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The Neighborhood Crazy Lady

You know how every neighborhood has a crazy person?  I think I may have accidentally just sealed my fate. 

Here's the thing.  I'm really sick.  I don't think I have bronchitis.  I think it is pneumonia.  There is absolutely no other reason why I should want to remove one portion of my lung with a chef's knife.  It feels like it did when I had pneumonia over the summer.

Here's the other thing.  I'm really bored.  I can't think to do any work at home.  (And I assure you that no client wants me working on their stuff right now in my present state of mind.)  I have Facebooked.  I have tweeted.  I have done every possible thing I can to amuse myself online.  I hate daytime tv.

I wanted the mail.  I weighed my options.  It is sort of drizzling, so I figured no one would be out and about, plus it was 4:40, so most people would still be at work, so I could go unnoticed. 

Accordingly, I went outside wearing the following:  Brian's navy hoodie that says Hawaii.  An old navy moot court tshirt.  No bra, so my boobs are down by my waist.  Black track pants with bright red stripes down the side.  They come to about mid-calf.  Since I've had them FOREVER, the seam is gone on the one side, so strings are probably hanging down my leg.  I can't be bothered to check.  I am wearing gray socks with bright pink and green leopard spots.  To complete the look, I put on a pair of claks that made the socks quite visible. 

When I went outside, I remembered that I don't like getting my glasses wet, so I pulled the hoodie up.  So now I look extra crazy.  I had to walk extra slow because I can't breathe really well.  Of course, three neighbors in the damn cul de sac had to leave their houses while I was on my walk and saw me looking like that.  One of them was loading his vehicle with luggage so he got repeat views. 

Know what I got?  Cooks Illustrated.  Totally worth the trip.  I really hope someone nominates me for What Not to Wear based on this situation.  I believe that self-diagnosed pneumonia can be blamed.

Just for the record, here are my socks.

 

Bronchitis is lame

I have bronchitis for the millionth time due to my lack of respectable immune system.  When I attempt to sleep, I can't exhale properly and it feels like I am choking.  So I am awake.  Here's the more pressing issue:

How in the hell have I taken the following and I am still awake:  1 mg klonipin, 25 mg Celexa, 50 mg Topimax (earlier in the evening); (then at bedtime) 10 mg ambien, 37/2.5 Tramadol, 75 mg Nortriptylene, 1 Tylenol PM and a dose of the good Rx cough syrup. 

And here I am.  Type type typing away.  Coherently. 

Bronchitis, you suck.  I can type, but I cannot speak, lay down or move quickly.  I hate you.  More than Glenn Beck.  So suck it.

Facebook, Bra Colors and Breast Cancer Awareness

If you are on FB, you may have recently posted your bra color as your status update as part of a breast cancer awareness initiative.  You may not have if you are a guy.  Or, like some women, you may have taken some offense to the idea of taking part in the breast cancer awareness activity.

A couple of days after I posted my color (black, it's almost always black), I saw a couple of articles that wrote about the entire campaign with disdain.  The one article that I remember talked about the idea of more breast cancer awareness as offensive because there are so many other types of cancer.  I am certainly aware of this.  I have intense fear of bladder cancer because my father worked at chemical plant for more than thirty years. 

Here's the thing, I'm proud to promote breast cancer awareness.  I'm proud to wear my old Widener Women's Law Caucus tshirt that says Check 'Em Out.  I am not trying to belittle awareness of other cancers or diseases. 

I believe there is a reason to raise awareness of breast cancer.  Breast cancer needs to be in your face.  Breast cancer, if detected early enough, can be a much easier fight than if it is detected later.  If we keep awareness up and in people's faces, people may go home (and I'll admit that I did) and do a self exam that night.  They might talk to their doctor about doing their mammogram.  Awareness leads to detection.  There is no way in hell that I am ever going to stop preaching awareness because there are other types of diseases that don't get an equal voice. 

This is a disease that my maternal grandmother had.  I have ginormous boobs and I had issues that sent me to a breast specialist when I was 19.  You better believe that I'm going be aware, stay aware and promote awareness.  If you don't want to participate in something, that's fine.  Block it out.  (Just like I've blocked Farmville, Mafia Wars, etc.)  It lasted for a day and a half and the Susan Komen Foundation was even moved by the outcome.  There was an impact from something so simple.  Even if it was just me - one woman who went home and remembered to do her self exam that night.  That's the importance of awareness.  

Now, what sort of status update can we come up with to remind women to get a pap smear each year and why it's important?

Elmo

This is the best picture ever of a laser-eyed Christmas cat.

 

Burn The Floor / Giselle Peacock is a Superstar

I know, I know.  It's been a while.  I'm up to something.  Many things.  Be patient.  Let's act like I update every day and you know all about what I've been doing.  It makes it easier, like I haven't been neglecting all six of you while I work on secret business.

Yesterday was Danielle's Big Adventure in New York City with Leslie.  Because the weather was abnormally cold, we wanted no involvement in the outdoors, so the big event was viewing "Burn the Floor."  Here are my thoughts, in list format, because I like lists.  (Have you already forgotten that about me??  Tsk tsk.)

1. Mary Murphy's hair, regardless of the speed of her movement and flinging her head around, always looks the same.  Waltz, jive, etc.
2. Maks and Kym are two of the foxiest people on earth.  Karina is a dumb whore. 
3. During the entire show, if Kym wasn't out, the primary dancer was a tiny firecracker whose name I didn't know.  Due to certain physical attributes, she was dubbed Tits.  Tits was on fire.  I would have broken my neck and pulled every muscle in my body if I attempted to do the things she did on stage.  Her high speed latin dancing was some of the best that I've ever seen.  Tits was absolutely mesmerizing.  At the end of the night, we learned that she was Giselle Peacock, which has to be the greatest name in the history of names.  Except, perhaps, for the last name Pennypowers. 
4. One of the other dancers looked a lot like someone I know.  Someone I will call Brrridget or Beth's Best Friend.  But only if Brrridget or Beth's Best Friend had a surgery to reduce certain assets of her own. 
5. I have always hated the rumba.  Now, I have learned that there are certain equations that are necessary to making the rumba work.  Quite simply, no television show has ever tried these in my presence.  First equation:  6 male dancers + 1 female dancer + 1 blindfold = 1 smokin' hot rumba.  Second equation:  Maks + Kym (in her bra and underwear with a big shirt over it) = 1 smokin' hot rumba.  Third equation:  Mary Murphy + some random guy + the waltz + over and over again = worse than the worst rumbas ever.

Now, click here.  Scroll down.  I'm pretty sure that you can pick out Giselle Peacock.  For those that know Brrridget or Beth's Best Friend, I think you can scroll down one more and see what you think. 

Burn the Floor is closing soon.  Really soon.  If you like dance, go.  It's a good time.  You can get a great deal on tickets.  Mine were buy one, get one.  The singers are also pretty amazing. 

Pop Culture Haiku: What I want from Glee in May 2010

Dear Mr. Schuester,
Hook up with Sue Sylvester
Just once during Sweeps.

We Went to Sedona

We went to Sedona last week.  There will be much more to tell.  For now, you can view the photos.  Go here.

Three of Many Who Deserve Recognition

I have a lot of stuff.  I've been working on downsizing.  I had some on eBay.  Other things, I pulled aside.  I couldn't believe how much had never been used.  Sigh.  It was all going to Goodwill.  Then I got to thinking.  It seemed like a fine time to send some treats to a few friends who do a whole lot of good for others. 

First, there's my friend Robin.  She's been mentioned both here and on my other blogs before.  Robin is an amazing mom and one of the hardest working people you will ever meet.  One of the things she works hardest at is treading lightly on the earth.  She has been an absolute inspiration to me in my quest to become more green.  Robin has raised three amazing and beautiful children who are full of spunk and joy.  There is a package on its way for Robin (and her daughter) to celebrate Robin and everything she does. 

Next, there's Kamira.  I've also written about her.  I absolutely heart Kamira.  I have known her since my freshman year of high school and I'm so glad that our paths reconnected through the magical world of FB.  Kamira has a job in the world of higher education that leads to some of the funniest stories I have ever heard.  Kamira faces challenges with the best attitude.  I love seeing her updates and I love hearing her stories.  And, frankly, I love commenting on her rack because I love when she laughs.  Kamira, there's a little something on the way for you too.

Finally, there's Tina.  Tina manages a salon in Delaware and owns her own business in the salon.  She is a beautiful person, inside and out.  (Okay, honestly, she's a total hottie.)  Recently, I was so impressed by her salon's activism on behalf of breast cancer research.  I wish I lived closer because I would have purchased tons of lip gloss!  Tina is a woman with tons of style and she has a treat coming that will reflect that, I hope. 

Who knows, maybe I will recognize you next.  Or perhaps this will inspire you to send a random treat to someone who adds to your life.  Thank you to Robin for your constant inspiration.  Thank you to Kamira for constantly bringing me joy.  Thank you to Tina for constantly making me smile and impressing me with your business activism.  Three inspiring women.  If you don't like anything in your boxes o' treats, pass 'em on to someone who will. 

That Former Cheerio

[As I skip Track 12 to the Glee Soundtrack, Volume 1]

Boy:  Why did you skip that?
Me:  I don't like Quinn Fabray.
Boy:  Did you just say that you don't like Quinn Fabray?
Me:  Yup.
Boy:  Sigh.  Why don't you like Quinn?
Me:  Because I don't.
Boy:  That's not a reason.  Why don't you like her?
Me:  Because Rachel's a better singer.
Boy:  But Rachel's a better singer than everybody.  That's the whole point.  I'm putting that song back on because I like the Supremes.
Me:  I still don't like Quinn Fabray.
Boy:  Well, Finn's voice is no prize either. 
Me:  No, I like Puck and Archie better.  And I like them both better than Quinn Fabray. 

Read This. I didn't make an ass out of myself this time.

I participated in an interview for this article.  I think the article is great and really informative.  The writer, Winnie Yu, did a fantastic job.  I'm happy to be included.