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.

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Day two


Day two after chemo is always hardest for me.  I’ve been a veg all day.  Just sleeping.  Got sick only twice today so that was a good thing.  I feel like I was thrown off a roof only to get hit by a runaway truck.

Hallowe’en was a blast.  I love seeing the little ones dressed up.  Even Oscar costumed up this year.

I tried to get him to stay in his Superman costume, but as you can tell, he did not like it at all.  He wouldn’t even look at me.  So we went back to last years and he was much happier.

He answered the door with me every time.  He never barked at anyone.  He let every single child that wanted to pet him, pet him.  He loved it.  The big ham loves being the center of attention.

The Gecko is healing nicely.  I’m not really happy with the colors yet.  I’m waiting for them to pop.  I really don’t want to have to recover it.  I’ll give it a week and see.  Anyone want to play “guess the body part”?

Changed over to flannel sheets yesterday.  How wonderful these things are.  So soft and warm.  Mom loves hers.  She’s never had flannel sheets before and she was all smiles this morning, she slept so good.  Gods know I didn’t want to get up this morning.  Tomorrow might be a stay in bed day.  After I give Oscar a bath.  The little monster smells like he rolled in something gross.  First thing in the morning he, and all his blankets and bedding get washed.  Why do dogs feel compelled to roll in every stink pile they come acrossed.

Wow, just caught myself staring into space and pondering selling the bows and arrows we have upstairs.  I have to list those tomorrow, should have done it a month ago.  I just want them out from under my bed.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you all my color board.  It’s my inspiration board for my beads.  Right now, I’m off to bed.  I keep rocking sideways.

Sleep well all.  I have a feeling it’s going to be a twelve-hour sleep for me.  ❤

What a wonderfully busy weekend


Saturday we had T & C over for dinner.  I made lasagna (frozen) and C brought salad and cheesy garlic bread.  We sat for several hours just talking and remembering and laughing.  It was a good night.

I started the Neurotin last night and I’m not saying it’s better, just different.  I was up and wandering the house at 4 this morning.  Fell back to sleep around 6 and slept till noon.  M and M came by today and we made homemade pizza’s then played cards.  It was great having company for the weekend.

So today I went out and did what any other self-respecting grandma would do on a cloudy day.  No, I did not do the big K.  I kept my tattoo appointment.  What an experience.  First I couldn’t find the place.  If you’ve ever driven through West Bloomfield during the day you know that the roads are nuts and the drivers even nuttier.  My trusty GPS sends me to an abandoned building in the middle of the biggest traffic snarl I’ve ever seen.  I’m kinda freaking out at this point.  I call the place and he’s all like, “yeah, GPS doesn’t work real well out here.  Too many cars.”  So he guides me in (I was two buildings away) and we get started.

Stencil

Very first ink (for this tat)

First Color

Getting ready to nap. Or at least meditate.

The finished piece

I’m so happy with it.  I can’t wait till it settles down and I can see the true colors.  I barely bled  on this one at all.  And I did catch a nap while he did the fill in.  I was comfortable.

It’s getting late and I’m getting tired.  I hope you all found at least three things to smile at today and at least two reasons to laugh out loud.  I know I did.

I have chemo tomorrow at 1:30.  Spare a thought, white light, or a prayer for me.

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.

Had a lovely visit from two parts of my heart


C stopped by with the kids and did so much to brighten my day.  They came up for the weekend so L could run in the Detroit marathon.  We were going to meet at a cider mill on Saturday and spend some time together, but Saturday dawned damp and cold so we passed on that and they went to C’s moms to spend the night.  Sunday morning it was so wonderful to see their smiling faces.  They brought me the most beautiful flowers to make me feel better, and I did.  Isla brought me pink mums just cause they were pink and she’s all about the pink.   Harp got me multi-colored poms, “Cause they have lots of colors, like your tattoo’s”.  When Isla was born I added two new tat’s to my collection.  Right over my heart are two stars.  One pink, one blue.  Neither have outlines because there are no boundaries as to where they will go, they are not shaped perfect because no-one is perfect and it should never be expected.  Perfection is an illusion anyway.  Anyway, I carry them with me everywhere.  I was so afraid I wouldn’t get to see them.  The house just rang with laughs and footsteps and giggles and shouts of “Gramma B where is…..”.  It’s funny, they never ask Joe where things are.

I’m afraid my hostessing skills have digressed in the past several years.  I guess when you get used to everyone doing for you, you forget that it’s your job in your home.  All I wanted to do was play with the kids.

Got Oscars paperwork in the mail today.  A certificate with a gold seal and a special tag that he gets to wear.  He is an official Therapy Dog.

Wow, just took a good stretch.  It’s been a week since I’ve been able to stretch my arms and shoulders.  That felt so good I think I go into the living room and have a good thorough muscle pulling stretch.  Get the blood moving and circulating.

Have a wonderful day everyone.

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.

Have aliens invaded our planet


Or is common courtesy making a comeback?

I’ve been not driving lately only because I get really nervous behind the wheel.  Kinda like an anxiety attack, but a milder version.  I just get shaky and overreact and am not comfortable with myself behind the wheel, so I don’t.  But, yesterday and today I had errands that had to be run, so I drove.  And people were polite.  Pausing to let me out into traffic, opening doors, saying please and thank you at the drive through.

It makes me happy to hear people being polite to each other.  I try to be polite whenever possible.  And when I know it’s impossible, I stay home.

When we were in St. Thomas, I almost got a tattoo.  The only reason I didn’t is because the artist whose work I liked the most made a disparaging comment about another tattoo artist.  I found it so rude that I left.  By the time I would have found anyone else, we had to get back to the ship.  Oh, but for a smarmy remark, I would have my gecko.

But it all works out in the end.  The lovely lady on Great Stirrup Cay gladly took my money with a smile and a boatload of compliments, calling me pretty and telling me how good I look in her creations.  She encouraged me to shop and compare.  I did and I went back to her to buy.  She was so nice.

I’m off to research crochet hats on ETSY.  Opening a new shop soon.

 

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