SOLD!

Just a note to say we sold our house this past weekend. Phew! Thanks for your prayers. I'll never clean again! Just kidding. I actually cleaned it to perfect again yesterday just for me. Not for a showing. Not for company. Gotta go - preslie just threw her bowl of cereal.

Am I SHUT UP?!

A confession.

I had a bit of an obsession with What Not to Wear (on TLC) while I was sick. We didn't even have cable before that, but we figured I had a lot of "couch time" ahead of me so we got it. I used to watch this show back in Milwaukee and liked it but Clinton Kelly wasn't the co-host yet. ANYWAY, I found it again and started tivoing every episode. I feel sorry for everyone who came to visit me. I made them watch it too. I wandered around awake at night (steroids) rubbing my hands in a devious way while I came up with schemes to get nominated for the show. Obviously, nothing came of it, but I'm so glad there was something else for me to obsess over besides cancer all the time.

My friend found out that Clinton Kelly was coming to St. Louis, she got us reservations. He is even nicer in person. He was very gracious and interested and never acted like all of the freaky obsessed women were a bother. So now we're best friends and even have BFF necklaces and plan on going shopping together bi-weekly. Maybe not, but it was a really fun day.

Oh yeah, and here is my hair. It's dark, huh? I don't like when it makes a vampire point like that. I went back and forth about wearing my wig to this, but I thought it would be better if I looked cancery. It got me front of the line again! Cancer really is the gift that keeps on giving. I get a lot of compliments on it but I do not like it. I sometimes feel that people feel a need to say how cute it is to make me feel better. I think I look a little like I like the ladies, woo woo! I think a hairstyle like this takes a lot of confidence to pull off and I'm not really there because I didn't choose it, you know? I blush all day when I'm in public like this. But it is hair and I am grateful!!

Batter up!

Ok, bases were loaded, three balls - two strikes... the bottom of the clichè. Camryn's class was chosen to sing the national anthem at the Cardinals Game last Wednesday. I'm pretty sure they were selected because they were the class that could best sing it to the tune of "Happy Birthday". It was a great game. We beat the Rockies 234 to negative three. We had terrible seats and it was really cold. Doesn't matter, though. It's so fun to just be there.

I look like I'm wearing one of those hats with the fake hair sewn in. Ha ha. I'm getting braver. I've gone out without my wig a few times. Camryn told me to be sure to wear it when I went to eat lunch at her school with her on her birthday. Why? "Because you have the same hair as the boys in my class!" I do.

PHEEEEEWWWWWWWW!

I have been keeping something from you. I've been scared. I have been having trouble breathing the last couple weeks and have had to stop exercising. I couldn't get up the stairs without feeling like I was suffocating. It wasn't like before and that made me feel better but I was feeling a tightness in my chest. I thought it was probably not a big deal but always and probably forever I will have this scary doubter in the back of my head whispering,"cancer is back. cancer is gonna gitcha!" (He is spooky, huh?) Anyway, I went in an got a full scan today and cancer IS NOT back. Phew! I have a condition called Radiation Pneumonitis... maybe not spelled just like that. It's like pneumonia, but not from an infection and it probably won't get worse. It'll either get better on its own or I'll have to go back on steroids (just in time for baseball season!). Let's all pray that it'll go away on its own because I hated the steroids more than anything.

So anyway, now that everything is fine, let's all eat some krispy kremes.

"I look like June!"

That's right, folks. He's potty-trained.

Hard Work

I have been overwhelmed with the amount of work I have had to do every day since our house went on the market. We've had three showings and it is exhausting to try and keep it that clean. I was feeling really sorry for myself last night and the thought came to me - what about the people around you? Have you noticed how much they have had to do lately? How true it is! Take Preslie, for example. Every morning she has to overflow her diaper and soak her bed. Then she has to hurry and eat half a banana, use the other half like a chunky-slimy chapstick and kiss every glass surface in the house. Before the other kids even leave for school, she has to empty their laundry bins - always making sure to shove their underwear in my saucepans in the cupboard. She is very detail-oriented and a hard, hard worker. She makes certain that every bit of her cereal ends up on the floor and that there is always some kind of mystery food in her hair. The cushions must be removed from the couch and the toilet paper from the rolls. It is no wonder to me that she needs a long nap every afternoon and I should stop feeling sorry for myself and my short list of to-dos.

Freezing Garage Sale

We had a freezing garage sale this weekend. It was 30°. People still came! What a crazy place I live. Friday was 68° and that made us hopeful. It was about 50° at 7am when we started, so we were still hopeful. Then it was 30 and too late. Everything was out. Amy Cima was nice enough to do the ultimate solid of letting us have the sale at her house. She has a great location and our realtor wouldn't let us have it here. Now all that stuff is gone. We hauled away everything that didn't sell. I might become a bulimic just because it feels so good to PURGE. Ahhh. Clean house.

It's good that it's clean, too, because there are only 200 houses just like ours one the market in our area right now. Sheesh. I'm not going to get my hopes up. I'm already tired of keeping everything perfect. I feel like those guys at disneyland that walk around with the broom and dustpan waiting for people to drop something. Their job is never done and neither is mine. But at least they get a churro now and then.