Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I'm sorry I'm late with this blog. The cat threw up in my bed last night and I spent quite some time cleaning it up. Then she started whining; I suspect it wasn't clean enough for her. I don't mind sleeping on wet sheets if it means a few minutes of peace and quiet!

Anyway, I was so tired I drove right past the dumpster with my garbage still in my trunk. So I got to work and have been looking for a dumpster. I hate to think what garbage smells like after it's been roasting in 103 degrees all day.

PS I found a dumpster but I'm not telling where!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I got my hair highlighted last Friday, and I feel a lot more like my old self. I didn't realize how much a part of personality a hair style could be. Don't get me wrong; I'm just grateful to have any hair. But it is nice to look more like I remember me!

I waited until after my first checkup because apparently they don't want people with some kinds of cancer to use hair color. But not the cancer I had, and......the reports were all good. I thought they would be, but just being at M.D. Anderson again and going through all the tests made me anxious. They even cancelled the tests on the second day.... unnecessary.

And to make it even better, I stopped at a shop on the way out of Houston, and they had just marked down their summer clothes 75 percent. What a day!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Tired from happiness

I really had trouble sleeping last week. My first checkup at M.D. Anderson was Tues & Wed....and everything was good! In fact, I was able to leave earlier than planned. Hurrah! Going back was more difficult than I had thought. Memories.

But that's not the reason I couldn't sleep. Wed, Thurs, & Friday nights I would just lie there thinking how pretty the moon was, how happy I was to have my kitty curled up at my feet, and how glad to have the luxury of worrying about a few extra pounds I had put on. Just happy.

But the next day I would be pooped. I hope you are tired from happiness also!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Big birthdays on the 4th

A guest post from Margaret. Yes, her birthday really is July 4!

Yippee! Despite terrorism, recession, arthritis and asthma, America and I celebrated our respective birthdays on July 4.

Although I am one year away from celebrating three-fourth of a century worth of birthdays, I remain grateful that my mother had the wisdom to give birth to her only child on a day that the entire nation observes.

July 4 is the quintessential American holiday, and it requires little effort to celebrate in style.

No presents to buy, no turkey to cook, no eggs to dye and no roses to send.
Fly an American flag, cook some wieners, cut a watermelon, light a Roman candle, and before you can say, "The British are coming," it’s a red, white and blue Fourth.

This year I celebrated with friends in Sun City where Pat was looking great after her long battle with cancer, and our hostess was gloriously happy in her new home.

Although I have received some great presents, the best gifts are seeing a good friend recover her health, another happy, children’s phone calls, grandchildren’s text messages, silly cards from far away friends, unexpected e-cards, and a Skype equipped laptop so I may see, as well as talk, to my loving husband as his job takes him around the world.

Each year, I also am grateful for the military men and women whose service and sacrifice have made it possible for all Americans to wake up on July 4 in the land of the free.