Wide Awake

You guessed it! It is 3:34am and I am wide awake; which sucks. I love my sleep, and I need my sleep. Oh well, I guess I will Facebook stalk, blog, and plunder through the rest of the wonderful world of the internet.


So, yesterday was my wonderful husband's twenty-seventh birthday. He woke up to a beautiful little card waiting for him in the bathroom to start his day. He was then greeted with a Big Green Egg yesterday evening. That is, after my tire blows out on the four-lane while I am on my way to get the dang thing. Yep, that has never happened to me before. I walk around the vehicle a few times. I sit there. I look like I know exactly what I'm looking at- not! Finally, after all the passer-byers pass me right by, my uncle shows up to change it. I get safely back on the road, spend a ridiculous amount of money at Little Acre, spend much less at Sam's Club, and homeward bound I go. Even though Joseph knew all along about the Green Egg, he was so tickled to get it on the porch last night. It still is not out of it's box just yet, but I don't see that lasting much longer. I did not go wild over all of the accessories they offer. I just got the essentials to start off with: the egg itself, fire starter, lump charcoal, and a poker/cleaner thing the lady said is just a "must". I am looking forward to many scrumptious creations prepared on that thing in the very near future!


It seems that as I was out yesterday, everyone I spoke with (young & old) wanted to talk about the "c" word. You know, the "c" word. Yes, cancer. Ugh. I know people are curious with many questions since I am now part of the cancer club, but my cancer is not that interesting. I mean, people want to hear me say how awful it is and all that jazz, but on most days, you're just going to get an, "I'm fine," or something along those lines. And then the strangers: some politely ask me why I cut my hair off, some are educated enough to go ahead and ask if I am going through Chemo, but others just stare and whisper- grown folks I might add. I mean, I have already heard my fair share of comments from children walking by in Wal-Mart of whatever, but I have also heard my fair share from adults. I guess I really should not complain about people being curious, but I guess some questions and comments are just so offensive or unnecessary to me. Or maybe it's because I don't really realize how deep into the "cancer club" I really am. It is very strange to me to have so many people thinking of me and how I am progressing with my treatments. I guess I should probably quit complaining about the questions and be more thankful for all of the prayers and support, huh? So please remember, be kind and gentle with your words; especially when you think no one else is listening.