It’s Friday, and that means you get a post called I Don’t Care Enough About You to Write in Transitioning Paragraphs Friday.
- We’re supposed to leave for Sunriver today but there’s so much snow in the passes, I’m not sure we’re going to get there. I love being in Sunriver when there’s snow, but I’m not so big on getting there when there’s snow. We’ll see how the next few hours go before we decide.
- Last night we played poker at Chris and Val’s house. TWO times, I got to reach across the table and rake in the pot! One was big, the other was smaller, but it was way cool both times. Even better was the guy next to me, who kept asking how to play, and by the game’s end he had piles of chips in front of him. I usually hate players like that, unless I’m married to them. He went home with $50 and now I’m going to make him pay to touch my goodies.
- (Um, that might just make me a prostitute.)
- On a completely unrelated topic, my new favorite adult beverage is gin and tonic. I especially like them when Val orders Chris to make me another one and another one and another one. Since I typically go for brightly-colored drinks with umbrellas, I’m feeling all grown up that I like something unblended. Look at me, bein’ all normal. I’m damn near alcoholic.
- Wait, that’s not good.
- Here are some photos from Jack’s birthday party.
Yes, Jayson is pouring Mountain Dew into his Pepsi.
All five boys blended their sodas and I’m sure it had nothing to do
with how noisy they were about 20 minutes later.
(Both are caffeine-free, by the way. I’m not insane.)
Jack’s party was video game themed, and he made a cake topper with
a LEGO dude playing basketball on the TV.
I thought it was quite impressive. Here’s a close-up:
- It’s looking like one of my clients is moving forward on two big projects that will require my services. This is good news; as long as I have the energy to get out of bed in the morning, I’ll actually get paid for working my arse off. Not that I don’t love my PTO work, but the good feelings it gives me don’t exactly pay our mortgage.
- Looks like my nephew’s band, The Rouge, has a new video:
- My PET/CT scan results have been seen by my oncologist. Her nurse called today to tell me they are “super,” according to Dr. O, and “everything looks great.” As much as I would love to rejoice in this good news, I’ve heard it before and still been told to continue chemo for many, many months longer than I thought. That’s a big pisser right there. I want more specific answers before I do a happy dance. Am I in remission? Do I need to continue treatment? Will I have to go in every month, or six months, or year, or what? If OJ isn’t completely gone, how often will we scan to check his size? And why isn’t he completely gone after all this chemo? Pardon me for not being super-duper excited; I promise the proper reaction will be had when I know for sure it is time.
- I like this quote:
Life is not the way it’s supposed to be.
It’s the way it is. The way you deal with it
is what makes the difference.
- And this photo makes me smile. It makes me ever-so-thankful for my good friends:
Victor just got home. Looks like we’re going to attempt Sunriver. Later, dudes.