I refuse to take any responsibility for the following post. If anything seems confusing or weird.....well.....I have no idea how it happened......
Today was the second round of chemo. And, the second round of decadron. Hence the rambling post you are about to read. You can expect a post like this every three weeks....on a Wednesday.....after everyone's gone to bed......and, I'm still up.
Just a some totally random things........
Everytime I read this sign I crack up and think of Jiffy Lube Express.
This is exactly how I threw the lights of the tree in the storage box. I really thought I had placed them on the tree in a manner consistent with easy removal. But as you can see, apparently not. Life is too short to untangle lights. That is until next year when I am bitching to myself at how much time I'm wasting staightening them out......
Remember when I did my posts about "Michelle's" Arts and Craft Stores about disinterested employees who could not care less if you were to drop dead in front of them. Actually, I take that back. They probably would prefer if the dropping was done during their break. Well, guess what people. I now have rock solid proof that they hate each and every last one of us. Seriously. If you are female and breath, they hate you. If you are female, breathe and have the audacity to ask them where knitting needles are, they loathe you. I just knew I was right. Here is Where they hate you and where they really hate you....especially if you're a rich housewife. So it appears as if we have a Isreali/Palastine type of war going on here. Except insead of the Gaza Strip it's taking place at Michael's......
After chemo I finally let Andres paint his house, formerly known as my house, that I got from Paper Tales. He let a elephant move in there and it resulted in some sort of squatter's rights issue......I had to purchase a new one for myself. If I remember correctly, Judge Judy had a case almost EXACTLY like this one......
Speaking of JJ I talked to my sister today for over an hour. I actually gave her legal advice based soley on everything I learned from watching Judge Judy...... "Seriously Kris.....if you are planning on suing that guy you have to make sure that you blah, blah, blah. And, I know for a fact you need to file for blah, blah, blah." It was sound advice. It's her fault if she loses.
I watched Bret Michaels Rock of Love bus. You can't hate me more than I hate myself for wasting 1 hour of my life that I will never get back. It's dvr'd for next week.
Why is it that the Real Housewives of Orange County women look as though they ran a trowel through their hair after waking up from a three day bender. You think these woman lived in the Sahara desert with all those dry split ends. I'm very confused as to why, after making it perfectly clear that they individually have more money than the average bear, that their hair looks like it was cut and styled from a trainee at Supercuts. I guess money can't buy happiness and good healthy hair.
Speaking of hair........My hair finally started to fall out. It's so thick that it has taken the last three days to come to the point where it is now......awful.
Here's a picture I took when it first started coming out......
Not to bad......Here's one from Tuesday when Amy and I went up to Paper Tales.....
Amy, Me, The Count, Michelle and Julie!
Much thinner......plus, I was leaving a trail of hair behind me where ever I went. Off the subject for a second......notice who I have safely wrappped in my loving arms? Michelle picked him up for me at the commissary. Since the boys and I have already eaten the three that Jessie sent me, he was a sight for sore eyes.
Here we are showing off the bracelets that Amy had given to us as a Valentine's Day gift. I gave Michelle the blue one above Amy's as a thank you for New Year's Day.......
So anyway, it's time. It's time for the big shave. I was in complete denial about the whole thing. I had really hoped that I was going to be that rare chemo patient that didn't lose all her hair. I kind of counted on the thickness and hoped that the chemo would be fooled into thinking it was all done shedded my lockes about half way through. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Sigh..... But I came up with a solution while I lounging in my chemo bay watching Days of our Lives (I can not believe Bo & Hope are still on that show). It was an idea that got me so excited that as soon as I went home, I called Rachael my hairdresser and scheduled "the hair cut to end all haircuts." She not only was happy to do so, but is coming over to my house at 9:30 tomorrow morning to do it.......She's the best. What's my idea you ask? Two words......professional photos. I emailed Joleen when I got back and asked here if she would take photos of me and my big bald head on the beach. She said yes!! So I decided instead of ignoring the fact that I'm bald, I'm going to embrace it. I'm going to capture this moment in my life and celebrate it. And, I know Joleen will capture exactly the vibe that I'm seeking. So excited!
Right this minute, I'm wearing a crotcheted cap the Heather's friend Rebecca Lueck made for me. I don't have a picture of it on because someone kept stealing it from me........
But trust me...it's warm and snuggly. It kind of has that gangster feel to it. Because as we all know, when I'm not Creative Chaos, I'm roaming the mean streets as Gangster Chaos. Plus, it's keeping what remains of my hair intact and off the floor....... Thanks so much Rebecca!!!
Saying good bye to old drinking buddies.....The karaoke bar won't be the same without you......
Awwww....what the heck! One more song for the road!
Talk to you soon! Karin
