Christmas

So, if I do one post per month, that would be 12 posts per year...hummmmm...I can do that! So many interesting things to talk about. Mom is back on her on and doing better...so that opens my life WIDE OPEN...hello world!!! Nice to see you again!

Let's see...watching Alabama beat the crap out of everyone this year has been too much fun....well, maybe not the crap....but they won. The boy and I went to the Auburn Alabama game in Auburn....not a good idea, but hey, our best friends are Auburn fans so we decided to live out loud and went to the Plains. Picture this...the boy graduated from Alabama and is a walking stat of Alabama information. Knows everything....who played when, who scored what, who burped in 1972...you understand??? The fun thing about him though is he doesn't ram it down your throat...he's a quiet guy...has to be...he's married to me. You only see him start when someone says something wrong or he's asked outright. So here we are....in the middle of Auburn...with great friends....they are like my brothers and sisters...love them that much and the fight begins. One of them swears so and so ran 1000 yards in 1985 and Donnie corrects him...what fun to watch my always right husband slay them. They will never live it down and of course....coming back to the RV as winners in the last second....well....it just doesn't get any better. (I've got to stop these dots...) anyway, we got lost coming out of the stadium and walked about 9 miles and were still lost. My sweet, kind, never does anything wrong husband, walks up to a police officer and proceeds to tell him "My wife had cancer and she's worn out...can you take us to the West Scholarship parking!?!?!?!" ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!! Now, he's never pulled the cancer card...EVER. I have...numerous times...like, please get me something to drink honey...you know I had cancer...worked for awhile, but the fam finally got tired of that and well, I don't get to use that often. Anyway, he doesn't tell the man its been SIX YEARS!! Well, I did suffer and all so hey, what can I say. WE put it down as one of our great adventures. The last six years have been full of those!

My Phi Mus have gone home for Christmas...mixed feelings here. I love, love, love them and I enjoy working with them...but I needed a break and I'm sure they did too. Looking forward to new officers next semester! I had to get on to one of them about not showing up for officer training and she writes me a note telling me how sorry she is and says at the end..."I could make a terrorist cry"...WTH? I'm not that bad...plus this kid is like the nicest kid in the whole chapter....love her but you don't do right...you pay the price!

My daughter Brynn is going back to school at 27...so that means I'm going back to school at 51. Yep, she hates history so I've been helping out some. I have to look at everything she writes and help her straighten it out. Why, I don't know...as you can see from my writing, grammer is not my best subject. We have a B. Yea

I've changed my name

I never liked Pink Survivor....just threw it in there for the time being until I found something I liked better...so, this is it. No Grits, No Glory. I've told my kids their whole life, No Guts, No Glory...it was our war cry as we went through the ups and downs of daily life in a small Alabama town. This is more like me...so, I am now NGNG!!

There is only so much of me....people!

Why is it, that every time I think I have my life like I WANT it....someone comes along and screws it up?? I'm a homebody....I don't like to go places unless I'm the one who decides we're going...yea I know...bitch...but I want to GO HOME at the end of the day....I don't want to be on a committee, I don't want to help with ANYTHING....I want to be left alone to be a lazy slob at home.

Now the next two weeks are nothing short of OVERWHELMING....my fault you're all saying...yea I know but why did I have to live in the same town I sent to college? Homecoming comes around and my house is the place to be....bed? who the hell cares??? food...Pam will buy it....I mean WTH?
I did agree to be the adviser for my sorority...but I really enjoy that....takes my mind off all the adult stuff I have to deal with. I'll be on the road this weekend, meetings twice this week...cleaning the house at some point....I'm tired

It's my birthday and I'm old as hell

Could I really be turning 51 in 34 minutes?? How in the world did I get here? In my mind, I'm still 18 but the body feels like 103. That's what happens when you survive cancer...they almost kill you to save you and you never ever feel the same....that's ok though, believe me! I'll take whatever God's willing to give me to be here with my sweet husband.

Back to the birthday....51? WTH?? I'm sliding toward 60! Me 60...it just doesn't make sense. I'm young!!! I'm not a fossil!!! Yet, my daughter takes great joy in reminding me how old I'm getting. At 5:00 AM, she will be calling me and singing Happy Birthday. Of course, it will be 6AM at her house but who's counting! I love it....her Dad and I do the same to her on her birthday...it's just a tradition in my family....Now, If I called my son and sang Happy Birthday to him, he would drive to my house and probably check to see if I've lost my mind. He hates that kind of thing and he's 28 so I guess I understand. Now old Hank was born mad....pinky swear....the boy just has that kind of personality. He's ill tempered ALL THE TIME. When I had cancer, he would not come into the house. He would stand outside my window and talk to me on the beep beep. He just doesn't react the way Brynn, her Dad and I do. But I love him to pieces...I just have to say it differently.

Back to the birthday...WTH?? I mean really! I'm mighty proud to have made it this far, especially after the big C but I don't want to age anymore. I want to stay here. I love where I am in my life right now. I'm stronger, happier and tougher than I've ever been and it's the age! You get to a certain point in your maturity where you just don't take anymore crap from people. Brynn says I have the evil eye now....as she says....I've seen you slice someone up with a look. In my line of work, that's a pretty cool talent to have.

Down to 25 minutes...I'm off to bed so I can get up tomorrow and enjoy the start of another blessed year from God....he's cut me 5 more years than I thought I had, so who's complaining!!

Kill me now and shoot me later

That's right...I want to die before the flu kills me....three days of this mess and I am at the end of my rope...someone should write a book about why the flu happens to good people...I'm good...I've had cancer...I shouldn't have to get the flu...it should be a law...oh well...I've bullied the computer long enough....I'm going back to sleep

Sunday night countdown

I love Sundays, but around 7PM I starting remembering that I have to work the next day...that sucks...although I do love the people I work with so that does help somewhat....Hope you all have a blessed week...all 0 of my fans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL

Football Saturdays

I love football in the South...there is nothing better this time of year and while Donnie and I go to lots of games....I think the best games are ones spent at home with him watching the game, pigging out on junk and spending time with each other. The last four years, we've been going to lots of FSU games because our niece, Taylor, was a coed cheerleader. We had the most fun going to the games with Becky and Tommy, chillin out and watching her having the time of her life, doing something she loves....such a cool kid.

Now we're back in Alabama every Saturday, supporting Troy and Alabama. Donnie graduated from Alabama so life has to stop when they are playing. I have a secret to tell about Alabama football but I can't yet...I've been sworn to secrecy!!

My husband decided to throw me under the bus this morning...as if life hasn't been kicking me in the teeth lately!! We own a tent business and also rent tables and chairs. This is a side business but this time of year is pretty hectic. He puts up every tent we own. So today, UAB rents a huge one from him and also 35 tables. He decides that we must put table cloths on each 8 ft. table. He drops me off and says here's some tape...don't forget to tape them down....now, the wind is blowing a cool 35 miles per hour and I'm standing there with 35 tablecloths, a roll of tape, scissors and a really pissed off attitude. For those of you who know me, I'll rather cut off my nose to spite my face than give in so the next 2 HOURS I am fighting wind, paper, tape and misting rain. When I got through, I could have killed him and no jury in the State of Alabama would have convicted me....NONE.

He needs to be real careful because when he wakes up in the morning he may have packing tape on some areas that are really going to upset him....just sayin

Wynny and Weezy and what not to do at Pet Smart

Banned from Pet Smart....for life!
Traveling with 2 wiener dogs that weigh 42 pounds between them is not unlike peeling your fingernails off with a rusty knife. Donnie and I decided to go to Atlanta to see Brynn and thought it would be fun to take the dogs. We left a 5AM so we had to wait until we got to Atlanta to go to Pet Smart to get them collars that fit. They're fat...what can I say. Weezy (my little baby) also has a head smaller than her neck so just a regular collar is out. I also don't like regular collars because they choke. So after getting lost, which makes Donnie's voice go up 9 octaves, we find one. He's in a hurry and somewhat ill from riding in the car with them....these dogs fart ALOT....must have been the boil peanuts I fed them the night before.

Anyway, so we go into to Pet Smart and are stopped (because they aren't on a leash) and are given a blue leash to loop around their necks....first mistake. Now Weezy is like those goats that fall over and pretend they are dead....that's exactly what she did when we walked in....I had to pick her up which pull 14 muscles in my back. Meanwhile, Wynny (the bitch) is barking at EVERYTHING!! This includes cats, ferrets, other dogs, no matter what size and small black children. I'm sure these children will be in therapy for the rest of their lives after seeing their lives flash before their eyes through the fangs of a nasty tempered wiener dog.

We hustle over to the harness section...me dragging Weezy like a dust mop and Donnie trying to cover Wynny's mouth so no one dies. We get there and just start snatching down harnesses. Weezy faints again and Wynny breaks loose and goes for the small child SCREAMING at the end of the aisle. We finally just drop to the floor and put them in our laps. I've noticed that employees are walking by checking to see if their is a lion loose in the store and whispering to each other. We each have a harness and neither one of us can figure out how to put the stupid thing on and even if it's big enough. Weezy now weighs 80 pounds because she's DEAD WEIGHT. I roll her off my lap onto the floor and she starts SCREAMING like a little girl....I swear the dog sounded human. This brings another rush of employees to see what we are killing when Wynny once again tries to kill ANYTHING that is breathing. Of course, I wanted Weezy to have a pink collar so when I finally got it on she just slumped to the floor and would not move...not even her eyes. Donnie has a red one on Wynny and we decide, what the hell, let's just get out of there. He runs to the register and starts paying for the collars...mind you he has pulled the tags off because neither one of us is going to take those things off. I'm sitting on the floor near the entrance trying to keep Wynny from being arrested when this man walks over and tells me that we probably don't need to bring our dogs back in the store because they just aren't well behaved....so I let Wynny go....and that's why we won't be going back to Pet Smart.

Fridays are my cocaine

Because I know what's coming.....FOOTBALL, being home with the boy, the pups, watching movies, reading, seeing friends and the list goes on and on! No one is going to call me on the phone and WANT something. The hardest thing I will do this weekend is putting those crazy Phi Mus on a bus to date party and if one, just one of them shows up drunk, then it's all the way live....I'm kinda hoping one of the pledges will be dumb enough, but I may have to find my jollies somewhere else. I always love to see them dressed up and showing off with their dates...of course the dates are animals...they just don't seem to get the fact that when they are my age, they won't remember who they dated that first year and they sure won't have kept in touch over the years. Now their sisters...they will always know what they're doing and will be involved in their lives...just can't get it across to a few of them that boys don't matter.

Last year when I took over as adviser, they went to a date party at the Montgomery Zoo...and I bet you can't guess what happened??? Yep, one of the boys tried to climb the fence into the lion cage. I kinda wish he had made it...I've never seen an idiot mauled by a lion...but I digress. This year they are going 50 miles away to a place that I don't really know anyone. That's a blessing. I just hope they are safe and take care of each other. Of course, if they throw up they get fined $100...I'm telling ya, I throw up, I'm going to tape my mouth shut before I give up that kind of money! Somebody always does though and then they get mad and feel like they are getting picked on. You kinda are...you got drunk and showed your butt and now we're rich!

Well, off I go to the"Hill" to put my girls on a bus....pray they don't get arrested cause I'm not going to get them out!

Suprise...2 days in a row

Pick yourselves off the floor all 0 of you who read this blog....two days in a row! Still in Atlanta and getting ready to go back to the reality of my life. Mom survived without me this weekend and I got some much needed rest. If you don't count the pups barking a pen full of rabbits CONSTANTLY...I rested. Now for the 4 hour ride home. Most people think that's a normal ride but I live in Mayberry and anywhere I want to go in Troy takes 10 minutes TOPS! The way I drive usually much shorter.

We did go to an amazing church this morning. Praise band and everyone had on jeans...my kind of church. Being Baptist I'm not use to such sacrilege but I loved it and I'm sure I'll refer back often this week to the message. I love my church but gosh it's stuffy...if some of the older people in my church had seen what I saw...they'd be on life support at the Edge of Death (our small town hospital).

So I'm off to return to the land of responsibility....if anyone is reading...hope your week rocks!

Fat dogs

Well, Well, Well

So, here I am...3 months later and I've discovered I'm a liar...yep....I was going to blog EVERYDAY, but did I....oh no.....fighting cancer can be a bitch and I just ran out of time to do all the things I love to do. Mom comes first and I'm happy to say she is cancer free at the moment. I say at the moment because you just never know and being a cancer survivor myself, I know to take it one day at a time. I haven't been to church all summer which is why I suddenly feel like such a beast. It's amazing how not staying the word will get you a front row seat with Satan....him laughing and me tugging to get away. He sure makes things easier NOT TO DO!!!! But he'll lose...he always does. God always has his hand on me...I just haven't been holding on back. Hopefully, next couple of weeks will find me where I need to be! I'm really going to try to keep blogging...we'll see!

I'm dancing as fast as I can!

It's amazing to me how fast life can creep up on you....like cancer. Now that Mom has been diagnosed with lung cancer, I can't seem to get a toe hold on my life. Everything is moving fast and I feel like I'm hanging on by my fingertips. Our first treatment was today...and yes I said OUR. When someone you love has cancer, everybody in the family has it. A caretaker has to throw themselves into taking care of everything involved in caring for the family member who is actually getting chemo and radiation. My Mom was soooo tired today and even though I'm 30 years younger, I felt like I had been hit by a truck too. Why must a doctor ALWAYS be late to an appointment???? One hour and 45 minutes we waited for this guy to walk in and tell my Mom she is beautiful. Yes....he did. For those of you who don't know my Mom, this is dangerous. She can't stand to be treated like an old lady even though she's 80. Talk to her straight or get out of the way. Chemo only took an hour and 20 minutes and then we had to wait 2 and 1/2 hours for radiation....What could possibly have taken so long? I know we are not the only ones in the cancer center, but COME ON!!!!! I need to organize these people

Now that cancer has been added to my life, I need to re-learn how to balance treatments, decisions and road trips into my daily life...thank goodness my kids are grown...now if I can just start sleeping again! I'm going to try to start blogging every day...here's to adding ONE MORE THING!!!

Busy, Busy Weekend!!

It seems that life should slow down somewhat at 50, but my life seems to be picking up! Maybe it's because being Phi Mu adviser keeps me busy, happy and busy again...Yesterday we had our fundraiser which we call Grand Slam. It's a softball tournament of mostly fraternities but lots and lots of people of all kinds. Today was parents day and I got to meet so many of the parents. I love looking at how much the girls look like their Moms. They are all so cute and seemed so proud to have their parents with them. Tomorrow I have to go for my 6 month check up for breast cancer...hopefully, it will be good news and I can see about Mom on Tuesday. Anyway, I'm off to clean the kitchen and hit the sack so I won't fall asleep driving!!

Every day is a good day

Hi and welcome to my blog....I'm a 50 year old breast cancer survivor, very happily married, mom to two and I am owned by two red shorthaired doxies. God is the center of my life and my anchor! How lucky can one person be!