I’m home resting in my CCC and watching exceptionally bad TV. A new low – at present I’m catching up on behind the scenes footage of M and my fave go-to show “Naked & Afraid”. I’m also fired up for Jenni Garth and Tori Spelling’s new series which debuts tonight “Mystery Girls.” Set your DVRs!
Watch out people, I’ve nearly hit the ultimate sapphire level at CPMC. They punch my card everytime I come in for surgery. 5 surgeries = an adorbs clear plastic title clutch with swag (with ear plus, face mask and Chapstick!) I’ve heard a rumor that at 25 they give you a pony! Hello old friend
Funny thing while I’ve been counting down the days until my exchange surgery (June 23rd), the little people in my family have been counting down until the last day of school. Both share the same nervous anticipation and dreaded excitement. But what’s interesting to me is how in the last 48 hours since school officially
Many of you might remember my online friend from the East Coast whose fashion blog I was inspired by and who was diagnosed with breast cancer just 4 months before I was. Her own CJ paved the way for me to understand what I was up against and what was coming next. Our emails and
Yep, it’s been awhile and I’ve had a whirlwind spring. Instead of talking about the online auction, spring fashion show and other Foundation related events I had a hand in, or the fact that after nearly 6 years on the Board (and a couple as President), I have “retired,” or my trip with seven 11-year
I finally got my drain out on Monday! Thrilled not to have my co-pilot with me anymore and have the difficult task of having to “accessorize” with it. When I was there, they also did a fill on my left. So I am getting close to being done. Only 2 more fills over the next
Hallmark cards, potpourri, home-made macaroni necklaces aside, Mother’s Day is a sweet holiday and a time to reflect. For many of my close personal friends – and my own mother included – Mother’s Day is a bittersweet reminder that they no longer have their mothers present in their daily lives. As it happens my Nana’s
Time to come clean. I’ve been doing more than my fair share of online shopping under the influence (OSUI). Last week the day after my surgery, I had trouble sleeping, and I was up until 5am. What’s a gal to do after she’s popped a few “Perkies” while she waits for sleep to overtake her?
Day 8 post 3rd surgery people. That means 8 days of living with is uncomfy drain in my side. It’s cumbersome, painful to the touch and you can’t accessorize with it, let alone disguise it. Last night was one of my first public forays with it and I donned what I thought was a completely
Lather, rinse, repeat. My days are blurring into carbon copies of the next. I’m not complaining, not at all. Like I’ve said before, I come from a long line of “resters” and I can hang in my CCC like the best of them. But it’s funny to lose track of days just the same. [See,