We're having a The Day After Halloween, Halloween Party.Which means I have no time to write about trick or treating last night as I have been my usual lazy self and procrastinated gettting everything ready for this shindig.
So I'm going to put on my "*maid" costume (would love to have written French before that but the size of my waist doesn't allow for the use of that type of word)to dust, clean the toilet (if I knew how to write in a french accent that would be so much more fun of a word) and get the many snacks ready.
Pictures will be posted asap.
Happy the day after Halloween
(and yes I know there is a real name for this day....brain freeze)
*not my actual costume for tonight
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Little Miss Right Ovary
Dear Miss Ovary
I'm sorry to hear that you had to be removed. I do miss you but I don't miss the pain and trouble you started. I know it wasn't entirely your fault, evil Endo made her contribution as well.
Even though you are no longer available, you are, although not being your fault (again) still causing ruckus. The hormones that are not working properly are becoming quite annoying especially the crying jags. In the worst possible times. Over the silliest little things.
Like this morning, when there was no chance of Hubby being hurt even if that car had hit our car as I watched. Tears sprang and uneasy breathing ensued. Silly, silly but that's what has been happening with the hormones lately.
So if there is a possibility of any kind of connection to your sister, Left ovary, could you do me a favor and have her get her shite straightened out?
Otherwise she may find herself unwelcomed as you became and may be following you to the *Great Unknown Ovary Heaven in the sky.
*Also known as the Labratory garbage can
Sincerely wishing things had turned out differently,
Emotional Girl
I'm sorry to hear that you had to be removed. I do miss you but I don't miss the pain and trouble you started. I know it wasn't entirely your fault, evil Endo made her contribution as well.
Even though you are no longer available, you are, although not being your fault (again) still causing ruckus. The hormones that are not working properly are becoming quite annoying especially the crying jags. In the worst possible times. Over the silliest little things.
Like this morning, when there was no chance of Hubby being hurt even if that car had hit our car as I watched. Tears sprang and uneasy breathing ensued. Silly, silly but that's what has been happening with the hormones lately.
So if there is a possibility of any kind of connection to your sister, Left ovary, could you do me a favor and have her get her shite straightened out?
Otherwise she may find herself unwelcomed as you became and may be following you to the *Great Unknown Ovary Heaven in the sky.
*Also known as the Labratory garbage can
Sincerely wishing things had turned out differently,
Emotional Girl
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Ink Stains
These are pictures of the 2 new tattoos I had done.
Each butterfly represents one of us in our birth month color.
Starting from the top down:
Hubby :Feb
Me :May
daughter:Oct
Stepson :Feb
Son :May
I copied this from a card my mom gave me. It's her handwriting with a funky daisy. It was very hard not to cry when I saw this for the first time after it was finished.
I now have a part of her that I can see with me all the time.
Each butterfly represents one of us in our birth month color.
Starting from the top down:
Hubby :Feb
Me :May
daughter:Oct
Stepson :Feb
Son :May
I copied this from a card my mom gave me. It's her handwriting with a funky daisy. It was very hard not to cry when I saw this for the first time after it was finished.
I now have a part of her that I can see with me all the time.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Alright,I'm trying this again.
So what's new, you ask?
Lots and nothing.
Spring is finally here and once again I'm loving it and dreading how it can make me feel. Even 6 years later it feels the same...the beginning of the end of my before life. The life before the cancer. The life before when everything seemed so simple, too simple. The life before when I was still naive, more self-involved, less strong, less sure of who I am and who I want to be. Simple life.
Will my life ever feel simple again? Do I want it to be? What really is simple?
I know I strive to have a life that is not chaotic....I don't like or deal well with chaos. I like structure, routine but I don't want monotony or boredom. I feel that maybe it's become that way more than I would like. The problem is knowing how to change it when you all you feel like doing is the known.
This post is all over the place...sorry but lately I guess I'm all over the place as well.
So much for simple.
So what's new, you ask?
Lots and nothing.
Spring is finally here and once again I'm loving it and dreading how it can make me feel. Even 6 years later it feels the same...the beginning of the end of my before life. The life before the cancer. The life before when everything seemed so simple, too simple. The life before when I was still naive, more self-involved, less strong, less sure of who I am and who I want to be. Simple life.
Will my life ever feel simple again? Do I want it to be? What really is simple?
I know I strive to have a life that is not chaotic....I don't like or deal well with chaos. I like structure, routine but I don't want monotony or boredom. I feel that maybe it's become that way more than I would like. The problem is knowing how to change it when you all you feel like doing is the known.
This post is all over the place...sorry but lately I guess I'm all over the place as well.
So much for simple.
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