Get the mammograms!
I started having mammograms every year when I was 40, because they were part of my employer's required physical. I had no family history, although I did have the risk factors of weight, early periods and no children. I was diagnosed at 49 with advanced breast cancer. I have a less common form of breast cancer that doesn't really form a lump, so it could only be spotted with a mammogram. If it had been found earlier, I could have been treated with a lumpectomy and radiation. Instead, I had a mastectomy and six months of heavy-duty chemo, plus the radiation.
"cluuuuuuuuu!"
Awwww. There was a tiny girl today at Mt. Vernon (I'm still in D.C.) who was humming then saying "Pop! Weasel!" I said, "She's singing 'Pop Goes the Weasel,'" and her mother said, "Oh my god! She is! She's been listening to it."
Best of ~ma to C.
ma~~to C.
DH keeps trying to tell me it isn't time for bed yet. I think he is lying.
I had cake - Deb's cinnamon cake -Savron? ( two words in one sentence that I'm not sure how to spell. ) Plus we had meatball subs made from the leftover meatballs I had put together for the party. mmm...
A friend of DH's gave hime 4 grocery bags ( paper) full of books. I went thru them today. 1 bag of - we've all ready read that. 1 bag of - just too far out of our reading area. and 2 overflowing bags of spy thrillers, serial killers and a bit of scifi. Went to half price books for our 10 dollars - and I walked out with 3 more books ( 2 fantasy , 1 romance) . Right now I have the odd pile next to my bed ( 10-15 books) , 5 boxes, 2 bags, and the books that keep following me home from work. If only we had a blizzard.
Feh. I have to leave work now. They've sucked all the oxygen out and it's stifling, like sitting on the tarmac in an airplane for two hours.
I heard somewhere recently that Blue's Clues has been shown to seriously increase the problem solving ability of kids. Like, to an absurdly statistically significant degree.
Just throwing that out there, since somebody mentioned Blue's Clues.
In other news, I just finished a logical proof of the existence of God. It's interesting. I'd sketch it out but, well, it was a 100 page book most of which was incredibly dense philosophy. The proof itself took about 10 lines, once ALL of the proof's context was explained. Without that, the proof itself is pretty useless.
I'm not sure about all of the arguments that provide the context, though 97% of them make perfect sense. I'll need to mull the other 3%.
The real question is: even if I do come to the philosophical decision that rationally there must be a God, will that actually effect my feelings one way or another? I don't even know.
In other, other news, I saw Avenue Q today (from the front row - go ticket lottery!) and it was hi-larious, and also had more actual plot than I expected. Gershwin Girl (who, by the way, is totally enamored with that nickname - I sent her a slightly edited version of my schmoop) seemed to really enjoy herself, so maybe we'll make trying to get cheap theater tickets a common outing. That would be a yay.
Aw, Hecubus.
May I break with both our custom and {{Hec}}?
Or would you prefer it if I just punch you in the arm or something?
I've just trimmed my hair...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CABILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
In other news, I just finished a logical proof of the existence of God.
Huh. I highly doubt it it a valid proof.
Gershwin Girl (who, by the way, is totally enamored with that nickname
::pumps fist in triumph::
Yes. Yes you do.
I did. And my wife had a vodka tonic waiting for me that was bigger than a cowboy's brass spittoon.
Or would you prefer it if I just punch you in the arm
That'll do. Maybe a slap fight. No thumbwrestling, though!
