In the interest of full disclosure, there are some things which I believe need to be pointed out to you fine folks. I would hate for there to be any confusion about important issues.
At the time of this posting, I have raised $2,525 for the upcoming Susan G. Komen 3-Day in August–over half of my goal. This includes, I believe, an anonymous donation of $1,000. I am awed and humbled by everyone’s generosity. Special thanks to other walkers who’ve shared their stories in comments or emails; to say that today has been inspiring would be a gross understatement.
Julie takes issue with my post and has asked for a correction. Sadly, I must accede. It’s true. I fibbed. When I said that “I (gently) made fun of her very 80’s hairdo” I was hiding the truth. I mocked her mercilessly, for years. But now that she has cancer I just like to pretend I’m always nice to her. Sue me.
I am being stalked by the chiroquactor’s office. Yet again, I’m grateful to have Caller ID. See, I’d fully planned to have my say with them before I stopped going, but it ended up being one of those “choose your battles” sorts of situations and I merely cancelled my remaining scheduled appointments and stopped going. Now they call here at least once a day (reaching my answering machine, because when I see it’s them, I don’t pick up). And they NEVER LEAVE A MESSAGE, which–I’m sorry–is CREEPY. My neck is better and YOU CANNOT HAVE MY IMMORTAL SOUL OR ANY MORE OF MY MONEY SO GO AWAY.
This is the freakiest winter we’ve had in a very long time. Between the near-60s temps interspersed with freak snowstorms at all the wrong times, I’m scanning the sky for locusts and/or frogs. As the saying goes, something ain’t right. We’re also going to be having school until August, since every time it finally DOES snow, school is cancelled.
Speaking of the weather, I’ve had it with my local news.
1) I’m pretty sure something else is happening in the world other than our freaky winter. We get it. The weather is weird. Move on.
2) When I turned on the TV at 6 this morning, school wasn’t cancelled. Actually, it was, but not according to the news. Annoying.
3) This guy really needs to change his name. I can’t take him seriously.
I let my children go play in the snow in their pajamas today. Well, I did make them put their snowsuits over the top. Still. It was a snow day, they were both getting over being sick, and by 3:00 or so they were driving each other (and me) INSANE. I declared that it was time to go out and clear the driveway and there was NO TIME TO GET DRESSED. They played along and before I knew it, Monkey had Chickadee buried up to her neck in the side yard. It was the best they got along all day. Later, as they resumed bickering in a nice warm bath, I threatened to throw them back out and bury them both. Because I’m a great mom like that.
I called the doctor’s office today and had a lovely chat with a nurse there. I explained that Boobpusapalooza doesn’t seem to have concluded quite yet, and perhaps we could see about, well, changing that? She checked my chart and said, “Oh, you saw Dr. Backup, so let’s put you in with him again–” and then I was explaining that no, actually, as much as I enjoyed sharing my infected breast with the nice doctor, I really would like to see MY doctor, the one who DOESN’T HAVE A PENIS. So! Tomorrow morning I shall go get felt up again, but I’m hoping that it will be less embarrassing.
I wore my new heon porange snowsuit to clear the snow off the driveway today. Preliminary reports from the moon confirm that yes, it DOES make my butt look big. Also, I may or may not have wiped out at the end of the driveway while attempting to turn the snowblower around. Also it is absolutely true that no matter how long you wait to clear the driveway, the city plow will not come through until just after you’ve finished (leaving a ridge of snow at the end of the drive).