YES again... this time I scrapped it. Thanks, Princess...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Seventeen years ago...
the doctor looked at me and said "you have cancer".
Boy, was THAT a wake up call. May 9, 1991. The day my life changed... for the BETTER. Oh sure, the diagnosis, the surgery, the mental breakdown... all that sucked ass.
But it changed ME for the better. Had that never happened, I shudder to think where I'd be right now.
For many years we suffered with infertility. Back in the 80's you had to treat with a specialist, now every ob/gyn offers treatment. I had to go to a specialist about 30 miles away. With a sperm sample tucked under my armpit to keep it warm. 3 times a week. That was fun. NOT. Bobby and I were a team though - and we endured the tests and diagnoses and treatment.
Right before we were ready to discuss artificial insemination, the cancer diagnosis happened.
I look at it this way: had I not been infertile, my cancer would not have been diagnosed so early, and it would have killed me. My infertility saved my life. In more ways than one.
I also found my husband through all of this... and fell in love with him again. He was a caregiver, a lover, a husband and a friend. He was by my side every minute, supporting me, loving me and worrying about me.
He's a good man, that Bobby. I think I'll keep him around.
Boy, was THAT a wake up call. May 9, 1991. The day my life changed... for the BETTER. Oh sure, the diagnosis, the surgery, the mental breakdown... all that sucked ass.
But it changed ME for the better. Had that never happened, I shudder to think where I'd be right now.
For many years we suffered with infertility. Back in the 80's you had to treat with a specialist, now every ob/gyn offers treatment. I had to go to a specialist about 30 miles away. With a sperm sample tucked under my armpit to keep it warm. 3 times a week. That was fun. NOT. Bobby and I were a team though - and we endured the tests and diagnoses and treatment.
Right before we were ready to discuss artificial insemination, the cancer diagnosis happened.
I look at it this way: had I not been infertile, my cancer would not have been diagnosed so early, and it would have killed me. My infertility saved my life. In more ways than one.
I also found my husband through all of this... and fell in love with him again. He was a caregiver, a lover, a husband and a friend. He was by my side every minute, supporting me, loving me and worrying about me.
He's a good man, that Bobby. I think I'll keep him around.
Friday, April 11, 2008
SO excited!
So this is what happened.
I emailed My Tim with a problem. He solved it for me. I showed him a picture of my tealight holder. He liked it. Asked if he could give my name to Ranger, he thought they might be interested in adding to their website as a project.
Um... OK? (insert shock face here)
Sent My Tim a tealight holder as a thank you for solving my problem. He said some very gracious things... of course making my heart go pitty-pat. LOL And a few minutes later I got the email from Ranger!
I even get PAID!!
So the Cell has decided they are going to be my Entourage and wear all black.
You know - Rangerwear. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Anyway - once again - Thank You Tim Holtz... #1 always. ;-)
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Bowler's Butt.
Seriously. I have Bowler's Butt. And it's a REAL thing. Not a made up in my head tigger thing.
I googled it. It's real. And it HURTS.
I googled it. It's real. And it HURTS.
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