Posted by wendy on 2012/05/23
Hello world! I’ve been off again, doing real-life things and ignoring all things c-related, but I have a super excellent excuse this time: I’m getting married!!! In July!! aaaahhiiiiieeeeeee!!! So, there’s no cancer stuff below–just girly squeeing and complaining about how expensive porta john rentals are these days.
I want to pet it and squeeze it and hug it and name it George!!
Let’s begin with the girly squeeing. I love my ring. I LOVE IT! It’s unexpected and it’s unique and it’s beee-you-tiful, I tell you! Wait, I won’t tell you–I’ll show you: Look to your right! No, your other right! There you go. Right there. Isn’t it pretty? Don’t you love it? Yes! Yes, you do.
So, as you may have guessed, I am very emotional at this time in my life. VERY EMOTIONAL. The word ‘bridezilla’ has been bandied about with my name (jokingly, thank goodness), but you know, it got me to thinking…WeTV has more or less ruined having the occasional (and I think very normal) bouts of The Dramas that we get when something huge is happening in our lives–like, oh…a wedding.
I’ve always maintained that the Bridezilla television show would be so much more satisfying if the horrible women who star in it got left at the alter. I mean, I’d WATCH that show, because I love a good comeuppance. Sadly, they do not get left, and those of us who like to see karma coming around to kick people in the shins when they deserve it are left unsatisfied. I don’t get the women who say “I’M A BRIIIIDEZILLLA!” with such obvious glee and pride. Are there women to aspire to be that horrendous to the people around them? Am I supposed to be demanding and crazed and unreasonable–am I doing the bride thing incorrectly if I’m not? There’s even a quiz on the main page of their site–I guess I need an online quiz to ascertain the level of bridal douchebaggery that lurks deep within my soul.
Aw, we’re happy.
That said, I AM in a high state of nervousness–who wouldn’t be? But, thus far, I haven’t taken it out on any poor unsuspecting souls who cross my path. I’m not so much a Bridezilla as I am a Lenny. I cannot do ANYTHING. I’m forgetful, I’m slow, I’m incapable of focusing on anything remotely difficult or intricate. I break things without meaning to. I’m sitting around with a dopey grin on my face most of the time and not getting ANYTHING done. Seriously, M put a ring on my hand, and I think my IQ dropped 20 points.
I may have to revisit this post in 3 weeks and see if I still feel all dopamined up and lumberingly happy. Who knows? My inner Bridezilla may be waiting in the wings to pounce on the first poor, unsuspecting soul who brings me red gerbera daisies with slightly browned edges. Or, I’ll break into a stream of unbridelike expletives the next time I’m told I have to rent a porta-john for FOUR days when I actually only need it for one day. I mean, seriously. Four days? Also, stop telling me I need at least 3 of them. It’s a wedding, not Coachella.
Fancy outhouses notwithstanding, at the end of the day, I’ve decided that if M and I walk away from this shindig as a fully fledged married couple, then it’s been a success. I could not be happier with my choice of partner. He’s some kind of wonderful, that boy.
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Posted by wendy on 2011/12/10
It’s been a while since I updated here, and really–that’s so lax of me, because years from now, I’m going to look back on this blog and think…what happened to November? And…since I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday, chances are, November of 2011 will be a mystery to me unless I document it.
So, without further ado, in November of 2011…
…I started a new job and I LOVE it. It still affords me the time to do my online social media gig, it’s bringing badly needed extra income into the household, and it gets me out of the house and into real, actual clothing every day. I was getting far too comfy in my jim jams, people. That had to stop.
Stoopit hair will NOT do what I want it to do!!! GRRR.
…I went home to Michigan and spent Thanksgiving with my family. I don’t even have words for how awesome that was. M flew over, and we road-tripped it up from Alabama to Michigan. Giving him a tour of the highways and interstates of my youth was so much fun. He met my Dad and my Grandma and he slipped right into my family like he’d been there all along. We left Saturday morning and on the way back stopped off to spend the day doing a bit of urbex with some really good friends of mine in Detroit. Many amazing and awesome images were made that day.
…I have watched in a bit of glee, but mostly horror as my hair continues to grow into cute little curly rings around my head. I remember people telling me that my hair would grow back curly and maaan, that made me all angsty and angry, because I have never wanted curly hair. And, I will admit now that when people said it to me, I thought “Nope. Not me. NOT MY HAIR.”. Because even after all this time, I am still firmly convinced that I can pretty much make my body do whatever I want it to do through sheer force of will. I wonder if I will ever learn that I cannot do that? I kind of hope I don’t. Stubborn optimism is not a bad trait to have, I think.
…I would like to say that I’ve been emotionally and physically preparing for my surgery next Tuesday. But, what I’ve really been doing is avoiding thinking about it.
…I have lost friends and gained friends. It all equals out in the end, and if I’ve learned nothing else this year, it is this: If it is toxic and/or makes me feel bad, I do not want it. Period.
…I have gained a very unwanted 10 pounds–I’m not going to the gym like I should, and the tamoxifen has a way of making me feel very, very lethargic. It’s frustrating, but I’m not going to freak out over it, because I know it’s a temporary way of being. I’ve started a new job, I’m taking drugs that make me tired, but, it’s only been a very short time, and I will figure out a way to work around it and get back where I’m used to being.
Time. I have like to think I have that now. It makes me smile.
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Posted by wendy on 2011/04/01
You know, there are so few upsides to the entire chemo thing. Of course, one of the biggest downsides is that you lose your hair. Now, I would venture to say that an upside of losing your hair is that you tend to lose ALL of your hair. ALL. OF. IT. I haven’t had to shave my armpits since, oh…January? I can’t remember. And, there was this glorious period in which shaving my legs was a distant memory as well.
HOWEVER. In the past 2 weeks, shaving my legs has once again become a daily chore. To which, I say….”Really, Universe? REALLY?! Of all of the hair on my body to start growing back like gangbusters–it had to be on my LEGS?”. Yeesh. I mean, I was actually ENJOYING that bit. I know life isn’t fair and all that, but it really does feel SUPER UNFAIR that my legs have more hair on them than my head.
My eyebrows are still hanging on for dear life, and for that, I am completely grateful.
Whilst–I do love that word. “Whilst”. Whilst whilst whilst. Well, not so much now, because I just used it too much and it doesn’t feel like a word anymore. Like pants. Pants pants pants pant….wait. What was I talking about? Oh yes! Whilst I am on a whinging kick, can I just say that I’m super upset that it’s freezing cold outside and I cannot take my cutely bedazzled and sparkly head out in public?
More sparkles. I feel like this would totally be appropriate for both ballet and beach.
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