Itchy fingers

We seem to go in spurts in this office regarding office theft.

A few weeks ago, it was earphones and chargers.This morning I noticed my I
phone charger is gone.I would pray to Saint Anthony,but I KNOW where I had
left it on Thursday….

I guess it will come to the point of bringing in pencil and eraser and
two Tropicana orange juice cans and string for a phone.




November will mark my 20th year since my diagnosis of my first cancer.

The flu shot I got on Friday is probably the 19th of my post cancer

The cold I have had since yesterday?

My first post flu-shot ever.**sigh**

I have run the gamut of allergies and unfortunately, what I have
now is a plain old, run-of-the-mill, head cold.

Timing with the flu shot? I hope coincidence. The fact it is autumn
now? Summer colds suck, but guess what? Autumn ones aren’t much better.

Beauty of a day

…and we have tons to figure out.

Why is it when the weather sucks in February, we’ll have a finished house
and say…now what?

We went to buy some Mums this morning and it is a beautiful autumn day,
and the girls and I have been out for a few walks and they went with
us out for the mums. I kind of feel like going down to the bay, but we
are being mellow, so we are kicking back just a bit.

Tomorrow?( We agreed tomorrow…lol)

We have to go to Home Depot and Lowes,check out more vitals for
Undisclosed Deux, and eventually head back up.

Yay Autumn!

It’s groundhog, er, flushot day…..

It happens every year.

I’ve made Shingleman go for flu shots with me since he ended up in emergency for the first two years we were married with the flu….

Our local hospital has a free flu shot program every year and we go: with my cancer history and compromised immune system I must have one, and Jim, because he just has to go because I am not paying a copay to the emergency room when he gets it.

It’s a little on the bittersweet for me this year, since, hopefully, next year, we
will be in a different hospital area…one door closes, another one opens…

Uh, Miss Sex and the City shoes??

I was on the bus this morning and decided to get off and get on the train.


I went on the train and this is what I saw….


How can you all wear this shoe when I can see your toes and the top of the opening? How does it stay on your foot?

Don’t these shoes hurt your feet? I mean,do you have your sneakers hidden somewhere?

***wincing while looking at this picture***

God bless you but I’ll bet your days of flat shoes are coming around the corner.

Emmy Awards for Behind the Candelabra

Well, when I first saw the HBO show,I was intrigued by it.

After all, i was a nice Polish girl whose folks always enjoyed
his music.The historian in me was intrigued in the behind the life
scenes and story. It was truly a love story with its’ ups and downs
and they played that they were both truly in love with each other.

Steven Soderburgh won for director and his work behind the camera was
awesome. I was familiar with this work from the remakes of Oceans 11,
12 and 13.

Congratulations to Michael Douglas and Matt Damon on a job well
done. I can’t wait to see it again.


I feel as though I have stayed too long at the campground.

The area we spend 2 days and nights in is small. There is no room to put anything else in.
Yet Shingleman wants to bring another tomato box in to store things…**smh**

I have said all along this was a Shingleman project and indeed it is.
To paraphrase Shakespeare, all the wives and fur children are merely players.

If I have one more person tell me how exciting a new house is……

I just am up to here with the lack of translation. I have learned its like whisper
down the lane.What I tell Jim somehow becomes something different to the contractor,
yet alone what the sub-contractor hears.End result? The two of us stumbling around
all stressed out.

It’s a one-time chance to get a new home and yet even with compromise and barter
I secretly long for the house we knocked down, which I though was fine.But we fast
forward to the new home being built.It will be a nice home.It’s not what I wanted,
but I have to accept it. I can only pray that there is a little piece of me
reflected in it.



For all my menopausal friends out there…

If you have been following my recent biopsy….

1. No cancer.
2. Fossamax/Boniva strikes again

The white spot on my palate was not cancer but it would appear that, true to its current
advertisement, if the medication prevents bone loss, evidently, it can cause your jaw
to wear down.

The white spot was bone!

I always wondered about the 5 miles of warnings that they squeezed in 10 seconds on an ad.
Hmmm…now I know why!

Thanks to all of you for your good wishes.

I am still here….for now!


So I have one more day to go before my biopsy tomorrow.

You would think with the amount of cancers I have fought, I’d be old
hat at this. But I am NEVER get used to hearing the words,
you never shake the fear of going for biopsies,you never lose the
angst while sitting on the end of the chair waiting for results.

I realized twenty years ago that cancer would always have a part in my
life.I have resigned myself to that fact. It’s just that it wears you down.

Toothless Cyberspace-the dental saga contnues

So I went for a dental check up to my old reliable dentist yesterday.
You know, cleaning,check-up, the whole nine yards. But I had a spit ball thrown at
me during the visit.

I have an appointment Friday morning with an oral surgeon for a BIOPSY on the roof
of mouth.Very happy that my old dentist caught it. My question is why didn’t
the state of the art dentist catch it? God knows he was racking up enough dollars
and was working right there.And if I can prove it went back to last fall, well,
cyber dentist can get ready to meet cyber lawyer.

Prayers and good thoughts will be highly appreciated on Friday…
I’ll keep you posted.


Good Football game

So we watched our hometown team at our neighbor’s house yesterday:in hindsight,
I said we probably should have went straight home and they would have won.
It was a nice time to kick back with friends and hurl **expletive deleted**
at the screen in unison.

The girls got a good healthy walk at halftime from Mom, so we walked and got
exercise.They admitted to me that they wanted us to leave because they refused to
eat their food until we got back.

Topped off the evening with Miss America viewing**spoiler alert** and although I
was rooting for Miss Oklahoma, Miss New York won.

Now back to the grind…. have a good day!

Football Sunday

I normally root for one collegiate football team.

Professional football I can watch, but it really doesn’t rock my world.
This season my hometown’s team has a new coach.Call me a fair-weather fan,
but we have one win under our teams’ belt.End result of this? We are
going to try to watch the first quarter at a place known for the golden
arches-after all,we are sans electric…lol…at least until Undisclosed
Deux is done its’ construction.

We’ll have some good walking in this sweatshirt weather today, as after
scouting the long-range forecast, next weekend is allegedly in the 80’s.


Enjoy your Sunday!

Breezy Saturday

A front has moved in..thank God!!!!

We are enjoying 60-ish weather, and actually wearing sweatshirts at night..great break for us heat haters.

The girls are hanging outside enjoying the air, and I am happy to report that Zush’s panting has died down considerably.

We are off for Mass and to enjoy dinner with friends later on..enjoy your weekend!



I make sick calls for my Church, bringing Communion to those who can’t make it to Mass.

Last night I stopped first and saw my buddy Sue. What a rough visit.

Her condition is going downhill.Her husband, although he probably knows it, doesn’t say it.
So when he is out of the room talking to my husband, Sue and I talk about a lot of things.
Basically we talk about dying.

Her quality of life is getting poorer by the day. She was speaking of how she can’t get in
the car and ride any more.She can’t walk Eby, her dog.As ahe speaks to me, the tears fall
from her eyes. Her degenerative brain disease obviously hasn’t gotten to her emotions
yet, although she told me yesterday her eyes are starting to fail.

I did manage to make her laugh though.

We talked about her leaving and eventually seeing her family again, as is the belief or
the faith we share.I told her that one day I would come to see her and she wouldn’t be
there.I looked at her straight in the eye and asked her who’d have the last laugh?

She said she would, of course….and we both started laughing.

Hold a good thought , or say a prayer for Sue if you would, please.
It’s rough,leaving one spot behind.

Thanks…appreciate it!


How did this ever happen?

Ok, I’ll admit it.
I bitched and moaned about waiting in the heat for the bus.
Once you got on, it wasn’t bad when the air-conditioning was
working. But this morning, I had a shocker….


I know, advocate for fall and cooler weather that I am, I
was willing to embrace the new season..I just forget the
extra volume of school kids on a bus. I leave early in the
morning and they are STILL on the bus.Before you say it,
yes, I was a kid on a bus once a century ago, but…



Draining Emotion

I remember once upon a time ago, around the time that I was getting married, seeing
a list of the events that are stressors in people’s lives. Moving, marriage, divorce,
illness, you get the idea.

While trying to fall asleep this morning, I was thinking about stressors. I was wondering
if I am considered weak for admitting I have stressors: am I supposed to be a good
soldier and take it as it comes.

It seems like the victim in this equation is emotion.It’s as if you aren’t allowed to
cry when you rip a house apart, when you throw something sentimental out: you are just
supposed to do it.I consider myself a strong woman but there is only so much strength
you can hold on to.You have to mourn, you have to remember, you take this and go forward.

Here’s hoping.


Back in the Saddle Again

Oh the glorious memories of a vacation…..sand, puppies, trees, sunshine.

Oh the reality!

Phone calls, phone calls with no return numbers, paperwork redux with the
department, feels like I am back on the proverbial snipe hunt.

Jim gets to go down to the house this afternoon, to meet with the builder,
plunber, electrician, contractor, etc. Lucky guy!

At least I got a free iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts because the Philly
football team, the Eagles, won their game.

It’s not all bad.


Back to the dentist

If you recall from a prior post, I left my “old” dentist and started using
Jim’s. After having the experience of looking through my mouth and hearing
the cash register go off, I left him at years’ end, much poorer for the

In the meanwhile, I have had his handiwork “flare-up”, so what’s a gal to
do? I have an appointment with my old dentist today,who hopefully can go
and dance around the alleged high-tech solutions and just use common
horse sense to get my mouth straight.

What have I learned from this experience?

Quite frankly,if it “ain’t” broke-don’t fix it!

Back to bittersweet

My “vacation” is almost over.

I was here watching the workmen and what they do and how professionally they did it.
Although I won’t be here Tuesday, it appears that shingles on the roof are scheduled
to make an appearance on Tuesday. The cornfield is gone: it truly is looking like a
house in the making.

I need to go back to mom’s house and clean and pack things up. Things need to be
distributed, packed thrown away, but the nice part of being up there is we get it done a little at a time.The only hard part is that it truly emotionally exhausting.

My eye is on the prize though, and with God’s help, I will deal with whatever I need to
to get on down to my new home.



It’s Saturday and guys are working on putting the plywood on our roof.


We have to go get some breakfast, though;I have to get some medicine in me.
The post-nasal drip is turning into a hell of a smokers cough: it sounds like I’d walk a mile for a camel…lol. Not necessarily the sound I want to come from these lungs of mine.

We are off later to see my friend B, who currently is at a few Undisclosed places above ours.
I am looking forward to that because I haven’t seen her in a few years, and although Facebook is nice, in person is better.

Enjoy your Saturday!


Macho men

This morning, I am sitting outside watching the workmen move lumber around.

I’ve been watching the HGTV shows and it’s incredible that actual workmen
working on YOUR project have no correlation to the tv shows.I am laughing
to myself as I type this, because,if a television camera were focused on
these guys now…lol.

The house is taking shape,the rafters are in place and we are waiting for
Dad to come down to be with us so he can see what’s going on too.The one
guy lifting boards stops and rearranges them, then counts them, then…you
get my drift.

I intend to savor the last three days of my vacation, especially since it
has gotten a little cooler, and just breathe!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Meanwhile down at the farm….lol

The girls and I made it down here yesterday, thanks to Daddy,who has to stay up and work for a day or two more.

We had a good night, and managed to stay tucked in until 4:30am, when we universally agreed it was time for an early morning walk. It was awesome. The quietness of the woods and shore, the crickets, and the brightness of the stars made it worth being alone with the girls in nature. It goes without saying that we had a flashlight just in case there were four-legged critters**read raccoons**coming out from the woods.

Now we are back tucked in again, until the workmen come in a few hours to start banging away on the rafters.

Outside of the fact we miss Daddy, life is good.


Wednesday Update

The girls and I are hanging around trying to get our day started.

We had a good night and morning, with the advent of the cool front,or Zush off her meds, or a combination of both. Now if I could only get the weather to cooperate, well, the grey in my hair would cut down considerably.

It is a good week to be on vacation. We are enjoying the quiet of the neighborhood, and will probably return back to Undisclosed De

ux later today.It’s kind of funny though, because,you really don’t mind the city when the weather cools and the kids are back in school.

It is a little rough getting started though, because behind the Candelabra is on HBO again. It’s so funny, knowing Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones are separated now: as I mentioned in a previous blog-Douglas does such a convincing Liberace, in my opinion, that I’d be wondering about him when he came home if I was his spouse….loll

A Happy New Year to my Jewish friends and to all of you, thanks for good thoughts and prayers for the Zusher. I appreciate it!


Praying,waiting and watching…

The trip up for Zush had the vet telling me that Zush has to be watched.

We have to stop one med and watch her.As it gets a little cooler this week, we’ll
see if there is any change.Hopefully there will be, God willing. If not,down to
the vet we go on Monday morning.

Managed to get some laundry done and have issues perking that are right on
time to keep my head weighed down even more. All a part of life, I guess. I
made sick calls for Church, only to be told my buddy is now sleeping half a day.
Just the kind of stuff to break your heart.

Hopefully,the shore will pick us back up, at least for a little while.

**Fingers crossed**


Happy Labor Day

Unfortunately, with Zush not feeling too well and now I am a little under the weather,well…

We are going to recoup back at home for two days, maybe schedule a vet visit, and come back on Wednesday. Zush is ok as long as she is in cooler air or air-conditioning, but I am hacking, running nose, watery eyes, so I think a little medical stay might be the ticket. Somehow, being down here with both girls and guys sawing at 7am, well…you can deduce the rest.

Happy labor day: we’ll check in with you along the way!

Wasted Day of Emotion

I wasn’t in good shape today.

My Zosia girl is 12 years old, and the heat and humidity at Undisclosed was getting to her. The internet, being a curse and blessing, had me looking up symptoms on-line and I, quite frankly was losing it. I had no motivation to do anything today but to be by her side.

It is amazing how conscious you can be of loss, or impending loss,as I felt when my parents were leaving me.I know Zush now tends to have issues like she had today: doesn’t make things any easier for me though.

I just keep praying that I have my best bud around for a few more years. Yes I know it’s selfish but the loss would truly go down to my core.

Hold a good thought and prayer for the Zusher- she gives so much good karma and happiness to people, I am hoping she gets to do it for a bit longer.