The C Word

Well I can't sleep, so I thought I'd come downstairs and blog instead. Tomorrow is the dreaded day. Or rather, it all starts 6 hours from now. I have to be at the hospital at 6:15 a.m. Whu-h?? That's two whole hours earlier than my scheduled 8:15 surgery. Everyone knows that I live to sleep. I love my sleep. I need my sleep. So, why can't I sleep? Isn't it obvious....um yeah, I'm a little freaked.

Here's the plan. My surgeon will go in there laporascopically to remove my large left ovarian tumor. But first, he'll take a good look around and send a sample of it to pathology. If there is cancer present then he'll open me up and perform a complete hysterectomy. It won't come to that. (fingers crossed) The odds are all in my favor that this is benign. Still...I'm freaked. I just want it over-with already, for Byron and the kids sake. Understandably, it's taking it's toll on us all. Also, I'm sorta a little nervous that I will get there, (to the hospital) get all checked in, just to have them discover that my electrolytes aren't high enough and send me home with a rescheduled surgery date. That would really bite, and shouldn't be the case since I've been popping K-lyte tabs (gag) and drinking gatorade all day long.

Okay, so there it is in a nutshell.

Thanks for all of the good energy, vibes and prayers coming my way from all of my family and friends. You all know that I love the attention! Also, please add my Grandpa Romero to your good wishes list...he has just started kidney dialysis. I've been thinking so much about him and my Grandma lately. Oh how I miss them and the west coast....and my grandma's homemade beans and tortilla's and tamales. Ah yes, and another nice memory just popped into my head. Whenever I would leave my Grandma's house, she would always call out ....."Via Con Dios." (meaning...Go with God) What a nice comforting memory to end the day with. Time for bed.

(honk-shoo)

Stitch AND Bitch

I didn't go to Stitch and Bitch today. I was nearly all ready to go, but then lost all motivation while trying to pick out an unfinished knitting project to take. It's a daunting task for me. It needs to be a Can I knit this and talk at the same time, kind of project? They call it stitch AND bitch for a reason, right? I mean, just the name alone demands that you be a multi-tasker. Problematic for moi. I think they should change the name to Stitch OR Bitch. Then at least us multi-tasker challenged people would have a choice, right? Although I must admit, that given the choice, I'd probably just end up complaining about having to decide between the two. Hmmmmm......I wonder?..... Will the grass always be greener on the other side? (and just as hard to mow?)

Eating Cake

My Darling daughter turned 7 last week. She's my baby and she is growing up. hmmmmmmm. A little happy, a little weepy, a lot emotional. And we haven't even started talking about me yet. She's definitely got "high maintenance" written all over her. Wonder where she gets that from????? Ahem...

So, ever since my oldest son's first birthday, every year, my husband Byron has made a special cake for each of our three childrens birthdays. I bake the cakes - and then he stays up to all hours of the night artistically applying the frosting and embellishments so that the kids wake up on their birthday excited to look at Dad's edible creation. Warning: black frosting stains skin and teeth for about three days. Don't try this at home kids. So, here is the "Baby Bratz Dolls" cake he made. ('cause it's all about Bratz dolls these days) Side note here - I have a hard time digesting the baby bratz. The dolls, that is. Certainly not the cake.

Branching Out

Well here it is. My "branching out scarf." My very first lace project.This is obviously still a work in progress. Shortly after this picture was taken,I messed it up. Real bad. Tried as I did to make it right again, I only succeeded in

making it worse. So I took it over to my stitch and bitch girls and Meleah so selflessly used a good portion of her very rare (these days) knitting time to frog it back for me and Connie taught me how to insert a lifeline with the help of Christine's needle. Woo-wee! I am up and running with "Branching Out" again. Thanks girls. I used misti alpaca for this and yes although it looks amazingly like the Cashsoft Aran I used for Clapotis. It is not. And yes, this too, I am allergic. My curse in life. I'm destined to work only with acrylic yarns if I don't want to suffer. Ah phooey!