THIRTEEN. such a negative connotation. Yikes.
don’t judge me because i don’t capitalize things. it’s my choice to be grammatically incorrect. MY CHOICE I SAY.
I sit here in my home office gazing out the window upon a beautiful lake surrounded by heavenly beaches, egrets flying around, a mama duck with her ducklings swimming out to find food, a little baby splashing in the shallow end yelling for her mother to splash around with her…. aaaahhhh the lies i can tell. the beautiful lies i can tell on this blog.
Lets get real.
I sit here at my desk that my parents purchased for me when i was in sixth grade, in the dogs room with a treadmill next to me (dust hanger) watching the garbage men outside argue about something unknown. I would like to assume it’s a tall tale of one of them having a date with a real vixen the night before, but… i fear it’s something more like “where we going for lunch, no i don’t want that” type of conversation. At least i know my hard earned cash that go towards my taxes means that my garbage will be picked up no matter where those men go to lunch.
SO onto the Cancer part of this blog which is why i started it in the first place so that everyone could enjoy this wonderful experience with me. Are you guys having fun? I SURE AM. i want to say it’s been a week since the last treatment, but let’s get real, i have absolutely no concept of time. the only reason i know what day it is is because stephanie texts me every monday asking whether or not i’m going to the bachelorette preview party. which, by the way, I did go to, and I just HAVE TO SAY, i detest that bachelorette. Sometimes i feel like she could be a great ventriloquist because when she gets excited she talks through her teeth. So, Kaitlyn, the personal trainer from Oh Canada, you should look into a different profession because being a slut on tv isn’t working for you. I went totally off track there #myapologies. To answer my questions from the LAST blog, I did not jump up put on my hat and sing to everyone in the hospital. What i did do, is ring a bell in honor of my last treatment. It was invigorating! everyone cheered! hugs all around! “good job rebecca” “we’re proud of you rebecca” “see ya NEVER rebecca” …. of course i’m only assuming all of this happened because i can’t remember a damn thing. You have to understand people. i was completely knocked out. I know i have a high tolerance for anything drug related or booze related (thanks irish roots). but that doesn’t mean i will remember things after pretty much a surgery. BUT thank god, it was video taped, so now i can FAKE remember it and tell everyone how amazing it was. of course now you all know that i’m faking it so i guess… it won’t work. ANYWAY. I still feel like complete crap. But i’m trying my hardest to get back to normal. If you’re facebook friends with me, make sure you like all my posts that say things like “LEG DAY. WHAT A ROUGH ONE” when i check in at the gym. Or posts like “34” and then make people ask me what that means. just so i can respond with “oh man, i rode 34 miles on my bike today, it was caarazy” or things like “nothin’ says a great day like when i’m liftin'” ONE. i would never post anything like that. TWO. if i do. smack me. smack me right in the face. THREE. i could never lift. i can lift a beer to my face. i can lift an amazon prime box into my living room. i can lift a video game controller. there’s your liftin’.
SOMEONE JUST YELLED HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUTSIDE I’M GOING TO SEE IF I CAN SNAG SOME CAKE.
I could not snag cake. and I may or may not have looked like a total d.bag fatty. whatevs i have cancer. it should be allowed to be a creep sometimes. right?
One quick question before i go, how does one wear Alex and Ani bracelets and they don’t get in the way? I have three, I love them dearly, my sister gave me two of them, she’s a gem. How do you people do it. I tried today. I really did. I wore them. they jangled around. they got in the way of my money. my laptop. the cream cheesiest of cream cheese bagel. they dipped in my tea. i’m pretty sure they scratched my car. the knocked out the mail lady. i’m pretty sure she hasn’t gotten up yet. i mean how do you do it? do you wear them on your upper arm? like a BANGLE. do you tie them to your belt loop? use them as a key chain? educate me on these alex and ani bracelets. i’m going to target to get things on my list that i forgot to make therefore i forgot what i’m going for. let’s see how these bracelets do. lets see if they survive a target trip.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to whoevers birthday it is.