Dear Blog Friends
Dearest Blog Friends,
I can’t believe what I have to tell you. I’m in utter disbelief myself. So much so that I’m drinking wine on a Monday evening. I’m trying hard not to freak out, to stay strong and to remain calm.
O.K., I’m taking a deep breath…in…out…shit, I’m not breathing.
You see my blog friends I feel horrible that I have to tell you this because you have always been so supportive. At this moment I feel like I’m letting you down but I really need your support so please…don’t run away. I need every once of support I can get.
I know I used to be a funny, bitchy blogger and that lately I’ve become quite depressing but life is like that sometimes. Deep in my heart I’m still that funny, bitchy girl that I love so much…that you love so much. You know me, I keep it real no matter what.
And this is no different…
For the life of me I never fathomed that I’d have to share this news with you again and I’m deeply sorry. I wish I could tell you that I landed that six figure job, but instead I have to tell you something more grim…
It’s a threepeat…I have cancer.
I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to tell you but I always put myself out there, so why would this be any different?
The cancer is different this time…it’s spread to some of my organs. I don’t understand what any of it means except that my cousin, the doctor, kept saying, “Lisa, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Dearest Blog Friends…I realize that once again I’ve left you in a speechless position but would you do something for me? Seriously. If you have made it to the end of this post, whether by feed reader or by stopping by the blog…don’t feel speechless.
Use the comments to tell me one thing…just one thing that you are grateful for today. Even if it’s Peanut M&Ms because I could really go for some Peanut M&Ms right now. The comments are all about gratitude today…
Gratitude…and I’m grateful for my blog friends.
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The Great Birthday Scam
There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn
So it’s early Friday evening and what am I doing? Sitting on the couch in my pink flannel teddy bear pajamas and I feel pathetic. Here I am at age 41, ready for bed at 7:00 pm on a Friday evening. WTF? What happened to me?
There was a time when I was hopping in the shower at 7:00 pm on a Friday evening because the night was just beginning. Those were some crazy days full of big, teased hair…acid washed jeans with big belts and jackets with shoulder pads. Good Lord, everything had shoulder pads. My girlfriends and I all looked like circus freaks, in my opinion. Oh, we were posers too, posing for pictures whenever someone whipped out a camera. Some things are best not to see the light of day ever again…like those pictures.
I remember one Friday night when I was broke and down to $5.00 in my wallet. Since there was no way I was going to miss out on a social outing I concocted a devious plan to drink for free at the bar. I approached unsuspecting males and introduced myself…
“Hi, my name is Lisa!”
The unsuspecting male would introduce himself. I’d then offer a question…
“Guess what?”
The unsuspecting male would indulge me…
“Today is my birthday! Would you like to buy me a drink?”
In all seriousness, not one guy turned me down. In fact that $5.00 I had when I first got to the bar? Well it was $7.50 by the time I left. Someone must have given me money to buy myself a beer and I just kept the change and went on to the next unsuspecting male.
Not everything went off without a glitch though. There was Stu. He was rather insistent on getting my phone number and after about 10 to 14 beers I was adamant about not giving it to him. My girlfriends however had no problem giving writing it down. The next day he called…
Stu asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. When he came to my house to pick me up he had flowers…for my birthday. The only problem was that it was April and my birthday is in December so I was caught in a huge lie. I had conned everyone the night before, including him, into buying me a birthday beer.
When I told Stu the truth he said, “That’s O.K. My name really isn’t Stu, it’s Harry.”
He had me for a few seconds.
Stu and I went on a few dates and dated off and on for a few years. I never played the Birthday Scam again but damn, that was one fun night!
And here I am now…ready for bed at 7:00 pm on a Friday night.
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Well it turns out that NYC Watchdog, lovingly known as Dawg, has declared this blog an Excellent Blog . There was a pageant complete with swim suit, talent and evening gown competition before he declared the winners. I got to wear the tiara! Alright, I made up the pageantry but I didn’t make up the rules:
Note: These are not in any particular order as I was interrupted by a nuclear meltdown that my 8 year old daughter was having over some cotton balls she needed…to make a goat. A goat named “Gertrude”.
I chose the following blogs for various reasons. Some I’ve been reading a few years, some a few month, but each has something different that I relate to with either some great humor or outlook on life.
Without further ado I award the following blogs the Excellent Blog Award:
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