Grrr and Brrr

It's still cold out and I don't want to go any where.

I am having a hard time because it seems like more people are dying. I know that sounds strange but it just seems like I'm being touched by death more than can possibly be normal.

I am finding that I don't deal with death all that well.

I don't like goodbyes.

I need a break from winter and snow and cold and dark days....................

Happy Shoes

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I'm wearing my happy shoes. I'm hoping they work. My sister is taking me to the casino and right now I'm feeling anything but lucky.

I bought these shoes for $15 after my feet swelled and I wanted to wear something other than flipflops to chemo. They have little rainbow stripes on them that are too cute for a 42 year old but just right for my inner brat. I thought I would have a ceremony and burn them to celebrate finishing chemo but it didn't quite turn out that way.

Rock on Happy Shoes.

Yum.

Cookies!

I made cookies.

I haven't made cookies in forever.

I finally feel like I am slowly taking back my life after giving it over to science these last 9 months.

Figures it starts with cookies.

Umm - I made Taco Dip too.....

Really I've heard of vitamins.

I just think they should happen to other people.

WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY

Well shut my mouth. I know I had been commenting on how winters seemed more wintery when I was young but this is getting out of control. I think I'm gonna really enjoy spring. I really really am.

I have new jammies.....

and I'm not afraid to use them.

I had bought some new pajamas when I started radiation in case I got so tired I needed to lay around. I am now discovering it doesn't take much for me to hop into jammies and roll into bed. In fact walking thru the front door after work pretty much does the trick.

If only it wasn't so friggin cold out there I just might have an easier time getting my butt out doing something. I have a gym membership that I haven't used yet. I don't really want a gym membership. I want some more new jammies. Maybe a new bathrobe too. It's like -10 out there.

In college I wrote an Ode to my Bed. I'm gonna jump under my fuzzy blanket and work on it some more.......

I'm not a drink Abby!!!!!!

My little g -the cutest little thing- got mad at his dog for trying to lick the drops of water off him after his bath. So he told her "I'm not a drink Abby!" I can picture his stern little face. Eyebrows crunched.

With all my many life changes lately - I think I know the feeling. That feeling that other people are expecting things from you that maybe aren't really you. Sometimes I want to just yell "I'm not ____________!" but I'm too polite and too old and not half as cute as he is...........