Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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Another day in paradise.

Chemo yesterday was tough.  They gave me a new anti-nausea drug that set my lady parts on fire.  Was not a comfortable hour.  Came home and was so glad that I had pre-cooked the chicken for the Mole’.  Just had to heat it up, make some spanish rice and beans, heat tortillas and dinner was done in under 20 minutes.  Monday night I baked an apple pie and cut up a watermelon and a brick of cheese for people to munch on if I’m feeling out of it.

After six years of this shit, I’m becoming, finally, more proactive.  Ordering my scripts ahead of time.  Pre-planning meals and having them cooked and ready.  Fresh sheets on the bed the morning of, just in case I want to lay down after (plus, clean sheet night is always a bonus).


I’m working today on getting some cards sent out to friends and relations that I think of often.  I love getting cards from people, so in turn, I love sending them.  I got one yesterday that was so special.  Several months ago, one of Joe’s cousins came in from Washington State for a visit.  While we were there her brother took a photo of us.  She sent me a copy and what a lovely photo it is.  We all look so grown up and wise.  We have all gone through so much in our young lives to create the strong, intelligent women standing there.


Finally found the graphics for my next tat.  Isn’t he impressive?  Now to find an artist who can do him justice. I think I’m going to pull some steaks out of the freezer for dinner.  Slice up some potatoes and make a vegetable and a salad and call it dinner.  Right now, I’m going to try to get my husband out for a walk and maybe get out of the house for a while. Have an amazing evening all.

It started with a question.

As we were changing sheets the other day, Joe looked at me and in all sincerity asked me, “honey, can  you fix a whole in this sheet?”  My first thought was “are you kidding me?”  I can’t remember the last time I “fixed” something.  Torn, stained or otherwise damaged items get tossed and replaced.  It’s way too easy to get on the internet and order a replacement and have it shipped to your door.

I used to fix things.  I was raised to fix things.  Sheets were a luxury and you kept them in good shape.  I remember spending hours in my parent’s basement ironing and starching  sheets and pillowcases.  Needle and thread tucked in to the end of the ironing board, just in case you found a hole.  Fix it immediately, was my mothers motto.  Frayed tuck points were whip stitched, hems checked and restitched.

I still remember how I got conned into doing all the ironing for the house.  Mom held a contest to see who could iron better between my sister and I.  Me, in my constant puppy dog eagerness to please, fell for it.  The winner would get a movie with popcorn alone with mom.  What a rare treat.  So, with mom leaning on the washer, cig in one hand, beer in the other, called start and the iron off began.  We each had to starch and iron a pillowcase so it would pass the old mans inspection.  Of course, I won.  I then got the honor of being the official ironer of the house.  Never did get that movie though.  Diane laughed her ass off at me.  She got rid of another crappy chore.  Yeah me.  I did get even though, I’m afraid of heights so she had to clean the gutters.  I had to do it more often, but hers was grosser.  It all worked out in the end.

So the question I’m faced with is, do I ditch the torn sheet set and turn them into rags and replace them or do I add them to the overflowing basket of “projects Brenda has every intention of finishing, but just can’t seem to find the time or energy for”.  You know, the someday pile.  I’m pretty sure I’ll go with the first option.  I have lots of sheets, not so much time.

Speaking of working, I’ve been busting it all day getting my back yard ready for summer.  I figure the more I do now, the less I have to catch up on later.  I know I’m probably over doing it, but I’m getting shit done that I’ve wanted to do for a long time and as long as I have the energy to do it today I’m getting it done.  Got all my flowers in pots, just put in a few veggies this year since they never produce for me anyway.  Flowers I can grow, veggies, not so much.  I also ripped down the vines that were choking out my Japanese maple.  Poor little thing was more green than red.  Got to take my loppers to the neighbors trees that overhang my fence.  They let a bunch of “weed trees” grow wild on their side of the fence and I have to contend with them every year.  These things grow like a foot a week, if you cut them down, they will just send out another shoot.  Dig them up and they come back.  I hate these farking things.

OK, I’m back off to work.  Not much more to do.  Just the roses and the side fence.  All the big stuff has been tackled.

Have a blessed day everyone.

Oh and for JV, here’s my yard.  These shots show it in mid-chaos.  I’ll post more tomorrow of the “finished work.

The yard


My flower garden

The pool



I can tell it’s getting to be Tuesday again

Every third Tuesday I get to drive in for them to dump poison in my veins to counteract the farking little cancer bullies that are racing around kicking the shit out of my Red and white blood cells.  My last platelet count was down to 450.  Not so very good.  But I’m working on it.  Lots of red beats and green beans and red cabbage.

Made a really good dish in the crock pot the other day.  Joe has been eating it for days, and I haven’t had to cook.  Basically you drain a package of sauerkraut and rinse well with water.  Place kraut in a hot pan with melted butter to brown it a little.  Remove Kraut to the crock pot.  Cook down two packages of mushrooms and one med onion till just tender.  Mix it in with the kraut.  Open 2/3 cans of whole potatoes and toss those in there.  About a palm full of caraway seed and you are set.  Mix everything throughly, add a 1/2 cup of water and set aside.  Open a package of country ribs and rinse, pat dry.  Season with Mrs. Dash.  Heat oil in a pan till just sizzling.  Carefully place the ribs in the pan and brown them on each side.  When ribs are brown, put on top of the kraut mixture, cover and put in fridge overnight.

In the morning, slice 1-2 apples and spread them over the pork.  Put the crock pot on high for 4 hours then drop to low for another 3.  Do not lift cover.

The pork fell off the bone and the kraut was wonderful with the flavors of the mushrooms and caraway seed.  I think that cooking really great food is an art and I just haven’t been very artistic in the past few years.  But, spring is here.  DH is home and he is feeding me energy just by being home and doing his “guy stuff”.  I am noticing that my backyard things are slowly appearing from wherever they were stashed for the winter.  I need to start bring my own stuff up, but have to wait till the pool cover get’s removed.  My stuff get’s in the way of the big tarp.

I think I’ll make some flour tortillas for breakfast tomorrow.  A little chorizo and eggs and potatoes.  Make Joe happy.  Then tomorrow the church debate will continue.  Oh well, if life wasn’t a constant series of challenges we’d have a shitload of Homer Simpsons to deal with.

Think of me on Tuesday.

There was a smell in my kitchen this morning

Not a particularly foul smell, just an unpleasant odor that I knew would drive me nuts until I located it.

First thing, cleaned the refrigerator, wiped down shelves and drawers, found nothing.  On to the garbage cans.  Emptied them both and still couldn’t find the smell.   Ran the dishwasher with white vinegar to kill odors and used some Ping in the disposal.  The smell still remained.

After a short coffee break, I tackled the cupboards thinking that something might have been put in one on accident.  Two hours later, I found a ton of stuff I’d been looking for, my shelves are organized, but still can’t locate the smell.

So I turn to the pantry.  The haven of the boxed, bagged and canned goods.  The paper products and the baking supplies.  I can’t imagine what could be in there, but it’s the last place to look and I’m getting frustrated.  So into the pantry I tear.  Top two shelves, straightened, wiped and no smells.  Third shelf, found a suspicious box of raisins, but don’t think this is it.  Shelves four and five contain canned goods and instant mashed potatoes, but no smell.

The last shelf, I knew, was also going to yield not much of a “smellable” nature.  Mostly kitchen tools that don’t get used much like slicers and mixers.  Got the shelf out and cleaned, as I bent down to line the shelf back up on the rollers, I found the smell.  A rotten potato had fallen all the way to the bottom of the pantry and below the bottom drawer.  That smell alone is enough to make me not eat a potato for quite a while.

I guess I have to look on the bright side.  I’ve gotten my spring cleaning done in the kitchen already.  I wiped everything down, so I’m ahead of the game.

OK, I’m off to try to sleep again.  I’ve been up reading for the past 2.5 hours and thought I’d check my e-mails.  I so hate not being able to sleep.

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