My doctor in Atlanta told me to do it twice. And I put it off. Then my new doctor here in Florida told me to do it, and printing out a prescription for it.
Fine. I'll do it. So I made the appointment for my very first mammogram. What a drag it is getting old. Yay!
I went on Wednesday. Everyone was very nice. They give you special stickers. I felt like a dancer at the Cheetah! It was over quick. I am not going to say it wasn't uncomfortable. And I never knew one could maneuver boobies in such a fashion. But it was done, and it went well.
So well if fact that they want me to come back again for another one. They just can't get enough of my boobs. Well, just the left one. There is apparently a asymmetric density in there that they want a better look at. So I get to have an ultrasound, too. Good times.
It's going to be OK. But please, if you get a chance, send out a positive thought for me. I'd hate for anything to happen to my left boob. It's one of my favorites.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Since 1920! Sisters unite!!
I just watched Hillary Clinton give a fabulous speech, urging Democrats and Americans to vote for change, vote for what's right and vote for Barack Obama. She's the first female candidate for president that almost made it. I find that sad, since it's 2008. But we've come a long way, baby.
88 years today in fact!
88 years today in fact!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Night of the Iguana
Or, really, the minute of the lizard.
I live in the land of lizards. They are all over. They are the unseen rustling in the bushes as you walk down the sidewalk. Or they just sit there, almost daring you to step on them before scuttling off. Some are so little, you don't even notice them until they rush away from your oncoming feet. Some are so big, I think they are more closely related to alligators than they are.
But they don't bother me. They scuttle away, or sit there on the sidewalk, watching me pull into a parking spot. The only thing that scares me about them is that one of them will somehow get into the apartment, and I'll have to clean up the remnants of the food chain.
I was leaving my complex on the way to work one recent morning. I was actually dropping off the car at the shop, and getting a ride from there with a coworker. I was right on time. And then, waiting at the stop sign behind a couple other cars, waiting to pull out on to the main drag, I saw it. Right in the middle of my hood was a lizard, staring back at me. He looked puzzled as to why the "ground" beneath him was moving.
I think I might have yelped. It was almost my turn to pull out onto the road where I would go at speeds up to 60 miles an hour (OK, fine. 70). I couldn't, with a clean conscious, let that lizard go flying off my hood, probably into the windshield of the car behind me. We locked eyes. I knew what I had to do.
I rolled out on to Northlake, much slower than I usually do, and eased over to the right lane, so I could pull into the first U-turn area of the median. That 200 feet was probably the longest of that lizard's life. He flattened himself on the hood as I accelerated to 30. Finally, I could pull over.
I jumped out of my car with an old parking lot ticket in my hand. I reached out to scoot the lizard toward the ground and safety. He jumped to the headlight. I scooted him with the card again.
AND THEN HE JUMPED ON ME.
I tried to scoot him off my leg, and he jumped higher. The dance I performed on the side of the road was probably quite entertaining to passersby. He got as high as my boob. My goal was to keep him out of my hair. Because if that happened, he'd be stuck in that mess all day. He finally jumped back on the car before finally leaping to the ground.
And so I was late meeting Sue at the shop. But I saved a life. And I hadn't even eaten breakfast yet.
I live in the land of lizards. They are all over. They are the unseen rustling in the bushes as you walk down the sidewalk. Or they just sit there, almost daring you to step on them before scuttling off. Some are so little, you don't even notice them until they rush away from your oncoming feet. Some are so big, I think they are more closely related to alligators than they are.
But they don't bother me. They scuttle away, or sit there on the sidewalk, watching me pull into a parking spot. The only thing that scares me about them is that one of them will somehow get into the apartment, and I'll have to clean up the remnants of the food chain.
I was leaving my complex on the way to work one recent morning. I was actually dropping off the car at the shop, and getting a ride from there with a coworker. I was right on time. And then, waiting at the stop sign behind a couple other cars, waiting to pull out on to the main drag, I saw it. Right in the middle of my hood was a lizard, staring back at me. He looked puzzled as to why the "ground" beneath him was moving.
I think I might have yelped. It was almost my turn to pull out onto the road where I would go at speeds up to 60 miles an hour (OK, fine. 70). I couldn't, with a clean conscious, let that lizard go flying off my hood, probably into the windshield of the car behind me. We locked eyes. I knew what I had to do.
I rolled out on to Northlake, much slower than I usually do, and eased over to the right lane, so I could pull into the first U-turn area of the median. That 200 feet was probably the longest of that lizard's life. He flattened himself on the hood as I accelerated to 30. Finally, I could pull over.
I jumped out of my car with an old parking lot ticket in my hand. I reached out to scoot the lizard toward the ground and safety. He jumped to the headlight. I scooted him with the card again.
AND THEN HE JUMPED ON ME.
I tried to scoot him off my leg, and he jumped higher. The dance I performed on the side of the road was probably quite entertaining to passersby. He got as high as my boob. My goal was to keep him out of my hair. Because if that happened, he'd be stuck in that mess all day. He finally jumped back on the car before finally leaping to the ground.
And so I was late meeting Sue at the shop. But I saved a life. And I hadn't even eaten breakfast yet.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
George Michael is my God
"I won't let you down, I will not give you up."
I'd been looking forward to it for months. I joined the fan club so I could buy tickets early, my hands shaking when that day arrived, and I became the proud owner of two tickets to see the man I fell in love with when I was 15.
My friend Paige was going to come down from Atlanta for the show. I was very excited to see her, since it had been almost a year. But less than a week before the show, Paige got the trifecta of ear, nose and throat ick, and couldn't fly. Well, the doctor said she shouldn't fly. But, she really couldn't. We were sad, and she was missed.
My friend Trisha was able to step in at the last minute, thankfully, and it was off to the show!
As a little nod to our teenage years, when George's face stared out at me from my bedroom wall, I thought, what could be more perfect to toast the occasion than what we used to drink then! I couldn't believe they still sold them. Yep. Exotic Berry wine coolers from Bartles & Jaymes (Oh, if only they had had the original flavor). Well, we forgot the cooler, naturally, so we had to swing by Publix and settle for Seagram's Berry. Warm. Good times. (On a side note, those things only have 4% alcohol. I think Nyquil might have more. Do you even need to be 21 to buy them?)
Once inside, the people watching began. (well, it started in the parking lot, it just got better inside.) People's idea of concert attire is almost as good as what they consider airplane travel attire.
And then the room went dark, and the crowd started screaming. A light display on stage started, looking like falling rain and stars while George sang "Waiting" from the Listen Without Prejudice album. Then he got to the line, "Here I am!" The stage lit up red, and the man himself appeared.
We all leaped to our feet and didn't sit down for the rest of the show. After a not so brief moment where he enjoyed the adulation from the crowd, he went right in to "Fast Love" and "I'm Your Man." And then, he made my night complete by singing "Father Figure," my favorite George Michael song. EVER.
This was the last show of the tour, so George said we got the party show. And it certainly lived up to the hype. The show was full of old and new favorites, from WHAM! hit "Everything She Wants," songs from Faith like "Hard Day" and, well, you've got to have "Faith." His new songs were met with the same enthusiasm as the old favorites. I love "Amazing," and "An Easier Affair." When he sang "Outside," somehow he was suddenly dressed like a cop. He must have been wearing stripper rip-away clothes over that get-up. It's a little blurry, but it looked like this.
At one point, George apologized for his voice, as he had caught some sinus thing (hmm... and he had just been in Atlanta. Conisidense, Paige?) But did he lip sync? No he certainly did not! He belted out those songs, and showed off his moves, working the crowd into a screaming mass. At a few points, he held up the mike and let us sing a verse, since everyone was already singing along with him. I know I was.
He finished up with two encores. The first was a flawless "Careless Whisper," and then he came back out and asked what we wanted to hear. We all screamed "Freedom!" And that was how it ended. He didn't let us down, and he didn't give us up. This tour was a thank you to his fans for 25 years of support. It was the best "thank you" card I've ever gotten.
I'd been looking forward to it for months. I joined the fan club so I could buy tickets early, my hands shaking when that day arrived, and I became the proud owner of two tickets to see the man I fell in love with when I was 15.
My friend Paige was going to come down from Atlanta for the show. I was very excited to see her, since it had been almost a year. But less than a week before the show, Paige got the trifecta of ear, nose and throat ick, and couldn't fly. Well, the doctor said she shouldn't fly. But, she really couldn't. We were sad, and she was missed.
My friend Trisha was able to step in at the last minute, thankfully, and it was off to the show!
As a little nod to our teenage years, when George's face stared out at me from my bedroom wall, I thought, what could be more perfect to toast the occasion than what we used to drink then! I couldn't believe they still sold them. Yep. Exotic Berry wine coolers from Bartles & Jaymes (Oh, if only they had had the original flavor). Well, we forgot the cooler, naturally, so we had to swing by Publix and settle for Seagram's Berry. Warm. Good times. (On a side note, those things only have 4% alcohol. I think Nyquil might have more. Do you even need to be 21 to buy them?)
Once inside, the people watching began. (well, it started in the parking lot, it just got better inside.) People's idea of concert attire is almost as good as what they consider airplane travel attire.
And then the room went dark, and the crowd started screaming. A light display on stage started, looking like falling rain and stars while George sang "Waiting" from the Listen Without Prejudice album. Then he got to the line, "Here I am!" The stage lit up red, and the man himself appeared.
We all leaped to our feet and didn't sit down for the rest of the show. After a not so brief moment where he enjoyed the adulation from the crowd, he went right in to "Fast Love" and "I'm Your Man." And then, he made my night complete by singing "Father Figure," my favorite George Michael song. EVER.
This was the last show of the tour, so George said we got the party show. And it certainly lived up to the hype. The show was full of old and new favorites, from WHAM! hit "Everything She Wants," songs from Faith like "Hard Day" and, well, you've got to have "Faith." His new songs were met with the same enthusiasm as the old favorites. I love "Amazing," and "An Easier Affair." When he sang "Outside," somehow he was suddenly dressed like a cop. He must have been wearing stripper rip-away clothes over that get-up. It's a little blurry, but it looked like this.
At one point, George apologized for his voice, as he had caught some sinus thing (hmm... and he had just been in Atlanta. Conisidense, Paige?) But did he lip sync? No he certainly did not! He belted out those songs, and showed off his moves, working the crowd into a screaming mass. At a few points, he held up the mike and let us sing a verse, since everyone was already singing along with him. I know I was.
He finished up with two encores. The first was a flawless "Careless Whisper," and then he came back out and asked what we wanted to hear. We all screamed "Freedom!" And that was how it ended. He didn't let us down, and he didn't give us up. This tour was a thank you to his fans for 25 years of support. It was the best "thank you" card I've ever gotten.
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