Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Putting it all out there

The first half of this year was terrible. First, I got sick on my birthday, and had to call in sick to work (which doesn't happen too often). A month or so later, I managed to get sick again, this time with an ear infection thrown in for good measure. A mysterious rash appeared on my chest, two bowling injuries(both of which are embarrassing), and another ear infection.
Just when I started to feel better, my grandmother passed away.
Add that to the fire.
When June came around, I told the universe(i.e putting it out there) that since the first half of this year was so sucky, I would appreciate a turn around of events.
Nothing has been happening(which is good) however, I would like to see some happy events soon.
Last week I saw a posting for a dream job in my company.
I am really hoping that the universe is listening.
I don't have all the qualifications they desire, but I am a smart girl. I can follow directions and can ask for help when I need it. I do my job damn well, and know that I could also kick butt in this position.
Fingers crossed.
Incense burning.
Saying prayers.

Friday, January 7, 2011


Cancer scares the crap out of me. It has for years.
There was a point in my life when I was going to do everything possible to reduce my chance of getting skin cancer. So SPF was worn all the time, and if I happened to be at the pool, I sat in the shade. I never bought a big floppy hat, but that's an oversight on my part. I had moles removed, and have been watching new ones grow.
After a few years, I realized I probably wouldn't get skin cancer, but some toe cancer related to size 11 footed women.
Now I realize trying to avoid cancer is like avoiding death. It's going to happen, I just don't know when or how.
That might sound deep and dark, but it's true. Cancer doesn't care that you are a baby or an old man. That you have curly hair or recycle your cardboard.
I know that there are lifestyle and environmental factors that increase your risk of cancer. But plenty of doctors and health care professionals get diagnosed each year.
I know I will drive myself silly with the "what if's" but I would rather face it head on than hiding in the bushes.