GenX grows Up

A day in the life - various normal and not-so-normal events. Open the door and come on in...

Sunday, August 27

Another one bites the dust

Well, internet, I was going to continue posting about my trip to the East Coast - about going the beach with the kiddos and hitting Toys R Us Times Square and all the other drama. And maybe post about the colonoscopy and how I don't have to have another one for 3 years!! 3 years!! Wow!

.... but, during the night, last night, my uncle passed away. My dad's older brother passed on. And so, this week, the week that LL is starting second grade and Kitty is starting full-day kindergarten, we will be going to a funeral in D.C. for my uncle. My uncle, who always called me sweetie, and even though I didn't see him very often - when I did see him, he was great to me. When I had cancer, he called and made sure I was ok. When my brother died, he came out and gave me special attention. He and my other uncle and my dad would make us laugh so hard, that my mom would literally pee her pants. And, he would give me stuff when I saw him, or take us out to eat.

One time, I helped him pack up his stuff to move from Cleveland back to D.C. and I just had my own apartment. I saw a rolled up rug in the closet and asked if I could have it. He said sure - well, it turned out that it was a $700 rug or something. He didn't mean to give me that rug, so he would always ask for it back and it became a running joke, esp since I've had it for 9 years now and it's in my bedroom and I will never have to give it back now.

Sigh.

Oh, and he was a complete flirt! Used to flirt with my girlfriends when I was in college. It was almost embarrassing. But on the other hand, it was cute and fun. And I liked it.

I will miss having him in my life, occassionally at least.
Godspeed, Uncle Dick.

Wednesday, August 23

Ha Ha Funny?

There has got to be something funny about getting a colonoscopy. There are a wealth of jokes about getting a tube up your butt, finally getting all the s&*t out, etc, etc, etc.

Too bad, I'm too busy rushing to the bathroom every two seconds, and can't form any clear thoughts to get those jokes out. Also, am food deprived (clear liquids, etc.) Have gone to the bathroom three times in the last sentence alone.

My only consolation: Everyone gets them...yup, even you.
Bwah-hah-hah-hah, bwah-hah-hah-hah, bwah-hah-hah-hah, bwah-hah-hah-hah, bwah-hah-hah-hah (evil, dr. evil laugh)

Saturday, August 19

I... Love... New York....!!! Part 1

I love NYC! I love the beach! I love the boardwalk! I love vacation!

Good times! Just back from vacation late last night - lots of sun, sand, spending tons of money, and seeing friends and family.

First off, we went to VA to see my grandad who turned 91 while I was there. To celebrate, we went to, well, the bar, of course! Wouldn't you go out dancing with your grandpappy? The whole place adores him! The owner, the leader of this band, the bartenders, I mean everyone was yelling for Hank! They shuffled him over the bar and bought him shots. And the young ladies love him! I mean, they were lining up to dance with him - yes, a bunch of young, scantily clad, hot blonds. So, Grandad and I were doing shots of Grand Marnier.

Now, Grandad is a short little guy...shorter than me (I'm 5'2") but he can shake those hips, and down the alcohol. I had to pack it in at 2 am because I'm such a lightweight, but he stayed out until 4am! When all of your grandparents are going to getting ready for bed at 7 pm, he hasn't even started his night. You know none of the cool people go to the bar before midnight.

My birthday is the day after his, so you know, we always have to have a nice celebration.
More about the trip in a later post....
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Days of Our Lives - Is anyone else sick of the whole Jack is gonna die storyline?!! How MANY times will Jack die, then not die?

People!

I mean, I have put up with a lot of crap from this show over the years - Roman is John, John is a mercenary, Stefano's alive, he's not alive, Tony is alive, he's not alive, Marlena has a double, then she's possessed by the devil (just plain skipped a few months of viewing there), Claire is Shawn and Belle's but nobody knows it, yet...., but I digress...

What's the deal with Jack? Frankly, I just don't even care anymore! Just get that storyline over! I'm done with it!

....

But really, what did I miss while I was gone?

Wednesday, August 9

Mistakes that make your stomach drop

Have you ever made a mistake that made your stomach drop?

Yup. I hate that.
Like today, when I sent this one url to some of my friends and family and then one of them emails back to let me know that the website had totally inappropriate info on the website. Ugh. I just hate that feeling. And there's no taking things back either.

I haven't gotten sucked into email forwarding in a while, but there are always ones that slip through the cracks and you kind of think, why in the world would this person send this to me?! Well, today I am on the other side of that. I do not like that feeling. It sucks.

Tuesday, August 8

Breathe a sigh...

Of relief. I'm clear for the next three months!!!!! YAHOOOEEE! YIPPPEEE! TA-TAU!


And now for something completely different.....

I lOVE this game for the kiddos!!!
http://store.cranium.com/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=1_8&products_id=902

Ever play??

What's your favorite game?

Monday, August 7

Block Party and other news

I should wear a button that says, "I survived the Block Party of '06"


Nah, we had a good time and really there weren't too many mishaps. One fire incident (sorry Brian). But overall it was a success! The fire truck came! The water balloon toss was fun! The bike parade was cool - even tho LL threw a tantrum at the beginning and missed it - Kitty got to lead the way! The heat, oh, the heat. I melted and melted and melted. And today I'm sore, so sore. Overall, it was a success. I'll have to get new recruits for next year.


Other news: Tomorrow I go to the oncologist. NOT HAPPY about going to the oncologist.

It's been three months since my last check-up and this is just a routine check-up, a necessary evil. Tomorrow they will take bloodwork to let me know if I'm still cancer-free.

Yup, cancer. Colorectal cancer to be exact. I guess it's time to tell my story....

On April 13, 2005, I found out that I had a tumor in my colon (yes, I had had bleeding for over a year that I ignored until we were on a decent health insurance plan and my husband had a job after many months of unemployment). Who thinks you have cancer at 30 with no family history of colon cancer? Not I...

May 5, 2005 (I remember because it was Cinco de Mayo and I couldn't drink!) I had an anastamosis or a colon resection. By then, I knew it was cancerous but it took 5 days to find out that I had Stage 3 colorectal cancer. Stage 3 because one lymph node was involved. After my surgery, they didn't see any traces of cancer in my bloodwork but as a 'preventative' measure, the doctors said i would need five weeks of radiation treatments and six months of chemo. 'Preventative' seemed to take on a whole new meaning.

LL was 5 1/2 and Kitty was just 4. When I was their age, it was my GRANDPARENTS who had cancer, not a parent.

Let me just say that I come from a health oriented culture, not that I've always been healthful. So when I was diagnosed, I got advice from literally around the world from friends, acquaintances, anyone and everyone had advice for what natural health tonic/cure/miracle doo-hickey I could take to cure me. And on the other side, I had my husband's family who said to do exactly what the doctor tells you because they know everything and that is the best thing in the world and doctors are all knowing and can spin the world on their little pinkies!

Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little but you get the idea. So, surgery, radiation and chemo. After months of feeling really great after my surgery (because of my new, improved health rituals), I decided to submit myself to chemo and radiation because **I love my kids and I wanted to do all of the best things to help be around for them in the future and some of those things included using both types of medicine - complementary and traditional.

I didn't give in because of the pressure but because I wanted to do the right thing for my family and not just me personally.

And it's been six months since I ended all of my treatments. I'm now in that 5 year window they give you after you end treatments. You know, the limbo phase before you can officially be declared in remission. It's good to be here, I think.


I am a little concerned b/c that's the nature of this beast. I also have had a slight pain in my back on and off. Might be nothing.

So, here's wishing that tomorrow is a good day and that I will be granted another three months.

**(Oh, yeah, in this process too, it was implied that if I didn't take chemo and radiation, that I didn't love my kids. And to these people, I say, You suck! If you imply that, you obviously live in a hole and deserve 50 lashes).

Saturday, August 5

Some things I like:

My favorite song (as of today!!): Crazy by Gnarls Barkley

My favorite cheese: Drunken Goat Cheese is da bomb!

My favorite reality show: The Amazing Race - tried to get Big A to apply with me but we missed the deadline by a day!!

My favorite thing to grill: Marinated Asparagus

My favorite drink: I'm liking me some Bacardi O3's right now

My favorite chocolate: Lake Champlain Hot Chocolate and Ghyslain (it's a tie) mmmmmmm - fine chocolates!



It's time to eat dinner - I'm starving!!! (can you tell?)

Friday, August 4

Columbus Clippers....

Ring Your Bell!


Cowtown AAA Baseball Rules! Cheap and easy.
Yup, we were down at the Coop tonight. It's a decent time. Kitty (my daughter, not her real name tho) was a squirmy little one and Big A only had one beer so he was bored by the 5th inning. I liked going and LL had a good time too. I think it's fun to hang out at the stadium and watch the game. It's more of my culture (Big A would rather be at the art museum). But maybe when the kids are old they won't need as much therapy since we took them to a sporting event/game or two.


On another note, LL slammed his finger in the car door today and screamed like a baby girl. It just so happened that we were at the dr's office for Kitty's well-child check-up. So, they ushered us right into the back room and gave us a block of ice the size of your head to put on his 'wound'. The 'wound' was one finger with a blood blister under the finger nail. The doctor had to baby him instead of taking care of Kitty for her check-up. The way he carried on the rest of the day, you would think that his whole hand had been caught in the door and he wouldn't be able to move it for weeks.

My impression of LL: The pain, the chills (chills???),.... so weak, must just lay on couch and watch tv or maybe I can get the strength to play on the computer... it.... just.... hurts.... soooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, maybe I'm heartless. I'm a pretty touchy feely mom, real involved, but when I was a kid, there was no way i could carry on like that. I would have heard "Toughen up, kid" for the gazillionth time. So, I lost my patience for the drama about the 263rd time he complained that it hurt so baaad. Ok, maybe he will need the therapy!

Kitty, on the other hand, was a real trooper. She got 3 shots and barely broke a tear at the third one. She did deep breathing to make it all better. I'm impressed.

Tuesday, August 1

Oh, the Humanity...

So a few months ago, when LL started his new school, I started volunteering. At the end of the year, the teacher gave me a gift card to Red Lobster.

Yay, Red Lobster.

No, really..... yay.

I'm happy to have any chance to go out to eat, esp when I don't have to pay.

Except where everything is fried and breaded and cheesy and sticky and you feel like you're rolling yourself out of the booth. The cheesy bread and the cheesy dip (why order a meal when there's dip?) and the iceberg lettuce salad. Why not have a margarita?

And the pant unbuttoning. UGH!

As a side note, I DON'T EAT SHRIMP or LOBSTER because it makes me sick to my stomach - more about this in a post to come. But I was weak, am weak. I am a weak, weak soul. All for the sake of a free meal, I ate shrimp. And now I will pay.

How can something so small make such a big problem!!

Oh, the humanity....