Thursday, November 29, 2007

Procrastination is my middle name.

First the shameless and gratuitous display of the cutest baby I know and the new mom that I am so very proud of.










I kept telling myself that I would write again a little later.....apparently, a little later is over a month for me. Things have been busy in my medically dominated life. I have had 3 treatments in the drug trial. I get very sleepy for a day or two after the treatment but I don't think I can tell any difference yet. Only time will tell.

I took Sinfully Chocolate Brownies to the the staff at the clinic for my last treatment. Working in a doctor's office, I know that the best afternoon pick me up in the world for an office of estrogen is chocolate. They are all very nice, but it never hurts to butter up the ones that are starting an IV in your arm.:>

I've had a deja vu epiphany, maybe more of a recurring epiphany, maybe I just like the word epiphany. A friend sent me a slide show presentation of Erma Bombeck's words on "If I Had My Life to Live Over "at http://www.andiesisle.com/ifihadmylifetoliveover.hs.htm

It is so easy to get lost in real life and forget the important things. Sometimes, despite my best efforts, I get caught up in the pain and with the medications and doctor's visits that can easily dominate my life. Erma has always been my hero. When my mom first got one of her books, we made her go read in the other end of the house because she was laughing so hard, we could hear the TV. When I got married and had kids, her books took on special meaning to me. They were not just amusing anecdotes they were a road map of how to squeeze enjoyment out of any family situation.

As I've mentioned, our family creed would read: We don't just embrace insanity, we feel it up, French kiss it and buy it a drink. Life is so much better finding the giggles of a situation, no matter how dire. We kind of look upon it as a challenge, one of us is bound to find the humor in any situation. The trick is not to get caught giggling at an inappropriate time in front of the staid and dour masses. This trait makes our family like a club, outsiders envy our rapport but they have no idea that our collective sanity was forfeited long ago.