Colonoscopies aren't scary

8/9/11 – Um… why is Todd making fun of me?  I’m not laughing.

Yesterday I wrote 2 blogs.  As you may know I always add what I would like to eat and my song of the day at the end.  One of my blogs was about wanting to chop off my numb fingers so I chose Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” as my song of the day.  I like to play the song as I’m posting my blog.  Todd walks by and hears the song playing.  A little while later I’m posting my second blog and playing my second song of the day which is “Peace Like a River”.  Todd is on the phone and I hear him say “One minute she’s playing Gangsta’s Paradise and the next she’s playing Southern Gospel…”  I quickly snap back that I’m a complex individual.  I cannot be categorized by just one music genre.  Don’t try to label me because I’m so much more than a label.

Today I had my colonoscopy.  I learned 2 things:

1.       Colonoscopies do not hurt

2.       Some people snore while they are sedated

Todd and I woke up at 6:30 and got ready to leave.  I was a little nervous this morning.  I mean, I did have a tumor so I was a little worried about what the procedure might find.  We arrived right on time and I was taken back to the holding room.  They weren’t able to use my port so I informed the nurse that I was a diva and had a serious problem with IV’s.  She was very nice and told me she completely understood because she didn’t care for them too much herself.  As she was about to stick me she held up the needle and said “See this?  I’m going to use the smallest needle I can on you.  It’s what we would use for a child.”  Awesome!  I love nurses that get it.  I also explained how I hate seeing the IV go into my arm, or hand in this case, so she covered it with gauze for me. Small victories.

The anesthesiologist came in and quickly got informed of my IV quirks.  He seemed to put up with my diva-ness rather well.  He went over the anesthesia part assuring me that I would be completely asleep.  He wheeled me into the procedure room and turned on some tunes.  I was pleasantly surprised to be surrounded by Blackeyed Peas and Rhiana music.  Who knew doctors got down like that? 

My GI doctor and a couple techs came into the room and I got one quick question that had been eating at me in before I received my anesthesia.  “Do people snore when they are asleep?”  He told me that some do and my GI doctor said that was what the music was for – haha, she’s got jokes!  I then got my drugs and promptly fell asleep.

After the procedure I woke up in the recovery holding room with Todd by my side.  My GI doctor said that everything looked good and I didn’t have anything that needed to be removed.  She said that she checked my surgery area and if she hadn’t known that I had a colon resection she wouldn’t have noticed it at all.  My surgeon did a very good job.  I received a full report with color photos and everything.  Kinda cool, but kinda gross.

I got a little antsy in the recovery holding room.  The diva was coming out.  I wanted to go to the bathroom but was told I needed to wait a few minutes.  I then started asking when I would be allowed to leave.  I was ready to get home and get comfortable.  I was feeling good and I had had enough of that place.  Once I was allowed to get dressed and go to the bathroom I was met by a wheel chair.  “I don’t need a wheel chair.”  I had stumbled around on my own just fine during chemo, why did I need a wheel chair now?  Apparently it is procedure so my butt got forced into the wheel chair.  Could be worse things.

Todd drove me home, stopping by Chick-fil-A for a chicken biscuit on the way.  I was really hungry so the biscuit hit the spot.  Once I got home I set up shop in my former chemo room.  I watched a movie on TV, tried to read, and then fell asleep.  I slept most of the day.  I am now just relaxing and trying to enjoy myself.  All in all the procedure went well.  I had no discomfort or complications.  I’ll return to work tomorrow.  Overall, a good experience and a little piece of mind.

If I could have anything to eat I would like a cheese burger.  My song of the day is “Imma Be” by the Blackeyed Peas.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Imma+Be/2p8kuk?src=5

Night y’all!

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Preparing to Prep

8/8/11 – Well, my oh-so-glamorous colonoscopy is tomorrow.

That’s right people, I’ve been taunted and threatened with a colonoscopy for nearly 9 months and now it has finally caught up with me.  It was only a matter of time. 

Everyone says that the prep is the worst part.  People fail to remember that all I did for 2 weeks in December is prep and a liquid diet.  The prep is easy for me.  Well, maybe…..

My prep is made up of drinking an entire bottle of Magnesium Citrate Sunday night and then drinking 64 ounces of Gatorade with 238 grams of Miralax Monday.  I then have the actual procedure on Tuesday.  All day Monday I am on a liquids only diet.  I’m hoping to lose some weight out of this.

The part that scared me the most was the Magnesium Citrate.  The Magnesium Citrate is what sent me to the ER in December.  I know that I no longer have a tumor in me to cause problems but the whole thing sent me back to that time.  You know how people who drink usually have one drink that they just can’t do?  They overdid it sometime in the past and got horribly sick.  Some people can’t even bare to look at the bottle.  Well, that is how I am with Magnesium Citrate.  It conjures up every bad memory I have from December and brings it to the forefront. 

I told myself I could do it.  I could drink this nasty stuff and get on with it.  It would just be a quick glass of nasty stuff that would be over and done with before I knew it.  I came home from church last night, ate some dinner, and then poured my glass of fear.  My UHC case worker had recommended mixing it with Sprite to cut the taste.  I poured a little Sprite in the glass and then topped it off with lemon/lime Magnesium Citrate.  The first sip I almost spit out.  Magnesium Citrate tastes disgusting and is fizzy on top of that.  It was all I could do to keep it down.  I had asked my doctor if I had to do it and she said yes.  I had to drink it.  I had to drink it all.

The more I looked at the glass the bigger it seemed.  It was like the glass was growing and expanding just by me looking at it with sheer disgust.  How was I going to get through this?  I drank some more and focused on not getting sick.  The more I thought about not getting sick the more sick I became.  No, no, I was not going to do this again.  The Magnesium Citrate made me sick the time before I was not going to let it do that again.  I knew if I became sick then my side would start to hurt and I would wind up in a fetal position begging Todd to drive me to the hospital.  I was not going down that road again.  I wasn’t going to let it get to me. 

Slowly I drank the remainder of the Magnesium Citrate.  I would take a drink, fight off the gagging, and then drink some more.  I have decided one thing after finshing the drink and promptly brushing my teeth.  I have decided that I will NEVER drink Magnesium Citrate ever again.  I know it is on the prep sheet but I will emphatically tell my GI doctor that I flat out refuse to drink that ever again.  They can give me a shot, make me endure having an IV put in, or maybe even pull off one of my finger nails but I will not ever drink that stuff again. 

Today is much better.  No more nasty Magnesium Citrate to drink.  I can handle the Miralax, I practically lived on it for a while.  It’s not that bad.  I am very, very glad that I was allowed to work from home today.  That would have been awkward.  I’m not as scared about tomorrow now that the worst is behind me. 

If I could have anything to eat I would like a turkey sandwich.  I’m on a liquid diet today so real food would be wonderful.  My song of the day is “Peace Like a River” by Elizabeth Mitchell.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Peace+Like+A+River/3avYmZ?src=5

Later peeps!

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Rockin' 7 Fingers

8/8/11 – I’m thinking about cutting off my fingers. 

I know that sounds drastic, but what other option do I have?  Just continue to let the numbness spread?  I’m pretty sure there is a verse in the Bible that says “if your right hand offends you, cut if off”.  I did not look the verse up and I might be misquoting the Bible but I’m pretty sure that is what the verse says.  I don’t mean to poke fun at a Bible verse but let’s just face it, my fingers are offending me.

Every day I wake up and will them to develop more feeling.  Every day they continue to become more and more numb.  I even had a moment when I couldn’t get the back on my earring because I could not feel where the hole was.  I had to do it with my left hand instead of my right. 

Don’t worry about my pain.  I’m almost 80% sure that it won’t hurt a bit.  I won’t need any topical numbing cream (though I do have some) because my fingers have no feeling.  Maybe I can get some cool prosthetic finger tips?  Maybe purple ones that can type 12 times faster than my normal fingers?  That could be cool.  I told Todd my plan to remove my numb fingers and he asked if he could do it.  No!  They are bothering me, so by golly I’m gonna be the ones to get rid of them.

All of this sounds a little morbid, but seriously, if I were kidnapped and the kidnappers were going to have to chop off a body part to mail in to prove that they had me I would gladly offer up a finger or two.  Can you imagine their disbelief at my willingness to cooperate or the “Thank goodness!” I would yell once the feeling had been restored to my semi-functioning limbs?  I could potentially tick them off, but I’m willing to take that chance.  Having bad people chop off my fingers would mean that I would have to actually be kidnapped and I’m pretty sure that once the creeps learned how mouthy I am they wouldn’t want to keep me.  Plus, what would they be hoping to get?  Surly not money, that would be a laugh.

If I could have anything to eat I would like some tiramisu.  My song of the day is “Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Gangsta+s+Paridise/3xJfg4?src=5

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I will so shoot you!

8/6/11 – I have to admit that I have reached a low point.  I’m not proud of it, but I don’t regret it either.  I, Shea Bamberg, shot a middle schooler with a laser gun and rejoiced about it in public.  Yeah…..

Friday night was Merge for the 5^th graders going into 6^th grade.  They are going into middle school and are moving from the main church area down to the youth building.  Coming to the youth building the first time can be a little scary so the middle school minister has Merge to let the kids come in, hang out, get to know some of their teachers and the building, and have fun.

Friday I had a hair appointment so I missed the first part of Merge.  I joined them at Laser City to participate in laser tag and get to know the girls.  I haven’t played laser tag in years.  I think I was actually in high school the last time I played.

We went in, got our gear on, and headed in to play.  Before the game started Todd said “See those stairs? Follow me.”  I headed in but quickly lost track of Todd.  I went towards the stairs and headed up.  There were plenty of places to spy on others and get a good shot in.  The problem with being upstairs is that you’re kind of like a sitting duck.  I would find one person that I had a good shot of and just before I pulled the trigger I would get hit.  Frustration.

When you get hit your suit powers down for 5 seconds and then comes back on.  It took me a while to figure out when my suit was off and when it was on.  I spent the first game trying to figure out how to shoot properly and how to not get shot by others.  Toward the end of the game I went back down stairs and found a cubby where I just hid and shot people.  That was more my speed.  The true hunter in my started to come out.

Once the game was finished I met up with Todd and told him that his suggestion of going upstairs was horrible.  I was shot constantly.  He explained that he wasn’t telling me to go upstairs but to follow him to a good hiding spot where you could see a lot and shoot almost anyone. 

The next game I followed Todd and holed up in the hiding space.  Todd was right.  It was the perfect spot.  I could see anyone who came to shoot the base and see up top and people on the ground.  I stayed in my newly appointed hiding spot and rocked it out.  I see you, BAM.  I see you too, BAM BAM! I was on fire! Just because I was hidden does not mean that I didn’t get shot from time to time. 

We generally played boys against girls.  The boys would just walk straight up and shoot me sometimes. They were kamikaze shooters I tell you.  One in particular was very good at sneaking in without me seeing him and then shooting me.  He would just stand there and wait for my suit to start to power up and do it again.  Dude!  I would have so shot him if I had a working laser gun. 

And that is how my opening statement came to be.  It was our third game and the same middle school boy had shot me a couple times before I recognized him.  He also told me that I was in his spot though I had been there for at least 2 games already.  (The first rule in war is to stand your ground.  I was a statue.  If he wanted me moved he was going to have to move me himself.)  He was a sneaky little thing.  After I recovered from being shot and the game had been going on a few minutes, I saw him making his move to shoot our base.  Quick!  I had to react quickly since he knew my hideout.  I shot him as soon as he came into the open.  I yelled “Yeah!” did a short fist pump and jumped.  Excessive celebration?  Yeah, you could say so.  So there I was, celebrating the downfall of a middle schooler over an adult.  Some might categorize this as a low point in my life, but I’m not so sure myself.  I felt pretty darn good at the moment.

What does this mean about me?  Do I like to win too much?  Are there no lengths I will not go to?  If I were playing a 5 year old in Go Fish would I let them win or mercilessly beat them?  I honestly don’t know.  My whole perspective on my niceness has altered since the laser tag incident.  The animal in my had come out.  Being a true boy the middle schooler paid me no attention and went on his way to power back up and shoot someone else.  Maybe it is safe to say that my niceness is still intact but remains questionable at times.  I’m ok with that.

If I could have anything to eat I would like an orange.  My song of the day is “Regulators” by Warren G – hahaha!

http://grooveshark.com/s/Regulators/5NJRO?src=5

Night y’all!

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Just keep bloggin', just keep bloggin'...

8/3/11 – I guess it is time for a slightly serious/informative blog. 

Several people have asked me if I am going to stop blogging now that my treatment is finished.  No.  I have realized that I still have a lot to talk about even though treatment is finished and I really enjoy blogging.  I plan to continue my “Shea’s So Full of It” blog until I have my port removed in December. (I consider that the real end of my treatment.)  After that, I may start another blog or my just continue my original one.  Either way I am definitely not done.

You would think that being finished with chemo would be great, but it’s harder than you would expect.  Yes, there are still residual affects of the chemo in my body but just mentally it is hard.  In my head I know that being finished should be easy.  I should be able to go right back to where I was pre-cancer.  It’s not that easy.

I find myself wanting to go back and have more treatment.  Not because I enjoyed it so much but because then I was doing something to prevent the cancer.  It’s odd to just stop.  What is keeping the cancer from coming back now?  Don’t I need more?  I know I’ve probably already shared this struggle with you, but it really is hard.  It is something that affects me on a day to day basis. 

I don’t think I realized how much knowing I had cancer affected me while I was going through recovering from the surgery and going through chemo.  I blocked a lot out to protect myself.  Once the treatment was over the gravity of it all hit me.  Now I’m a little more freaked out by it and that contributes to my anxiety about it being over and not having to go see a doctor every other week.  I believe I thought my going to see the doctor and going through chemo would keep the cancer away.  Now, I just don’t know what to do.  It seems like all I can do is wait.

To add to my paranoia I am having my colonoscopy next week.  I have to drink the same stuff that sent me to the ER a week or so before my diagnosis and surgery.  I also heard back from the dermatologist yesterday.  I hate it when doctors' offices call and leave a message for you to call them back.  Those two things bring back memories of all that I went through.

The phone call freaked me out a bit because you never really know if it’s going to be good news or bad news.  I learned that the hard way.  When I called back I learned that the spot on my leg that they biopsied was moderately abnormal.  Basically that means that it might be a precancerous area.  I’m supposed to go back in 2 months for them to check the area for repigmentation. 

I'm not going to lie, the phone call and the idea of even slightly having precancerous cells in my body freaks me out.  I just went through chemo so that word carries a lot of weight.  I'm sure they were just telling me the facts that I needed to know and it is really no big deal, but the sheer word scares me.  What I have been through has been a learning experience and I feel that I've gotten more good than bad out of it, but the thought of having to do it again doesn't appeal to me.  I'm not worrying about the moderately abnormal diagnosis because I don't think it is something I really need to worry about.  It is probably nothing and if it were actually serious they would want me to come in immediately.  Just sharing my thoughts.

I know I don't really have too many heavy blogs anymore (which is a good thing) but I did want all of you to know what I'm still going through.  If you're wondering, my fingers are still numb.  Hopefully it will start to go away soon but lately it has only gotten worse.  I was told that it would get worse before it got better so I'm not worried there either, just annoyed. 

If I could have anything to eat I would like a turkey wrap from Jason's Deli.  My song of the day is "Something to Believe In" by Parachute.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Something+To+Believe+In/3MVwFi?src=5

Night!

Car Stalker

8/3/11 – I am a car stalker/critic.

Since I have been driving into work and staying the whole day I have seen my fair share of cars and drivers as I’m zooming through traffic.  “Zooming” might be the wrong word.  Sitting works better. 

So, there I am sitting in traffic and what do I do?  I look at people’s cars and try to decide what they do and who they are. 

The other day as I was creeping through traffic I notice this monstrosity of a vehicle.  It was huge.  It was black, had black out lights, a deep tint, and a covering over the license plate.  Mercenary???  I also noticed that this vehicle had a Mercedes symbol on the back of the SUV doors.  In the middle of the doors to be exact.  I thought that was an odd place for a symbol to be because how would they open the doors?  I started to really look at the SUV and analyze it.  It looked kind of like a huge Ford SUV with a Mercedes symbol on it.  Was someone trying to spiff up their Ford with a Mercedes symbol?  Come on, you know people do shady stuff like that all the time.

I go into detective mode.  I have to find out if this is really a Mercedes or not.  I quickly notice that the SUV has a limousine tag.  That adds some credibility to the vehicle, but I’m still unsure.  I need to see the front of the car.  The problem was that I was in the creep along type traffic.  The kind where you get right beside the other car but never quite can pass them.  I waited and waited, looked and looked, but I never made it quite to the front of the car.  The people inside probably thought I was a weirdo, but I didn’t care, I was on a mission.  The fate of the universe depended on if this vehicle was a Ford in disguise as a Mercedes or an actual Mercedes.  I only got a slight glimpse of the front of the SUV as they were turning off the road and I believe it actually was a Mercedes, but I have never seen one like that ever.  There is still a small doubt that it might not be authentic.

Black, lemo tagged SUV with a Mercedes symbol on the back, I will find you and I will find out if you are real or not.  It’s only a matter of time.

I had one more car encounter last night.  I was driving home after visiting my counselor.  I got behind a white Carrola. I start my usual car analysis.  I quickly spy that the license plate says “DR JULIE”.  I think about this for a moment.  Really?  Really?  Would a doctor actually drive a Carrola? 

I started to ponder this phenomenon.  I’m not sure about you, but I want my doctors to drive Mercedes, BMWs, Bentleys even.  I want a rich doctor because that means that he/she is good at what they do.  I’m not how I feel about my doctor driving a Carrola.  Yes, sensibility and lower gas consumption are good points to make in favor of a Carrola driving doctor, but when you’re on the operating table which do you want?  Carrola or BMW?  I vote for BMW all the way!

Now usually I don’t judge people by their cars.  I drive a squealing Mitsubishi, Gallant for crying out loud.  I don’t think that means I’m a bad accountant.  I think that means that my husband is frugal.  However, I believe that certain professions should be judged by the cars they drive.  If a missionary drove an Audi that would seem weird, wrong even.  Shouldn’t it work the same for doctors?  Lawyers?  Investment portfolio managers?  I want to see an obnoxiously expensive car outside before I even consider you treating me, defending my reckless driving case, or investing my money.  Yes, I do judge you.  I judge your car.

I think this has been a teaching blog.  I feel that I have really given all of you something to think about whether it is car stalking or car judging.  It is all good points to reflect upon. 

If I could have anything to eat I would love a Snickers ice cream bar.  My song of the day is “Cadillac’s on 22’s” by David Banner.

8/3/11 – I am a car stalker/critic.

Since I have been driving into work and staying the whole day I have seen my fair share of cars and drivers as I’m zooming through traffic.  “Zooming” might be the wrong word.  Sitting works better. 

So, there I am sitting in traffic and what do I do?  I look at people’s cars and try to decide what they do and who they are. 

The other day as I was creeping through traffic I notice this monstrosity of a vehicle.  It was huge.  It was black, had black out lights, a deep tint, and a covering over the license plate.  Mercenary???  I also noticed that this vehicle had a Mercedes symbol on the back of the SUV doors.  In the middle of the doors to be exact.  I thought that was an odd place for a symbol to be because how would they open the doors?  I started to really look at the SUV and analyze it.  It looked kind of like a huge Ford SUV with a Mercedes symbol on it.  Was someone trying to spiff up their Ford with a Mercedes symbol?  Come on, you know people do shady stuff like that all the time.

I go into detective mode.  I have to find out if this is really a Mercedes or not.  I quickly notice that the SUV has a limousine tag.  That adds some credibility to the vehicle, but I’m still unsure.  I need to see the front of the car.  The problem was that I was in the creep along type traffic.  The kind where you get right beside the other car but never quite can pass them.  I waited and waited, looked and looked, but I never made it quite to the front of the car.  The people inside probably thought I was a weirdo, but I didn’t care, I was on a mission.  The fate of the universe depended on if this vehicle was a Ford in disguise as a Mercedes or an actual Mercedes.  I only got a slight glimpse of the front of the SUV as they were turning off the road and I believe it actually was a Mercedes, but I have never seen one like that ever.  There is still a small doubt that it might not be authentic.

Black, lemo tagged SUV with a Mercedes symbol on the back, I will find you and I will find out if you are real or not.  It’s only a matter of time.

I had one more car encounter last night.  I was driving home after visiting my counselor.  I got behind a white Carrola. I start my usual car analysis.  I quickly spy that the license plate says “DR JULIE”.  I think about this for a moment.  Really?  Really?  Would a doctor actually drive a Carrola? 

I started to ponder this phenomenon.  I’m not sure about you, but I want my doctors to drive Mercedes, BMWs, Bentleys even.  I want a rich doctor because that means that he/she is good at what they do.  I’m not how I feel about my doctor driving a Carrola.  Yes, sensibility and lower gas consumption are good points to make in favor of a Carrola driving doctor, but when you’re on the operating table which do you want?  Carrola or BMW?  I vote for BMW all the way!

Now usually I don’t judge people by their cars.  I drive a squealing Mitsubishi, Gallant for crying out loud.  I don’t think that means I’m a bad accountant.  I think that means that my husband is frugal.  However, I believe that certain professions should be judged by the cars they drive.  If a missionary drove an Audi that would seem weird, wrong even.  Shouldn’t it work the same for doctors?  Lawyers?  Investment portfolio managers?  I want to see an obnoxiously expensive car outside before I even consider you treating me, defending my reckless driving case, or investing my money.  Yes, I do judge you.  I judge your car.

I think this has been a teaching blog.  I feel that I have really given all of you something to think about whether it is car stalking or car judging.  It is all good points to reflect upon. 

If I could have anything to eat I would love a Snickers ice cream bar.  My song of the day is “Cadillac’s on 22’s” by David Banner.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Cadillac+On+22+s/3e8U7o?src=5

Night All!

I hit Buster?! Nuh,uh.

7/31/11 – Well, it was only a matter of time, but I’ve finally done it.  I ran into Buster.  First off, let me just say that Buster is fine.  I have done this two times now.  I think that’s what makes it so bad.  When Todd goes outside to cut grass he brings Buster because Buster likes to walk behind him or lie under the tree and relax.  Percy is not allowed outside when the grass is being cut because there is no way to monitor him.  Anyway, last Wednesday Todd was working the late shift and woke up when I did to cut our grass before heading in to work.  I get ready as usual – hurried mess running out the door with coffee rushing to my car at the last possible second.  I get in the car and start to back out.  I notice Todd is shaking his head in disapproval as I back into the road.  “What did I do wrong?”  “I didn’t cut anyone off.” “There’s no one behind me.”  “What is it???” I roll down my window and ask what he was shaking his head about.  He says “You hit Buster!  Didn’t you see him?”  (1) No, I did not see him because he is only 2 feet tall (2) I would have thought he would know better and get out of the way (3) This just proves the fact that I need a car with backup assistance.  Apparently I actually ran in to my dog with my car.  He yelped but I didn’t hear it and got out of the way.  He seemed alright to me.  But now I am very aware that I could be convicted of vehicular dogslaughter.  I’m a dangerous person.

Now that my true colors are showing, let’s continue this blog.  This weekend has been another good weekend.  I am still glad to be at home and not be on the road – so over that. 

Friday night I hung out with Yen as the guys were laying flooring.  She and I watched a little Project Runway.  We really took it to the next level by drinking wine, talking about the clothing and other random things, and watching the show when we got board.  I think that is the way I should always watch Project Runway.  That’s just a show you need a girlfriend to talk with about as you watch.  I find that the more I watch the show the cattier I get towards the other contestants.  By the end of the show I’m in full “Oh, no you didin’…!” mode.

Saturday I took it easy and finished off Project Runway in the man room – yes, you read correctly I said the man room.  Todd was at the gym so I thought my chances of not being caught in the act were reasonably low.  I am one of those people who takes notes as the contestants clothing walks down the runway.  I like to pretend that I am right there with Heidi, Michael Kors, and Nina Garcia critiquing the designs.  Fierce!  After watching my show I read for a little while and then went out to eat with one of my neighbors.  We went to Cinco and then wandered through Fresh Market.  ***Breaking News Flash:  The cupcakes at Fresh Market are awesome!  I think they are my favorite. ***

Yesterday early evening Todd has his 6^th grade Sunday school class over.  My house was game central.  I decided to hide out in the guest bedroom and read.  I was afraid that any presence of estrogen might throw off the delicate balance of all that testosterone in the man room.  The guys headed home around 8:30ish leaving Todd and I free for the night.  We finished off the left over pizza from the party and watched a movie – 2012.  The movie was ok, but it was depressing.  It was about the world ending and everyone you liked in the movie and became attached to wound up dying.  Yes, I realize the movie was about the world ending but come on…after a while it just becomes depressing.  Someone has to survive.  It was a movie for crying out loud, it’s supposed to be unrealistic.

Today has been another great weekend day.  I’m not ready for the weekend to be over.  I went to church and then met some of my friends at J. Alexander.  I miss seeing Sean and Vanessa since we don’t work together anymore.  It’s nice to have a good meal and catch up.  Todd made a comment about me going out to eat two times the last two weekends and he never gets to come along.  Come on, Todd.  We could go out just you and me anytime, just say the word. 

Overall, it has been a good weekend.  I would like to sleep some more, but I never want to sleep during the day.  If I could have anything to eat I would like another cupcake from the Fresh Market – maybe triple chocolate this time.  My song of the day is one of my favorites.  The sermon this morning made me think about it again.  “Blink” by Revive.

http://www.reviveband.com/

Night y’all!

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