cancering and being fabulous!” but I can’t. … More Uuuuuugh
All I do is THINK. Think. think. And take tests, go to appointments, have my plans changed; wait. And think. I think about the future, both immediate and far away. I think of the past, of the could have, would have, should haves. Of the nevers. Of the always. I think about the maybes. All … More The End Of The Beginning
I love that song. It’s been on a near-constant rotation since May in my playlists, joined by Cough Syrup, My Body, and a handful of other songs. I realized yesterday that while I’ve been convalescing I haven’t been listening to much music. The reasons are dumb and mundane, but there’s something about it that is … More Shut Up And Dance With Me
****WARNING! Graphic content, NSFW**** Well, I did it. I made it through and am convalescing in style at home. Amazon Prime is my new bestie, by the way. I realized pretty quickly that even holding my little tablet or a book was making my chest muscles sore, so I ordered the most perfect (and reasonably priced) lap … More Super Trooper *Graphic*
I have 10 minutes to finish my water. Tomorrow is going to be crazy. I taught my fourteen year old the fundamentals of great eyeliner today. That is a life lesson that will carry her through thick and thin. You think it won’t? You’re wrong. The ability to artfully apply makeup will give her tools … More Boobpocalypse!