Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Tired and gross

Well, like others during this time of year, I am making a concerted effort to take better care of myself. Of course, this is reflected in dropping some weight but really in all senses of the word. I need to make sure I take time for myself because when I don't get alone time, it ain't pretty. My mom has been driving me batshit crazy and I totally see me buying her a ticket to go up North for a while. Thankfully the hubs understands that I need some time to myself and does not get offended when I am all too happy to boot his ass out of the house on days he works. I'm sure a lot of peeps would think I am one rude ass bitch, but I know what my needs are and that is for sure one of them.

The hubs and I have started having these wonderful smoothies in the mornings. Frozen fruit (mixed varieties, strawberries, raspberries, etc) with some Tropicana orange juice that is 50% less sugar (tastes fab especially if you are not big on pulp) and that's it. Blend it up with a 2 tsp. flaxseed oil and you have a very healthy and surprisingly filling smoothie. I was a bit wary thinking that I'd be trolling through the fridge within an hour but so far, I seem to be pretty satisfied for a good few hours. I also purchased the You on a Diet book. I like what I have seen of Dr. Oz when he is on Oprah because he is not just about being skinny. Like he said, "Well, if all you want is to lose weight, then yeah, drink all the diet drinks and smoke cigarettes and you will drop weight." He wants us to be healthy, get our fiber, eat some veggies, don't go fucking crazy if we eat a piece of cake. Just find a good way to live your life and the weight will fall off if you also move around a little bit. My goal is bigger than I just don't like how I look. Unless you have never read this ever, then you know that by this time next year I really want to be a walking incubator and why on earth would I want my kid to have to dwell for 40 long weeks in a place that is not the best place for him/her/it? I am trying to keep that in mind when the pizza and Cheez-Its call my name.

I don't have much to report. Just back to work and back to a normal schedule. Not much on the agenda for this week other than my step daughter's birthday as well as my niece's birthday - both on the same day. I know - just got through Christmas and more birthdays. Hooooo boy, y'all are KILLING ME.

All is quiet on the homefront. The hubs is finally home tomorrow after 4 days at the station. I know - ridiculous, right? He has to snap that OT up when it comes though. Bills ain't gonna pay themselves, ya feel me?

OK, I am off to bed. It's 10:20 which makes it past my bedtime. Later bitches. I promise to have something excited to report tomorrow. Maybe.

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Elizabeth at 11:07 PM

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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Just when I was all prepared to be pissy

OK, the hubs really jacked my ass earlier tonight by doing what he does best - being a ball-less wonder. I had a post all composed in my head. And it was good. I would vent. Get it all out. Be the really nasty girl you know and love. Or at least tolerate.

Then I got a call. My step-mom called with PET scan results. Everything shrunk. Let me repeat that.

All of it. All the cancerous shit S.H.R.U.N.K.

The oncologist actually smiled. He was pleased. He did not expect it and quite frankly, I did not either. All of this time I had been preparing myself to be a half an orphan. I had literally had a dream where I was at his funeral with my brother sitting by me. It was so real.

Now, he goes in for more chemo. Two big major blasts - just like before. And then another PET scan. My step mom was going to wait for more treatment until after the holidays, but the oncologist was insistent that since this was going so well, then let's follow the momentum. Do it now. I wholeheartedly agree. I would so much rather my dad have one really crappy Christmas and maybe stick around for several more. If the PET scan he takes after these blasts shows more shrinkage, then he goes in for surgery. If that happens, then I go stay there for a while. I would love nothing more.

My daddy might live, y'all. I am gonna go cry for a little bit now.

Labels: Dad, Health

Elizabeth at 9:21 PM

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Think shrinkage

Not THAT kind. Y'all are sick, you know that?

Today, my dad has a doctor's appt to get a shot (not sure of what and it is a series but he can't remember how many in the series. I so love men.) and could possibly get some preliminary results of his most recent PET scan. This will tell the tale. Is he a surgical candidate (good news) or has the tumor/whore cancer not shrunk enough and thereby necessitates more chemo (whore, part deux) and then some radiation? We shall see. I hope he gets SOME sort of results today because I am not good at the waiting. That is shocking, no?

So do whatever it is that you all do and/or believe in. Pray, chant, slam the gris gris on the whore cancer, knock on wood, throw salt over shoulder, WHATEVER. I could not give a shit less. I will take whatever positive vibes I can get. I will wrap them up in a nice bow (Dad is big on presentation) and sit them on his lap and say "See, the internet is not just poker games, Dad. They loves them some you because I have told them some stories about you yelling up the stairs to me and Krista when you were lonely when Terrie was gone. I told them of your fixation (a somewhat unhealthy one) of Frank Sinatra. I told them of you singing Christmas caroles in the mall while forcing Krista and I to hold your hand when we were TEENAGERS. And, above all that, I told them that at some point, the hubs will knock me up and how empty it will all seem if you are not there to sing to my kid. How else am I to explain to them that my kid's lullaby of choice is inexplicably New York, New York without having you as a reference point? And more than that, they know how much I love you and for WHATEVER REASON some of them seem to like me and find me amusing, so they are sending all this just for you." To that, he will say, "Did they send a perfect Manhattan to go with?" He's charming that way.

Labels: Dad, Health

Elizabeth at 4:00 PM

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Nabisco should rule the world

I feel like ass. Friggin planes and their germy after effects. I keep talking to hear myself because it sounds like an echo in my head and that's big fun. Can you say clogged ears? Makes doing my job a CINCH.

I am blowing off class tonight and even now, 13 weeks in, the Catholic guilt is getting me. Pathetic. Being that I am not yet Catholic, what does that make me? Catholicesque? Catholiclike? MiniCatholic?

The only thing making me feel better is Cheez-Its. However, they make me thirsty and I am out of water and I don't wanna get up. Therefore, my tongue feels like hairy and dry and gross.

Good news is that we got the Pooper's picture on our Xmas cards. Son of a BITCH if he is not the cutest damn thing ever. You all may think you have cute pets but unless he/she even bears the slightest resemblence to the King of all Poopers, then you would be so very wrong. I shall send them to whomever trusts me not to stalk them in emailing me your address. If not, I will most likely scan the bad boy and put his Santa cloaked ass right here on the net. Currently he is sitting just to the right of me staring at me because he has dog senses and he KNOWS that there is one Cheez-It left in this bowl.

Should I give it to him?

Labels: Gage, Health, RCIA

Elizabeth at 6:33 PM

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