Archive for March, 2008

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And because today was a better day…


Because it’s been that kind of day.


So I cried like a baby this morning.  In my defense, it was coming out in huge clumps.  You think you’re prepared, but you’re not. I think when it was just barely falling out I could pretend that I didn’t have cancer.  Ok.  I never forget I have cancer.  But now every time I look in the mirror, I’ll see it.  Every time my daughter looks at me, I’ll see it.  Ok.  Pity party over.  I will shave my head today.

Round 2

I know some of you worry when I don’t post, but there is only so many times you can write, “Feel like crap.  Watched T.V.”  🙂  I’m actually feeling better (so far) this week than the last round.  I’m taking a billion pills every morning.  You think I’m kidding.  Heh.  Emend, Levothyroxine, Lysine, Tylenol, Colace, Protonix and the occasional Compazine.  BUT, they seem to be working, since it actually feels like a slightly smaller truck ran over me this week.  Lastly, the hair.  It’s on it’s way out.  Started Monday in surprising places and today I woke up, ran my hand through my hair and some of it decided to be free.  I’m sad, but it’s part of the package, you know?


Suspect A

Dear nephew

Suspect B

J balloon easter

Our master bedroom has a key lock on it.  Long story short, I have no idea where that key is.  Lately, I’ve been very worried that J is going to lock himself in our bedroom and not be able to get out. 

So it went down like this.  After the egg searching chaos, we suddenly notice it is remarkably quiet.  Suspect A and Suspect B are nowhere to be found.  After some searching, it is discovered that Suspects A and B have locked themselves into our room. 

Innocent bystander C

L in easter dress

and D

A with ears

look on as my poor sister tries to talk Suspect A through unlocking and opening the door.  My sister is so good at keeping her cool, knowing that yelling at him will just make him cry and unable to do anything, much less unlock the door.  I’m very proud of her.  Suspect B starts to get scared so she holds his hand under the door while trying to figure out different ways of explaining what Suspect A needs to do.  Innocent bystanders C and D are very curious now, so my job is to keep them in the living room. (Easier said than done.)  Daddies A and B end up putting a ladder to the outside window and talk Suspect A into unlocking the window.  After cutting the screen and crawling through, both Suspects are in custody and very happy to see their mamas.

 Needless to say, we don’t have a doorknob on our door anymore.

The best part about this is now this is the Easter where the boys locked themselves into the bedroom, not the one where Nicole was on chemo.  🙂

 Hope everyone had a Happy Easter!  We did!


Today was my 34th birthday and I had a wonderful day.  Started the day over at the in-laws to do the traditional egg dyeing.  And did I remember the camera?  Of course not.  I actually forgot the eggs too and had to run back the house to get them.  Luckily my in-laws live across the street.  (Yes.  Just like on Everybody Loves Raymond.)  It’s a very sweet tradition that the kids look forward to every year.  L has loved it for a couple years, but this was J’s first real time getting to help.  And he dyed many eggs.  Blue.  Because that was the one closest to him.  I’m pretty sure at least a third of the eggs are blue.  We had an amazing turkey lunch with stuffing and cranberry sauce and rolls.  Oh the rolls.  I could wax poetic about my MIL’s rolls.  They’re pretty much one of my favorite things in the world.  SO happy to not have nausea today.

 After that, my sister threw me a party at my house and I got to hang with my college girlfriends and all their babies.  SO cute.   Again.  Do I have pictures?  Nope.  But my friends took some so I expect copies.  Two of my friends came from out of state and I can’t begin to tell you how cool that was.  I know it was crazy this close to Easter (the one time in my life my birthday is next to Easter!  Seriously.)  There are actually six of us that have stayed in touch since our days at dear Old C.U..  Once a year we try to get together for our girl trip, where for one weekend we are simply a bunch of smart and sassy girls.  It reminds me who I was before I was teacher, wife, mama and now cancer warrior (yeah, I’m trying that one out).  Every one of us has been touched by something tragic, hard, or life changing over the years and we’ve always rallied for each other.  And as I know I have been altered by the things that have happened to them, they are now changed by what has happened to me and I’m sad that they have to go through this too, but at the same time I draw strength because I know that they are with me; those who were able to come here and celebrate my birthday, and those who couldn’t.  Thank you ladies.  🙂  For everything.


Yep.  It’s time for the ol’ Friday Feel Up!  So ladies, (and men too.  Yes it happens.) go do your thing.  The statistic is 1 in 8 my dears.  Think of the last birthday party you went to.  One or two (depending on how big the party was) of those women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime.  And don’t forget, when you’re younger than 40 this is realistically the ONLY way you’re going to find it.  We don’t get mammograms yet.  So go on.  Git er done.  (I can’t believe I just quoted Larry the Cable Guy.)

Not shocking.

What Be Your Nerd Type?

Your Result: Musician

Doo doo de doo waaaa doo de doo! (<– That’s you playing something.) Everyone appreciates the band/orchestra geeks and the pretty voices. Whether you sing in the choir, participate in a school/local band, or sit at home writing music, you contribute a joy to society that everyone can agree on. Yay! Welcome to actually doing something for poor, pathetic human souls. (Just kidding.)

Drama Nerd
Literature Nerd
Social Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Anime Nerd
Artistic Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type?
Quizzes for MySpace

Now that’s kind of funny.

Typecast Yourself!