I feel like absolute shit today.  Total shit.  I feel tired and worthless and useless.  Nothing happened to make me feel this way, I just sometimes do.  Then I started talking to my friend about the Relay For Life.  My best friend donates his time every year as a DJ to play music for an all night walk as people relay to help in the fight against cancer.

Cancer and I simply just don’t get along.  No way.  I know, everyone’s pretty much on par with that.  My grandmother was a beautiful, amazing woman.  I was named after her.  My whole life all I’ve ever heard about was the wonderful things she did and the exceptional woman she was but she died three years before my birth and all of those wonderful qualities she had were never shared with me.

So I come blasting into this world.  I swear my reproductive parts have been at war with me for decades until I finally had to have a full hysterectomy myself.  Now I have to deal with hormonal changes, terrible skin and the constant health problems that started with the operation I had because I was following in my grandmother’s beautiful, delicate footsteps.

I just feel like shit.

Then today happened.

I knew I wanted to write but I didn’t know what.  I know I’m always funny (typically) but this shit going on with the weather is devastating us all and when the Relay For Life was brought up to me again I thought “Hey, I have to have some kind of influence over my community.  If I can get just $5 out of someone I’ll have made some kind of difference, right?”

I’m starting to feel better.  I’m going to walk throughout an entire night in two weeks with a group of friends listening to music played by my favorite karaoke company (so knowing me I’ll be dancing) and I’m going to actually make some sort of difference in a life.

Please help me out.  Please give a donation.  I want to A) Look cool and B) let some other little girl have the chance at meeting her grandmother.

Thank you.

http://main.acsevents.org/goto/momspective

You shouldn’t.  I’m writing.  My mouth is full of coffee.

SO.  This is my best friend Courtney.

She is the most beautiful, upbeat, all-around wonderful girl I know.  Isn’t she white?  Like friggin’ porcelain.  She doesn’t read me so I can go on and on and on about her.  She’s a dancer and makes me look as white as she is.  I’m not even a two-stepper.  I’m a hip shaker.  It’s really all I need to do.  Stripper dance and I’ve got everyone hooked.  Then she comes in and does some crazy shit and throws my hip shaking off whack and I’m left standing there waiting for her to grab me, spin me and dip me.

Back on point before I switch topics completely.  Her entire life she has been haunted by Elton John – glasses and all – chasing her around the world naked.  Bare ass naked.  She made the mistake of telling me and Tim (I have a posse – Sarah, Court and Tim.  The four of us hang constantly and are the best of friends.  We all talk and text and Facebook and Tweet incessantly and have yet to annoy each other.  Give it time) and since then Timothy and I have made it a point to text and tweet her all the pictures of Elton John possible.  This one scared all of us -  IF YOU ARE CONSERVATIVE (why would you read me) OR SCARED OF NAKED ELTON JOHN DO NOT CLICK MORE – (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

That’s the first time all three of my siblings and myself have been together in one location in ten years.  I love them.  My sister is my best friend.  It goes Sanrda, Mark (next to her), Chris (next to me) then I’m the baby.

Explains a lot, eh?

Well let me tell you about part deuce of my shitcation. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

This is what I look like as I'm writing this. Very tired.

Yep.  I’m sitting right now getting my plasma.  When I first did this I expected red vampire blood but I ended up with clear plasma so now I’m a vegan vamp, totally not as cool but whatever – I’ll take what I can get.

I’m sitting here in my recliner with my IV in getting my plasma infused into my body.  Last time I got a bit of an ass kicking for about two days but hopefully this time it’ll be better because I have a full night ahead of me plus I’m flying back to Syracuse tomorrow then leaving Saturday with my kids back home to Charlotte with my boys.  I don’t think I’m strong enough to do that twelve hours straight again, especially after an infusion so I’m going to split it up into two six hour drives and spend a night in Winchester which rocks because it reminds me of the show Supernatural and I totally want to get it on with Jensen Ackles. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)