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From Jakezilla!

My band: Elizabeth II

Album Title: Mayor's cup

Cover art

Want to do it yourself, here are the instructions from BuzzFeed:
Go to “wikipedia.” Hit “random” and the first article you get is the name of your band. Then go to “Random quotations” and the last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album. Then, go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” and the third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Deadline fast approaching

I know it has been a while since I have written anything, and for that, I apologize. My time has been pretty used up lately and I hate that. But also my emotions have been on a version of Cedar Point's Demon Drop for the last week or so...up and down...pretty much all over the place.
My surgery is thursday...came quicker than I thought it would, and I am pretty much ready for it. More so than having it finally over, I am looking forward to actually sleeping. I have had difficulties lately in that department for good enough reasons and I can't wait for the cocktail to knock me out on thursday morning. I think I am mentally prepared though and I am getting my house in order before it is at the mercy of my husband, who isn't the cleanest fellow in the world!
I had my cousin's baby shower on Sunday. It was so much fun seeing family and catching up with everyone. My cousin has been waiting for this little bundle of joy for over 10 years...and after losing twin girls that were almost full term last year, the entire family is overly excited. She is past the point of most bad things happening and if she delivers now the baby will make it. I am so happy for her. She is truly glowing with the pregnancy even though you can still see a twinge of worry on her brow. She got so many gifts and the little girl is going to be wearing 3 outfits a day and will still have piles that she didn't get to wear before she outgrows them! I can't wait to meet Baby Ryleigh!
With all the sleepless nights, I have been getting ample time to write my little brother. I am getting concerned because I have only gotten his one letter, which was written while he was waiting for boot camp to start. I know, I know. He is probably just too busy or too tired to write, but I am his big sister and it is my job to worry about him! I hope I get a letter soon!
My journey with the Twilight series is coming to a close...only 100 more pages to go in the final book. I am sad to see it end and hope it has an open ending for possibly more books. I am always hopeful! My girlfriends and I have decided that when the DVD comes out we are going to have a cheesy high school-like slumber party, complete with manicures and adult beverages! We are so dorky...but that is us.
Well, it may be a while before I get to write again! Will post again when I'm not doped up on vicodin making incomplete sentances about unicorns and green beans with easter eggs!

Let down again...

I hate holidays, well, I love them, but I hate them because my husband does not celebrate them. Every holiday I get my hopes up in anticipation thinking that this is the holiday that my husband might get the clue that I would enjoy celebrating it, and every time, my hopes are dashed by 10am. Im not talking flowers and candy, jewels and furs...I'm talking a stinking card, hand made for all I care! So Saturday I wake up, make my coffee and give Kevin his card. He just looks at me and then goes, "Oh!, I was going to make you breakfast!" 2 hours later, he's still sitting on the couch, and still no breakfast...I tell him to forget it. We head to town to go get groceries and we stop at the movie place to return the DVD's we had rented last week, he TELLS me, "I am going to run into Drugmart and get you are card." I just look at him...then I say, " you know what, it's not worth it if you don't think about it before hand. I don't want to sit in the car while you go pick me out a card and then come back ans ask to borrow my pen to fill it out." He just doesn't get it. So of course I mope around the rest of the day, cause I'm sick of there being no romance in our relationship. I can only do so much. I made a nice dinner that night: steaks, baked taters, fresh green beans, and rolls...I get a thanks, no help with the dishes, while he goes and plops his butt on the couch and is asleep by the time I get done. It's enough to make a girl cry. So, in order to cheer myself up, I am going to buy a valentine's day present to myself tomorrow...the last two books of the twilight series...pooh on you kevin. I will always have Edward.

This one's for Brandie

So I am 10 chapters into "New Moon" and Edward is gone...where the hell did he go!?! I'm going to be way pissed if the author pulls an Anne Rice move and doesn't mention him again til the next book. I'm getting more and more anxious as the pages turn...blast it all!

Whew!

I have an aunt and uncle that live in Australia in Victoria state, which is where the wildfires are. I had emailed them the other day to see just how close the fires were to their home and to make sure they were ok. I got a response back this morning that they are ok and their home is still roughly 20km (or 15 miles) from the fires. She said that they are more under control now and starting to burn out. She also said that the community has really rallied together and everyone is supporting everyone and that listening to everyone's stories is simply amazing. Hopefully she will send me some of the stories so that I may share them with you all. It is nice that in the face of tragedy a community comes together to take care of one another. I am just praying for the families that lost loved ones or everything that they had. I am so thankful that my family is ok.

Getting apprehensive

So my surgery is 17 days away. For those of you who don't know the whole story, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer a couple months ago, and being true to form in my family, I couldn't have the easily treatable and normal one caused by HPV, but one that just popped up for fun called adenocarcinoma insitu. It was removed back in November during my cold cone biopsy, but this particular cancer likes to be sporatic and pop up in other places in the reproductive tract and can hide along the uterine wall. So, to combat this nasty booger, I am having a hysterectomy. This is pretty shocking to most people, but the doctor is recommending it, a couple of my doctor friends are also recommending it because it can become more problematic if it comes back in the uterus. I am pretty much ok with it. I have never really had the desire to be a Mommy, I am prefectly content being an Aunt and spoiling the shit out of my neices and nephew and friend's babies. Im not the motherly type anyways.
I am, however, scared to death. This is considered a simple surgery because it is so common, but one of the problems of working in the health care field is knowing all the things that could potentially go wrong. DVT's, knicking the bladder, PE's, there is just a lot of worries swirling around in my head. I try to stay positive about it, but that fear is always there. To make matters worse, this weekend, when we were driving to a friends house in Lakewood, we were listening to Kevin's favorite (and my least favorite) radio show, Bubba the love sponge...yeah, I know. Well, his guest was a plastic surgeon and they were talking about all kinds of things and one of the jerks that interns there just had to mention when someone is put out but can feel everything that is going on but can't do anything about it. The doctor started to explain how this happens...that basically there are two steps to anesthesia...one to paralyze the body and one to make sure the patient can't feel anything...and sometimes the anesthesiologis forgets step 2. I immediatly asked Kevin to turn it...I was freaking out inside...I don't care if it only happens maybe 2 times per year in the United States...it could still happen and that freaks me out even more. It shocked me that Kevin had no sympathy towards me about this and was actually laughing at me because I became so upset. I didn't speak to him the whole rest of the trip up. I am just thankful that since I worked at the hospital for 5 years, I am able to request my surgical staff right down to the anesthesiologist...sorry Dr. Jung...you may see parts of me you didn't want to before.
The whole insensitivity of Kevin just makes me worry how good of a care taker he is going to be after my surgery...I mean after my biopsy, he left me on the couch with my phone in the kitchen and went deer hunting. Nice guy, I know. After I gave him hell about that, I thought he had straightened up and realized what he needed to do, but now I am worried again.
I don't want to be the over-analyzing, whinny, frightened, damsel in distress...I have always been strong, stong-minded, strong-willed, strong-stomached, and tough. I can't believe how emotional I have become during this journey...all I know is if it isn't over soon, I'm going to turn to mush.

On a bright note, I started the "Twilight" series hoping it would keep my mind occupied, but if I keep reading at the pace I am at, I will have the whole series done in a week! I can't put the damned books down!

Thanks for listening to me whine!

What a Weekend!

This weekend was so exhausting I was looking forward to coming back to work! Anyone that knows me knows that that means my weekend sucked! Friday I got to rent movies (of my choice for once!) and watch them in peace since Kevin was helping our friend Jon put in a heating system at someone's house. But later that night when he got home, it all started. VOMIT. Kevin was sick as a dog. He had somehow gotten the flu. He had it coming out both ends and was as white as the snow outside was. He couldn't keep anything down and ended up spending the night in the bathroom on one of the rugs with a towel covering him. I had already made plans to help my BFF Tiff paint her kitchen, so I asked Kevin if it would be ok for me to leave and he figured it would since I couldn't really do anything to ease his discomfort. So I get to Tiff's house and nothing is ready. I had to sand all the walls and she followed me with a bucket of soapy water cleaning them off. Then we taped, and finally we got to start painting. Only problem, she got an oil based primer. It stunk to high heaven! I had such a headache. We finally get one coat of everything done...we painted the walls burgandy and the beadboard and cabinets a cream color...only she decided she didn't like the initial cream that she bought so we will have to apply at least two more coats of the new color once she picks it out. Kevin only called 4 times during the 6 hours I was there...suprised. Later that night, he fever spiked at 103, he was half dillusional and was really starting to scare me. The fever finally broke and he was able to keep down 7up in small sips, but that was it until Monday. Well, I decided to get groceries on sunday and took Kevin's truck since the roads were a little drifted yet. On the way back, I turn onto my grandfather's road and the tire instantly goes flat. Luckily my lil bro, Jake, saw me and picked me up and took me home to get Kevin. Poor Kevin had to change the tire while heeving the entire time. Poor guy. It just wasn't turning into a great day. To top it off...the snow plow knocked our mailbox over as well...Awesome. I definitly didn't have the luck of the Irish this past weekend. Hope this next one is better!