I know, its been a long while since I've posted the drama I call life, mostly because I've been living it instead of typing it.
My oncologist says I have to have surgery, I will believe him only because several others have said the same thing in the last seven months. Guess they know stuff. I just know I feel like hell, am getting a blubber gut and am so short fused I just may blow up before my surgery, which is on weds, 7/25. Do not expect one freaking peep outta me for at least two weeks, unless I am trying to get away from my mother, who is coming to take care of me. I'm kinda scared. for the family. lol
Worst case scenario, I will refuse chemo or radiation. I don't have to justify that decision to anyone for any reason. I live and I love every day that I am here, and for that I am eternally grateful.
Smile... I am :)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
RANTS
I know that this blog is mainly a venue to post my gripes and bitches, but I feel the need to express myself vehemently today.
1st : to the city of Philadelphia's traffic courts division, YOU SUCK. How can you fine and suspend a license of a person 16 years after a supposed incident, and in the same paragraph imply that I was making payments prior to this notice, when I have NEVER been cited for a DUI or a police investigation in my entire life? Also, in this same notice, there is no phone number provided to call to ask WTF a 6308 is (I know what it is now, but they changed the coding @ penndot about a year ago, no one knows what it was in 1991). I must physically go there to ask some inept public servant, after waiting 4 hours to be called to the desk, after sitting in traffic for 2 hours on the Schuylkill expressway during rush hour, after paying $18 an hour to park my hybrid, for something I damn well KNOW isn't my fine to begin with. Maybe replying to the 3 e-mails I sent would pacify me, but I doubt it.
2Nd: To the pokey S.O.B.'s who travel at 40 mph on highways that are posted 55, with few and far between passing zones, the gas pedal is on the right side. USE IT or pull over! I hope ya 'll don't fuck like you drive (slow and sloppy). Take side roads if you want to sight see, whatever, just GTF outta my way so I can be on time for my appointments. Thank you.
3rd: Husband, I love you, but SHUT UP for 5 minutes, please! My ears are almost bleeding by the time you fall asleep in your man chair. I am only one woman, and I find myself being spread very thinly over our entire family, all while trying to stay alive via treatments that I don't get to pick and choose the schedule for. I didn't go to the cancer patch and request anything, it just happened, so deal with it like a freaking grown up. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. I still love you, even if you act like an ass.
Okay, I feel better now, sorta. Mostly it's that I know all of the above will never read this, and that does detract from my general happiness.
On a side note, The Hotel is foundering, (please note the smirk on my face) due to Mr Cheese's inability to be a professional, EVERYONE has left, with the exception of heroin/ex con girl, and she's to stupid to know when she's being ill treated. Even the Linebacker knew it was time to leave, which is saying something about the disbanding of The Clique. But since he sees it as the world being "out to get him", he will never admit to his short comings. Enjoy, Dickhead. :)
Anyone have a rant to share to make mine look minute? please, I need a share bear (Mrs H!).
1st : to the city of Philadelphia's traffic courts division, YOU SUCK. How can you fine and suspend a license of a person 16 years after a supposed incident, and in the same paragraph imply that I was making payments prior to this notice, when I have NEVER been cited for a DUI or a police investigation in my entire life? Also, in this same notice, there is no phone number provided to call to ask WTF a 6308 is (I know what it is now, but they changed the coding @ penndot about a year ago, no one knows what it was in 1991). I must physically go there to ask some inept public servant, after waiting 4 hours to be called to the desk, after sitting in traffic for 2 hours on the Schuylkill expressway during rush hour, after paying $18 an hour to park my hybrid, for something I damn well KNOW isn't my fine to begin with. Maybe replying to the 3 e-mails I sent would pacify me, but I doubt it.
2Nd: To the pokey S.O.B.'s who travel at 40 mph on highways that are posted 55, with few and far between passing zones, the gas pedal is on the right side. USE IT or pull over! I hope ya 'll don't fuck like you drive (slow and sloppy). Take side roads if you want to sight see, whatever, just GTF outta my way so I can be on time for my appointments. Thank you.
3rd: Husband, I love you, but SHUT UP for 5 minutes, please! My ears are almost bleeding by the time you fall asleep in your man chair. I am only one woman, and I find myself being spread very thinly over our entire family, all while trying to stay alive via treatments that I don't get to pick and choose the schedule for. I didn't go to the cancer patch and request anything, it just happened, so deal with it like a freaking grown up. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. I still love you, even if you act like an ass.
Okay, I feel better now, sorta. Mostly it's that I know all of the above will never read this, and that does detract from my general happiness.
On a side note, The Hotel is foundering, (please note the smirk on my face) due to Mr Cheese's inability to be a professional, EVERYONE has left, with the exception of heroin/ex con girl, and she's to stupid to know when she's being ill treated. Even the Linebacker knew it was time to leave, which is saying something about the disbanding of The Clique. But since he sees it as the world being "out to get him", he will never admit to his short comings. Enjoy, Dickhead. :)
Anyone have a rant to share to make mine look minute? please, I need a share bear (Mrs H!).
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
the past week in breif:
Thursday 5/3 got Tucker back, Mrs H quit the Hotel & got new employment at a higher grade establishment.
Friday 5/4 , played all day with dogs
Saturday 5/5: cleaned Beasley's house and then played with dogs and looked for new cars. Buying a hybrid :)
later Saturday, broke second to smallest toe on my right foot playing ball with the dogs. ouch.
Sunday spent quality time with the familia detailing the car & truck, then went to the grocery store, where we got robbed while shopping. its ok, the cops caught them BEFORE we even called 911!!! got everything back by Monday.
Monday 5/7: broke big toe on left foot walking up the stairs with laundry, while being "guided" by 5 dogs. more ouch.
I figure I have 8 more toes so we haven't stopped playing....YET!
Friday 5/4 , played all day with dogs
Saturday 5/5: cleaned Beasley's house and then played with dogs and looked for new cars. Buying a hybrid :)
later Saturday, broke second to smallest toe on my right foot playing ball with the dogs. ouch.
Sunday spent quality time with the familia detailing the car & truck, then went to the grocery store, where we got robbed while shopping. its ok, the cops caught them BEFORE we even called 911!!! got everything back by Monday.
Monday 5/7: broke big toe on left foot walking up the stairs with laundry, while being "guided" by 5 dogs. more ouch.
I figure I have 8 more toes so we haven't stopped playing....YET!
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