Family, Kami, and the Bi-Weekly Crash

I surprised Kevin and the girls Friday night by nabbing Kami for the weekend.  We haven't had her in over a month!  I'm scared to keep her when I'm home alone because of the medications that I take (in case she tries to wake me up or something,) and we have had several weekends of company.  This weekend found my family at home and no scheduled company, so I jumped at the chance.

Being day 3 of a chemo cycle, I was having trouble functioning Friday night when I stopped by mom's, but my brother is in town and I wanted to see what was going on over there.  Slowly, the rest of my clan showed up to be surprised by Kameron running to them.  At that point, I headed home to my trusty recliner.

Kevin and I went to the grocery store yesterday, leaving Kami with the girls.  I made it through the store OK, although still running out of breath easily.  I think that is all due to steroids, and I shouldn't have to take those any more, now that my chemo regimen had changed.  After getting groceries all put away, we headed to Mom's for the afternoon.

My appetite was starting to come back, but fruit is all that sounded good, so I ate a ton of fruit.  LOL  Kevin, my brother Jim, and the others all spent HOURS shooting skeet and targets in the back, while I hung at the house with Kami, Mom, and the other non-shooters.  It was nice to spend a whole afternoon over there, although I feel like such a slug when I barely move from the chair.

By last night, I ate part of a cardboard pizza (am I the only one who calls them that?) and it seems that my appetite is back.  This morning's cereal tasted amazing.  Today is crash day, but hopefully my last crash day. If it's true that I no longer need the steroids, then it should be my last.  I'm hoping that Kami wakes up soon so we can play before I melt into a pile of goo in this chair for the rest of the day.

My brother and his family will head home this morning.  I didn't get to see a ton of them, but it was nice to see them as much as I did.  It's been a long time.  I hate that cancer chemo robbed me of being able to take part in the festivities more, but I'm thankful that it exists.  I hope they get home safely and come back sooner next time.  I'll be ready to hang with the gang by then!

Are You Butt Hurt?

So, I have this weird friend.  That's probably why we're friends.  She is REALLY weird.  What helps the friendship even more is the fact that we've had such drastically different lives and experiences, so there is never any shortage of discussion topics.

This lady regularly shoots rattlers to keep them from biting (probably killing) her dogs.  (More than once is "regularly" to me.)  There is reason I don't live in central Texas.  She used to live in Phoenix, and she is visiting there this weekend.  It's 115 degrees.  There is a reason I don't live in Phoenix.

She has lived in Japan, she has worked a goat ranch, and she is working with a local (to HERE, not to her TX home) winery to make prickly pear wine.  There is so much more that I could fill a post with, but won't.  I told you she was weird.  Wait.  Maybe I meant "cool."

Anyway, a year or so ago, she used the term "butt hurt" about a coworker.  Huh?  She repeated that said coworker was butt hurt about something that had happened at work.  What in the HECK are you saying?  She acted like it was a common term, and I put it in the "Brookeism" column in my mind.  Then I promptly forgot about it for a year or so, unless she'd say it, making me chuckle.

So there is this message board that she and I are both a part of.  It's actually how we met, indirectly.  I finally, yesterday, posted something about the fact that this is something that NOBODY but Brooke would say.  Let me tell you, I think I might be the ONLY person in the WORLD who does NOT say it!  It's turned into a funny conversation over there, but seriously?  Other people SAY that?  I am blown away.

Actually, I might be a bit butt hurt over the whole thing.