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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Visits from friends, spiffy new tat and room with a view.


It’s been an amazing week so far.  The bedroom is shaping up nicely.  Got the two coats of primer up and the room looks like a different place already.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  The sunlight coming through the windows is beautiful hitting the white primer.  So different from that dingy, unfinished space that was there before.  Primer coat is complete, ceiling is done with two coats of ceiling white (I wanted to use fairy silver, but Joe didn’t like it, so white it is).  I can’t wait to start putting the green on the walls.  It’s going to be so bright and vibrant.  I’m really thinking of doing the trim work in yellow, but that might be too much with two doors and two windows.  I’m talking lemon yellow here, to accent the bright green of the walls.

The other day we got a visit from Tio and Mary.  They brought me over a box

of beautiful teacups and saucers that had belonged to their daughter L.  L passed suddenly last year and we all miss her terribly.  I’m going to have to find a place to display them properly.  Aren’t they amazing?  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  I, of course, had to show her my china tea set. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  Mine are Faerie sized.  It am touched that she thought of me for the tea cups though.  They are such special friends.

Back in  October, I got my latest tattoo.  My gecko.  You may have noticed that he kind of disappeared from conversation.  That’s because when I was in the hospital last, my blood infection spread to my tattoo and turned it gross.  The head broke off in four places, the front foot slid under the belly of the beastie, most of the colors faded to shades I’m not sure of.  It ended up looking like this.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  Yesterday, Joe took me back to Chroma Tattoo where I had it done the first time.  Jason rocked.  He took one look and said he could fix it and fix it he did.  It looks amazing again.  I’m not jinxing it by showing it early again.  Once it heals, I’ll show it.  Joe was so impressed with Jason’s room in the studio that he actually offered Jason “Joe Bacon”. “Joe Bacon” is a mounted boars head that we have had around the house forever.  Joe got it at a garage sale somewhere and hung it in our old house.  In this house, there is no room for an ugly ass boar head so he get’s moved from room to room.  I’ve threatened to throw him out several times.  Joe and Jason hit it off and Joe offered it to Jason and now it’s gone from my home forever.  I hope he gets tons of attention where he’s at, he sure didn’t get it here.

I’m about a quarter of the way through the dollhouse.  Not far enought yet to take pictures, just far enough to start being confused by the instructions.

Have a great day everyone.  I’m off to take a nap.  Mom is watching her “programs” for the afternoon and I’m barely keeping the peepers open.

It’s been a long day


It’s only 11:00 in the morning and I’m beat.  Spent the last two days cleaning out an apartment.  I have a really hard time understanding how someone can move into a perfectly clean apartment and in one year make it so dirty that I’m disgusted by it.

How can you live for a year and never clean your floors, toilet or tub?  Does it thrill you to know that I have to scrub your boyfriends piddle off the toilet and the floor?  The tub was so dirty but  you could tell took a lot of baths by the layers of rings around the tub.  (Eeeewwww Totally gross to take a bath in a dirty tub)

And really, did you actually eat in the kitchen next to the overflowing litter box? I know it was overfull a lot because of the mess on the floor.  And those hanging things in the corners of your ceiling are called cobwebs.  If you don’t wipe them down occasionally they get coated with your cigarette smoke and get nasty.  BTW, the smoking thing, this is a non-smoking apartment, did you think I wouldn’t smell the stink when I walked in?  And you have the nerve to ask for a refund?  Bitch, take a reality check.  I’m the one that’s going to have to spend two days just cleaning up what you left behind.  So glad you broke your lease.  Kiss my ass.

Now that that’s out, as you can probably tell, I’ve not had a good ending to the week.

My neurologist put me on Lyrica and what a difference.  The pain in my back has gone from a 9 to a 3.  3 is livable, 9 is torture.  The only problem that I have is that is makes me jumpy and almost manic.  So we are going back to Neurotin.

I want to share some photo’s of Oscar that I took this week.  He’s such a ham.

I think I’m off now to take a nap.  Have a wonderful day all.

Whoops, I’ve got to share with you.  I’m getting my newest tattoo on Monday.  I can’t wait.

So much going on that sharing is scary.


Went to a rehabilitation therapist today for the arthritis in my back.  He is now ordering an MRI to be done of my spine due to the increasing neuropathy in my right arm.  It’s to the point now where I feel nothing in my thumb and only some in my index and middle fingers.  My arm falls asleep at a moments notice.   My right hand will start to shake uncontrollably and I’m starting to drop things.  I have to admit this to everyone otherwise I will keep pretending that everything is fine.  I can’t anymore.

I’m glad I spin my mandrels with my left hand and apply glass with my right.  I can set a glass rod down till feeling comes back, can’t set a hot bead down “for a minute”.

OK so I got a very painful steroid/lidocaine shot in my back to hold me over till he can determine if an epidural is necessary or if there is anything else he can do.  So I’m scheduled for an M.R.I and a C.T. scan next Monday (gonna need a pill for this one).  Then I see a neurologist on the 25th, then back to this RT that I saw today to see what’s going on.  So till the middle of next month it’s one test after another and the hurry up and wait game.  I hate that game.

Meanwhile I’m keeping myself busy.  Tonight Oscar and I go for his first testing as a therapy dog.  There is an entire checklist that he has to go through.  I hope he does well.  Then Saturday it’s out to Brighton for torch time for the BOC, Sunday is a guild meeting in the afternoon.  Then I need to get busy making beads for the bead bonanza in October.  Phew, when I jump back into life, I don’t fool around.

I’m off for an afternoon nap to let this shot take effect.  Hugs to everyone.

It’s been a busy bird day at Brenda’s Buffet


All the birdies came out to play, Brenda filled her bird buffet.  From pine nuts to millet, black oil to Suet.  Meal worms, grape jelly and Orange slices kept everyone happy.  I think the rain helped because I’ve never had that many birds in my shrubs just singing and chirping away.  Others waited patiently for the bird baths and the feeder ports.  I still have one red finch that I’m trying to get a photo of, but it takes off every time I move even a little.  I’ll have to set up a blind like last year, till they get used to me again.  I’m sure I smell way different from last year.

 

Running  through the perennials at lightning speed this year.  Can’t keep anything alive in this heat.  It was 103 here today.  Anyway, we has a couple of good rains last night and today so I’m anxious to see what kind of fungus has sprouted overnight.  I think I’ll take Oscar in the morning to hunt mushrooms.

Did get a pretty vessel done today using a tutorial from a class I took in 2005.  Back when my life had a plan and no plan at all.  Turned out better than I thought it would.

Same Vessel, different side

The Sedona Vessel

 

I hope everyone’s kiln creations rock socks tomorrow.   I’m going to try this again and see what results I get.  Not really liking the pitting.  Hopefully tomorrow while Joe is gone I can get some stuff done.  I’m going to try to list some spacers in my ETSY shop tonite, before bed.

Sleep well my friends.  Smell the lavender, hear the ocean crashing against the shore.  The repetitive creak of the ceiling fan just stirring enough wind to create a breeze.  One rum punch and I’m out like a light.  Sleep well.

 

Having a really bad day


My reaction chemo this time is swift and furious.  Had chemo Tuesday and today I’ve done nothing but sleep, sweat and throw up in that order.  Even the top of my head is sweating.  But I’m also bone cold.  Usually I either sweat or chill, not often I do both at once.  

Joe and mom have been wonderful.  By the time I woke up this morning, Joe had started laundry and emptied the dishwasher.  While I took my nap, mom finished the laundry and ran the vacuum throughout the house.  I’m so blessed to have such caring and helpful people in my life.

I really want to go to Bead and Button with Karen this weekend.  It would be an absolute blast.  I’m just not sure how I’ll feel.  Every chemo session produces different results.  I never know what to expect.  Gives new meaning to the term “living on the edge”.

Anyone remember the old canister vacuums with the exhaust hole in them.  We used to take the bag out, plug the hose into the exhaust and used it to blow leaves off the porch.  Vacuums don’t have that exhaust anymore.  I wonder why?  

I’m off for a warm blanket and a long nap.  Keep the faith everyone.

Here for the amusement of the Gods


I swear that’s all I’m here for anymore.  To keep them entertained.  They gave me four wonderful days last week.  Then struck me down this week with three days of sleeping and feeling all around crappy.  I’m so cold right now.  Deep into the bone cold.  The kind of cold that only chemo patients know.

Nothing in the house is getting done.  The laundry is piling up, Joe ran the vacuum today for me.  I didn’t even wake up till 11:30 this morning and have slept all day in my chair.  I’d rather sleep in the bed, but then Oscar couldn’t snuggle with me.  I do wish he was less Jack Russell and more Chi in the way he cuddles.  It has to be on his terms.  He’d rather sit alone on the stairs than to spend time with humans.  When he needs us, he knows where we are.  There are days when I really miss Mo.  Sure he was a nippy little shit, but he loved me.  He was a cuddle bum.  Anywhere, anytime.  If you sat down, he was in your lap, smiling like he’d just won the Irish lottery.  If I wouldn’t have been so sick at the time, I would have fought harder to keep him.  At the time, I felt that I had done all I could, I knew he was a great little dog for the right people.  I just can’t stand the fact that after a year, he is still in a foster home waiting adoption.  About once a month I check and my heart tears a little more when I see he’s still out there, waiting for a forever home.   I should have kept him.  I’m such a dumbass sometimes.

Well, I can tell I’m not feeling well.  I’m getting all maudlin about a dog I gave up, but man, I still miss that little face.

I think I’m going to get some toast and jam then take a hot bath.  I’m almost ready to call it a night (day/night).  My spine hurts so bad.  I sit with tears running down my face most days.  I can’t stop them.  I just deal with them.

Good night everyone, may the stars shine down brightly wherever you are.

B

I had a feeling this feeling wouldn’t feel good for long.


Since last Thursday I have been infused with energy and positive thinking.  I’ve tackled the jungle in the backyard.  Joe has worked tirelessly to get the pool up and running.  The new pool furnace works so good.   It feels so good to dive in and not feel that polar chill that used to turn the outside of your lips blue.

It is so efficient that I’m kicking myself for not getting one sooner.  All that money wasted.  I’m debating on whether to have him put the solar cover on for overnight to keep the warm water warm.  Need to surf a little and get some answers.

Other than getting things accomplished around the house and yard, I have been feeling great.  I hit 120 lbs this weekend.  I haven’t thrown up in three days (except this morning).  Tons of energy, no naps, eating like a pro.

Today, not so much.  Kinda pooped out today.  It’s a good day to torch I’m thinking.

Had the most beautiful visitor both yesterday and today.  Today though he stood long enough for me to take many photo’s of him.   

He’s the first Oriole I’ve seen here in Michigan.  I’m going to have to get him his own feeder.  I don’t think the holes on the hummer feeder are big enough for him.

I’m off to take a nap.  I should go run errands, but the juice is not there.  Let’s see, torch, run errands or nap.  I think I’ll nap, then torch and save the errands for tomorrow.

I hope everyone had an incredible weekend.  It was hot enough to peel paint here, but we made do.  Threw a couple of slabs of ribs on the BBQ and let them cook low and slow for about 4.5 hours.  They were so good.

Keep positive thoughts flowing.

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