Today's Fun Monday is being hosted by Candid Karina who wants to see what we can't leave home without. Because I am flitting from here to there, without access to Internet 99% of the time, this is a miracle that I'm getting a post up...and even a bigger miracle that I followed the directions.
The obvious things I can't leave home without are my car keys and car, war paint make-up, and clothing. Here are three items that go with me everywhere.
Have a great week. No telling where I may be able to post again.
I am heading home and this is the view from my broom outside the window of the jet.
I have always heard of the Santa Anna winds but have never experienced them. Today I can now say, I have experinced them. Nearly a dozen wildfires driven by those powerful winds spread across Southern California.
Willowtree, DubYaT, as I call him, is the hostess with the mostess for today's Fun Monday.
DubYaT gave me permission to do whatever I wanted to do for Fun Monday, or something along those lines. THE MISSION, should we choose to accept it: He wants to see some article of clothing i.e. tee-shirts, baseball caps, hoodies, sports uniforms, or any bit of clothing that we own that has interesting, funny, or artistic graphics.
So, this is the best I can do from California with the articles of "clothing" that I have in my suitcase.
DubYaT, this post is for you from THE BABES.
What is going on here that has Sherre...
...and Carla, in hysterics ?
...a demonstration by Charla on how to open a bottle box of Franzia White Zinfandel ...
Any captions for the one below ?
Believe me, California will never be the same since THE BABES arrived !
This is the best I can do with what I have in my suitcase concerning the sports attire...
DubYaT, aren't you impressed that I did follow the rules and I'm not even at home with my closet?
Lysol Cling: Toilet Bowl Cleaner. I bought a case of this stuff. I can't open the bottles. I've tried all six (6) of them. I need a child to help me. The cap is witch-resistant !
Directions for Use: (written in font smaller than this):
To Open Child Resistant Cap:
Place bottle on flat, horizontal surface. Avoid squeezing bottle when opening. With one hand grasp bottle firmly near top. With the other hand while pushing cap down, turn cap counterclockwise. Do not squeeze bottle To reseal, twist cap until tight closed.
Yeah, Right! All I want to do is clean the commode, and I can't open the @!#%@#%! bottle !
Janet, who seems to live on her on Planet, is our hostess for Mun Fonday. Hop on your broom and fly into-outer-space to find out who else is playing today. I think she is next door to Mars...or maybe Venus. Whatever! She's out in LaLaLand somewhere.
Of all things, she gives us a choice and we vote for what we want to do. Can you imagine that? This was the winner: Describe your meeting with your spouse/significant other. I especially want to hear "meet cute" stories. And it doesn't have to be your actual current sig/other. Perhaps the "meet cute" story is a former boy/girlfriend...or even a best friend. Illustrate with photos, of course.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?
...and I quote, "and it doesn't have to be your actual current sig/other." Actual and Current being the operative words here...like, I'm going to post the details of who's not of my actual,current sig/other on the Internet?
...she goes on to say...and I quote, "perhaps the "meet cute" story is a former boy/girlfriend."Former being the operative word here...like I'm going to post the details of a former boy/girlfriend on the Internet? Just what is a boy/girlfriend?
Marsha ! Marsha! Marsha!Janet, Janet, Janet ! What planet are you really on? You make me smile. You also made me go to my old photo albums and pull some FORMER whatever you call them, and scan them. I did. Then I thought better of posting my Former Whatevers. But, it did bring back some pretty good memories. Now, back to reality and my current whatever.
Here's the story in SIX (6) words:
I met him in a bar !
That's it. I did. I'm not going to give the details because it will be more interesting to hear what you think actually happened.
What bar? Where? Who was there? What did we do? Just go for it. Make up your own "Swampy meets Anodeman" story.
UPDATE #1: Swampy's Internet has gone awry...it comes and goes with the wind...and the rain ! She has been unable to visit anyone for over 72 hours and is clueless when the problem will be rectified.
The Breast Cancer Stories will be resumed later because she is on her broom again and hopes to post from other vantage points that have WiFi.
UPDATE #2: Hey BlogBuds ! A big THANK YOU to all who continue to slog through this story with me. Also, thanks for the personal e-mails. I was able to check them quickly and post this update before I lost my connection again. You're the best ! I"ll be on my laptop soon posting from who knows where about who knows what !
It doesn't seem as dark as yesterday. There appears to be a light at the end of this tunnel. I'm hoping that it's not a train. As you can see, the road to the end of that tunnel is rocky. The first thing I have to do is tell my precious daughters that I have breast cancer.
It hasn't been that long since sharing the news with them that I had filed for divorce from their dad. That's earth shattering enough for a high-schooler and a middle-schooler. Their dad and I had been married for twenty-one years. This is not going to be easy to add one more crisis to their young lives.
My friend who was with me the day of my surgery, came to take me home from the hospital. Her husband was the pathologist who saw the cancer cells first. She took me to her house and I lay on her couch in the fetal position for about an hour. Her house was warm and cozy and I wanted to just sink into that couch and disappear between the cushions.
Her husband, Dr. B., came home and we discuss my plan for chemotherapy. The treatments will be done at the Cancer Care Center in Tulsa. Dr. B. had called Dr. S. earlier that day, and I was on his list of new patients. Just like that, I have a new doctor. An oncologist. That sounded so foreign to me. I have an oncologist.
For the next hour, I am scheduling appointments just like I would schedule a hair cut. Except these appointments would save my life. Dr. S. has already received the report and insists that I begin chemo immediately.
I am thinking that I need to recover from the surgery first, and then begin chemo.
"We can't wait," Dr. S. told me.
Well, that shook me to the core. "What do you mean...we can't wait?" I asked.
Because you have a very, very aggressive cancer and we must treat it aggressively, NOW !" he explained.
My first visit with Dr. S., my oncologist, was scheduled.
I pull myself up by my bootstraps, which was a damn hard thing to do because I wasn't wearing boots, go to my house, and with all the courage I could muster, share the news with my precious daughters. (Pulling myself up by my bootstraps was a phrase my dad had used during my childhoood. I had done it many times before, I could do it again.)
There have never been more brave little girls than my two daughters. Looking into their eyes that day, I knew I would beat this thing called cancer. They were on my side.
My Texas aunt drove up to be with me for my first appointment with Dr. S., my oncologist. This was just the first of many trips she would make to help push and pull me through this. My relationship with her has vascillated from being the big sister I never had, my mom many times when I was little... and big, and always a best friend. Now she was my chaperone, house cleaner, cook, car-pooler, nurse, and anybody else she needed to be.
We waited for Dr. S., my oncologist, to walk into the examining room TOGETHER...