My day of Poop.

Today is Monday. The only thing on my to-do list was an 11:15 dentist appointment.

I slept horribly last night. My sinuses are constantly draining and last night was terrible. I woke up every few minutes to cough. I am very glad I have the appointment with an ENT in a couple of weeks.

We have been watching the beagle like a hawk trying to make sure she is getting outside enough. She is very timid and she was never really housebroken. We’ve had a couple of accidents in the condo but not too horrible. This morning when I finally got out of bed, very cranky from my lack of sleep,  I could smell dog poo. I got up made my coffee, and went back to bed trying not to look. After 30 minutes I finally got up and looked. No obvious mess, then I thought maybe Corey had cleaned it up already? As my eyes started to focus better I realized the floor looked dirty. Upon closer inspection I started noticing lots of tiny little smears..lots of them. Okay, something happened. Maybe she was scooting along, as dogs do? Then I started noticing it was in a line from the back door, to the kitchen, to the bedroom, up the stairs! I’m thinking perhaps Mr. Murray is to blame, not the beagle. So floor washing commenced at 9am.

AND after listening to my Dental Hygienist tell me how excellent my tooth care is then then tell me I have another tiny little cavity. I hate having weak teeth.

And I have had to change my shirt three times because I keep spilling stuff on myself!

Okay, one more story….

Driving down the road on Saturday and in the lane to the right of us is an older model white van. You know the kind with bench seats and windows frequently driven by churches and youth groups? This one was no exception. Two adults in the front seat and a passel of kids in the back, I can just barely see them through the tinted windows. The windows are the tilt out open at the bottom kind and I see this little hand come out, and then flip me off! It made me laugh. So everytime we ended up parallel he would do it again. So I pull out my cell phone and aim it at the kid, and you know the moment he has that kid guilt and realization that I am taking his picture because that hand flies back inside so fast! OMG! I was laughing so hard. The drivers of the van probably thought I was crazy.


Three days in.

Well, moving day was Tuesday. It was our first night of sleeping in our new home. We have been here for three nights. It definitely feels like home. I am very happy.

I have approximately 1007 boxes still in the garage that I am saving for my housewarming party. Everyone will be required to bring in a box, unpack it, find an actual place to fit all of the garbage that’s in the box, break down the box, put it back in the garage and then they may have a glass of wine.

I do not want to unpack anything else because right now the condo is perfectly uncluttered. it’s also very undecorated and will probably stay that way for awhile.

We did not bring our desk or our dining table so there will be an IKEA trip this weekend. We will also stop at Trader Joes to pick up a couple dozen bottles of the aforementioned wine.

I am happy.


What a strange day yesterday

It feels like two separate days because it was so long and I was so tired.

As you all know from my flurry of pictures on Facebook my floor were basically finished at the new home. I swept all of the first floor and then steam mopped the entire thing. It took a long time! My little o’cedar static cloth fake roomba is going to be running an awful lot. I really hope the cat gets over his fear of it.
Then my sister and I had plans to go to Spoken Word Toledo at 7:30. It’s a storyteller event. There is a theme, last night’s was embarrassment, and there are guest speakers who stand up and tell a story. Audience members are also encouraged to put their names in a basket and are randomly pulled to stand up and tell their stories as well.
So my sister came to my house first and gave me lovely birthday gifts, a beautiful bird bath  for my new place as well as a lovely scarf and earrings.

Insert beautiful picture here in your mind since WP won’t let me upload pictures today.

When we got there I got a glass of wine because I needed to take a pill for my neuropathy. Honestly we mostly spent the first half catching up because we haven’t talked much lately. During intermission we were discussing the fact that neither one of us had been able to remember an embarrassing story and suddenly my sister remembered one of hers and told me it, then she told me another one which made me remember one. On a whim I ran out and put my name in the basket. I was laughing because the guy who emcees, Ryan Bunch, was coming back in and I caught him in the hallway and he helped me but I told him, don’t pick me!

Insert beautiful picture here in your mind since WP won’t let me upload pictures today.
So after about five picks and funny stories he comes to Erin to pick the next random name out of the basket, and I knew it was going to happen and yup, she picked my name.
Did I ever tell you about my terrible stage fright? It’s real. When I am in front of people or on camera my brain just goes blank.
So after some swearing (by me) I got up on the stage, up to the Mic and told my story. I really don’t remember what I said, it was a blur and felt like it took 30 seconds. I only remember looking up at the audience and thinking it looked like a scene from a movie. All I could see was white light with some blurry faces behind it, just like a movie that shows someone on stage being terrified and seeing the audience. ~before you ask, I cannot tell you the story because it involves more than me. I could tell it there because no one knew me or the people I was talking about. But then. OMG guys, I won! We didn’t know there were prizes, and had forgotten there were even rewards! It was crazy. My first place gift bag had a couple of great gift certificates, including to my favorite coffee shop to walk to with katy my lovely daughter, and a nice spa! Also some fun Toledo stuff and hair products of all things.

So today I am still basking in the glow of working through a fear and then being rewarded for it, and the added bonus of making so many people laugh!

Thanks for am amazing night Erin!


big mouth

There are a couple of situations that I have taught myself to go out of my comfort zone when I am in them. One if them is when I am told by someone that they don’t like, don’t trust or are uncomfortable with their oncologist. It’s a situation that I am familiar with and that I truly believe would have killed me if i hadn’t changed.
When I find someone in that situation I will stop and force them to listen to my story, and then I will give them my contact information and strongly encourage them to consider changing doctors.
I did it to someone I barely know last month and she stopped me yesterday to tell me that she not only changed doctors, she changed to my doctor (That part I had heard from someone else) and he had found additional cancer that her previous doctors had not seen on her scans. I had not heard that! I will most likely see her next time I am at chemo because she is currently in treatment at the same place.
I cannot tell you how happy that made me. I really can’t describe it.