Sh*t! And here I thought I had cleaned up my potty mouth. At least I started putting that cute little * in place of a letter in the cuss word. Taking into consideration that one of my categories IS a cuss word, I guess it could be worse. I urge all my friends to try this! Please! One of you has to have a higher score than me.

I lifted this off of my good friend Allen’s blog. Of course I’m wishing that I’d left well enough alone. You can take the girl out of redneck country, butcha can’t take the redneck out of the girl! (Please remember that the definition of “redneck” for me is probably far different than your version. Or any official one. I make the rules here)

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Love,

3T (and her filthy potty-mouth)

Happy Birthday. We love you tons!!!

Rachel and 3T!

Radiation therapy that is. This is me letting loose with pent-up frustration, for my own benefit. In other words this is the warning that if you don’t want to read negative, neurotic ranting, this is where you should X out in the upper right hand corner!

We went to the oncologist, and then Paul saw the radiation oncologist today. Unfortunately, even with a clean bone scan and abdominal MRI that showed no signs of cancer; due to the high spikes in his PSA, it is being strongly recommended that he start radiation therapy immediately. Long story short, a spike in PSA readings out of no where is a strong indication that the cancer cells are somewhere in his body. Both (new) doctors feel that most likely it is in the area where the prostate sat prior to removal. And the sense of urgency is to nail them NOW, there; before they have a chance to spread.

After all that my husband’s body has been through with this cancer; I’m angry! Pissed off and frustrated. I understand there are those who are far less fortunate than he is, as far as cancer goes. It doesn’t stop the frustration, fear and total sense of childish “this isn’t fair” mentality that is gripping my emotions. And yes I know life isn’t fair. So please pleaseplease no comments of philosophical wisdom. This is my diary to rant, rave and stomp my feet like a spoiled child! It is also how I get things out of me, so that what needs to be done, can be done, minus all the emotional bullsh*t! If I could take this on myself, and have it spare him, I would. Besides, I make a far better martyr than he does. (Bad attempt at a morbid joke)

So this is middle-age. One medical problem after another. I’m sorry, I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that middle-age are our best years. So far I’m not finding this party to be all “they” said it would be! And who the Hell is “they?” I’d truly like to kick the sh*t out of them at the moment!

I know I’ll get myself together, break out the spinach and the rest of the immune system booster foods, and do what I can for his discomfort. But right now, I just feel like curling up and hiding from the world. And reality. Oh, and cry like a baby for a few hours.

I know that we are blessed in many ways. I just don’t feel like counting them. Maybe tomorrow.

He’s a Cold-Blooded Snake

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Originally uploaded to my Flickr account, this seemed an appropriate entry.

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Love,
3T

Roadside Wildflowers
A perfect time for a Sunday drive, with no particular destination in mind! If you live in Arizona, look out your window! Today is one fine day, meant to be enjoyed.

Me and my best friend, Sony DSLR are headed out for destinations unknown. Oh! And I’m taking the hubby with me!

Whatever you choose to do today, find some joy in it! Find a reason to smile, a reason to laugh. Find a memory for a snapshot in your mind and heart!

Most of all, make the most of it! Whatever that may mean to you.

Love,

3T

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This stands as a warning to all unsuspecting wives out there. TODAY IS April Fool’s Day. My magnetic husband nailed me first thing this morning. And it wasn’t pretty!

First, take into consideration that I woke up last night at 11:30 PM wide awake and stayed that way until after 1:30 AM. (I fell asleep by 8:30 pm last night) Only to awaken by 5:30 AM this morning. I gave up the sleep-ghost and just got my dragging a$$ up.

The hubby was already showered and wide awake, when I started down the hallway heading for the coffee pot. (I don’t try to speak before that first cup.)

Then, in panic he yelled, STOP!!! THERE’S A SCORPION RIGHT THERE. He pointed at my feet while I hopped from foot to foot down the hallway screaming, “WHERE IS IT?!?” Yes, I could have skipped my morning coffee at that point. He just laughed at me, and let lose with those two words a good deal of us are bound to hear today.
APRIL FOOLS!

As silly as this may sound, you have to take into consideration my great and irrational fear of the scorpion. I showered with one who was creeping towards me while I had a head full of shampoo. We have found INSIDE our house about half a dozen of them over the years. And I know our front and backyard are crawling with the little nightmares.

The last one we found is the one in the photo at the top of this entry. It was discovered about a month ago, when my smart and “afraid-of-nothing” daughter let out with a blood-curdling scream from the miniature basketball court in the backyard. Practicing her shot, she came foot to head with the little critter and lost all control. I’m not sure if the little guy was dead or not. But I have read that they will “play dead” when confronted with any sense of danger.

So having this photographed reminder just a mere month ago set the stage perfectly for Paul’s practical joke. I’ll be spending the next year trying to come up with a way to nail him in 2009! As my brother-in-law Jim pointed out this morning, after a while today everyone’s radar is up, and it’s harder to trick them. (Jim’s wife, Barb, did get him this morning, so that’s one for the ladies!)

Consider yourself warned. In the meantime I’m hoping for a nap at some point today. My nerves are rattled and my sleep has been deprived. If I end up dreaming about scorpions though, someone is going to pay the price!

Love,
3T