The new purple mop...

Now that 40 is only a few months away, I've been pondering a little change.

I swore that when I turned 30 I'd get my tattoo of Max from Where the Wild Things Are. Well, I was pregnant when I was thirty and a tattoo didn't seem like a good idea then.

So I pushed off my tattoo date till I was 40. Well 40 is here.

I'm still for the tattoo, but I've decided I'll spice it up a bit.

So on Tuesday, I marched down to my local (and favorite) Aveda Salon, and demanded (asked ever so politely) for some purple hair.

My hair girl/stylist didn't seem the least bit surprised.

Two and a half hours later and after some serious discussion, I left with the prettiest purple bangs you could imagine.

I'm ready for my tattoo now.

Won't the hubby be surprised when he returns from this week's business trip?

If men had breast cancer...

This week might be my week for ranting...

For years now, I've been saying that if men could contract any of the women's cancers, they'd have a cure before you could say, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"...or something like that.

And after reading this article, my suspicions are unfortunately correct. Gee, who knew?

Imagine that, a "simple pill" could be available in just a few years and 80%+ prostate cancers could be eliminated. Wow, how quickly they came up with a cure.

I'm hoping you can hear the sarcasm in my voice. I am trying to lay it on pretty thick.

I'm under no illusion. Our country is run by men, and these men are very protective of their testicles and prostrates....he...he...he..

It's no wonder that our government research centers have been dutifully slaving away to find a cure for any cancers that afflict men.

I guess men don't have the time for lengthy chemotherapy treatments, they are, after all, running our country....and my, what a wonderful job they're doing!

Getting my ass kicked...

I knew when I started this blog that it would be hard not to discuss my illness...and as much as I don't want to give it so much attention in my life... it's still there.

I've read many blogs over the years, and many that revolve around people's illnesses, and I didn't want to do that. There is so much more to me than having chronic Lyme Disease.

Unfortunately, sometimes it's all I think about, especially during treatment.

There are daily reminders, of all the things I can no longer do. It's hard to forget. Truly it's a delicate balance between trying not to give the illness too much power over me.

These last few weeks have been a struggle. The constant pain, the weakness, the lethargy, spiking fevers, etc...it gets old fast.

The treatment adds...nausea, muscle and tendon pain, and a life that revolves around taking medication.

Honestly I don't know how people do it.

So here's the deal...

I'm not going to give the disease all my energy. Yes, there will be good days and bad days, and days I need to discuss it, but I refuse to give it all my time.

There are so many more important things to discuss...

Favorite quote of the day...

"You stick a silver spoon up any monkey's butt and it's bound to say please and thank you."

Extra points to those who can name the actor and movie it's from.