Rambling

Don't you just love my rambling posts.....

My hair is brown! What in the world made me think it would grow back blonde? As soon as this fuzz fills in, I'm heading straight to the salon.... or maybe I should be brown for awhile and see what it's like on the other side....

Today is the day they're putting my story on the air and in the newsletter. Have you set up your DVR to record 9News at 4:00 pm?

I come from a long line of stubborn women. I think I may have inherited some of those genes.

I'm sad to say that I don't think we're going to be able to do the Mexico trip in June. Having cancer is expensive, not to mention, it seems like there's a surge in violence there and I can't put my family at risk. Other ideas are being considered at this point. Perhaps we'll pull the camper to the nearest beach-like location and stay there for a while.

I'm starting to "train" for a triathlon that isn't happening for another nine months. And by "train" I mean going to the gym and walking on the treadmill for 30 minutes. I'm so hardcore.

Tall, skinny mocha latte. It needs no more words.

Rambling

I'm getting hair! My hair is growing in! YAAAAY..... Peach fuzz! It's a little blonde and a little brown and a lot splotchy. I'm also getting more color in my face. I've been so pale and pasty looking, it's nice to start seeing little bits of "Susan" coming back.

I finally got the JP drain out yesterday. Holy Pain, Batman. That HURT! She dabbed a little alcohol on the spot, said "take a deep breath" and proceeded to pull out a 6 inch long hard plastic thing that had been up in my side/arm pit area OUUUUUCCCHH! I'm embarrassed to say that I loudly expelled a few cuss words. Thank goodness THAT is over with. In other news, my surgery area is healing nicely. The girls are lopsided and probably will be until I do something about it. Oh well.

My 2-year old is... well.... 2. My first 2-year old was hard in a constantly-mildly-challenging kind of way. My second 2-year old is trending to be extra challenging in a sporatic kind of way. Boy, does he get MAD. I miss my sweet, always-happy, little baby. :(

My 4-year old is spazzy, but oh-so fun and funny. Yesterday he told me that he has hooked up special wires to his head so he can record the dreams he likes (to watch later) and he takes the wires off when he has dreams he doesn't like (so he never has to see them again).

I really, really need to make some money. Cancer is expeeeeennnnsive! I've decided to start my own marketing "consulting" (social media implementation, event management, etc) gig to hopefully make some cash on the side. Know a small business who needs to get things done? Please send them to me! www.Get-Susan.com.

I meet with the radiologist on Monday and will start radiation shortly thereafter. I'm so happy things are moving quickly. I haven't realized how bad I've felt until the past couple of days (because I've been feeling GREAT!)

More Rambling.

I like to ramble and ramble.

I wake up in the middle of the night stressing about how poorly my children eat. Here's my dilemma: Z is the pickiest eater on the planet with a preferred diet of pancakes, pasta and juice. I offer him something "healthy" for most meals and make him eat at least one bite. I realize this really does nothing for his overall health, but at least I'm trying. C, on the other hand, is more likely to eat curry, salsa, and salad (ok, lettuce dipped in honey mustard) but will ONLY eat an average of six bites per meal. How am I possibly going to have the smartest, most athletic children in school if I can't get them to eat properly?!? It's stressful.

Now that I'm done with chemo my hair is supposed to start growing back - yay! BUT, that means I'll need to start shaving my legs again - boo!

I read a lot of articles about breast cancer last night and I think my life is never going to be the same again. Not that this is a bad thing, just.... and I think I've mentioned this before... losing your youthful innocence is a bummer. And, on that note, I'm a little concerned about the fact that I'm going to take a seemingly highly toxic drug called Tamoxifen for the next five years. FIVE YEARS. Ugh!

I have a hard time purchasing presents then keeping them until I'm supposed to. Yesterday I received a calendar (for 2011) that I created for brother and new wife that I was going to give them for Christmas, but couldn't contain my enthusiasm and had to rush over right away. I think I was more excited about it then they were .... and now I have to figure out something else to give them. I really need to get this problem under control.

We're going to the pumpkin patch this weekend. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE fall. Z and I have been getting ourselves all ramped up for the next three months of fun. Pumpkin patch, C's birthday party, pumpkin patch, pumpkin patch, Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas! There's costumes to be made, pies to be baked, jack-o-lanterns to carve, sweaters to be de-mothed! It's so exciting! (And, I'm happy to say that the apple doesn't fall from the tree in that Z and I share a mutual over-enthusiasm for the these things). Let me not forget to mention beyond Christmas, there's Z's 5th birthday (of which, he's already planned every meticulous detail.) I'm excited I had children because I can be a child again!

Ok - enough rambling. I have a party to plan, which is only two days away. My little love muffin is turning TWO (already?)!