Thanks for the political call on my cell phone about the lottery to rape the Arkansas public.

I think you should know I’m on the do not call list.

I guess you think that jacking up taxes, making people pay state Income Tax and taxing food isn’t enough. Let’s have grandma and Uncle Bob go down to the corner store and spend their tiny Social Security check on lottery tickets, you know so they can win and take us all to Florida or maybe Orange Beach.

I’m not buying your theory that a lottery is going to help educate our kids. See, I’ve been to Mississippi.

In memory of one of the sweetest girls I will ever know.

(removed, Kiss’ “Beth”)

A friend of mine just found out she has breast cancer. Don’t know how bad yet or the treatment options. I was talking with her sister and she mentioned that her (the sister’s) chance of getting breast cancer had changed.) That made me wonder, what’s the chance of me getting BC?

I found this test which shows that based on personal and family history I have a slightly higher than normal risk of getting BC in my lifetime. I’m not freaked out about it really, its just interesting.

Reminder: The Breast Cancer Risk Assessment Tool was designed for use by health professionals. If you are not a health professional, you are encouraged to discuss these results and your personal risk of breast cancer with your doctor.

5 Year Risk

• This woman age 1.6%
• Average woman : 0.9%

Explanation

Based on the information provided (see below), the woman’s estimated risk for developing invasive breast cancer over the next 5 years is 1.6% compared to a risk of 0.9% for a woman of the same age and race/ethnicity from the general U.S. population. This calculation also means that the woman’s risk of NOT getting breast cancer over the next 5 years is 98.4%.

Lifetime Risk

• This woman (to age 90): 18.8%
• Average woman (to age 90): 12%

Explanation

Based on the information provided, the woman’s estimated risk for developing invasive breast cancer over her lifetime (to age 90) is 18.8% compared to a risk of 12% for a woman of the same age and race/ethnicity from the general U.S. population.

Imagine you are doing your job. Imagine people come and take you away, lock you up and tell you that you are going to stay locked up for 12 years. You are going to miss your child’s entire childhood in jail. Just because you were doing your job legally and NORTH KOREA didn’t like it.

It seems North Korea took a break from starving its people and telling them lies and  building up nuclear weapons in order to harass and teoorize two women who were working on a legal project. Maybe that’s the reason people flee their country?

I had figured some of these out, but needed to be reminded of others.

Written By Regina Brett,  of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio

35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now. 

36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.

45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.

In less than two weeks I get to go to the Grand Canyon with 8 of  my favorite people and meet a few more there. I get to spend a whole entire week with them.

Today Rocked! My Level of Awareness and I had a bit of girl time shopping at lunch today. I keep forgetting to leave the office and or take a proper lunch break and it was nice to just get out for a while.  I got two sewing patterns for a Hawaiian shirt for baby superman and for a vest for my mom and some crazy  applesauce in a toothpaste like container for superman, he LOVES it. Woot.

And work didn’t suck today AND? Well, Sometimes its a GOOD thing when roommates don’t work out.

Remember this?

Well it seems our little antiono bandaras that didn’t work out as a roommate or son-in-law? Has joined a “booty call” dating service  AND it confiscated his address book and sent his half-naked pic to EVERYONE. Probably even his mom. Think about that for a moment.

Random strangers from freecycle. Customer service. Your parole officer. Sheesh. Mrs. Tompkins from third grade.  Yeah, priceless.

I know, I know in a moment of weakness I peeked at Plenty of Fish today. But I called in my support team and they pulled me through. I’m still not sure. Mr I.T. (not it) was kinda cute and he likes coffee. Wonder if he’s the male version of a Russian Bride?

But anyway,  today was a good day.

And tomorrow? is Friday my friends.

For the record? I do have two roommates at the moment. Mr. Chatty who is very sweet and will only be here another month or so. He is super super nice. However, like my dad, he tries to talk to me at 5:30 am before I’ve had my coffee. In depth conversations- not just, “sweetie you wake up looking lovely” which is the only proper thing to day at that time.

And the Mouse. Also very nice but well, special. He’s not shy. I call him the Mouse cause he hangs out in his room and only comes out when the coast is clear, kinda like, well, a mouse. He sleeps a lot and doesn’t use the phone enough, kinda like a bad boyfriend.

BTW,  “Nice” isn’t the kiss of death. In a roommate situation, nice is like “bless his heart.”

To Celebrate  I ran the Little Rock Marathon Fun Run. Slowly. I figured what better day to start running agan than National Running Day? It was 5K up and over the Big Dam Bridge and back again, whee!

I need new shoes, the ones I bought last are cruel shoes. (I “special” feet and these just aren’t special enough.) And how better to celebrate National Running Day with a chance for FREE Shoes? 

QuitMeter Counter courtesy of www.quitmeter.com.

What if I wanted to do a triathlon? What would it take? What would I have to give up? Sleeping late and instead getting up at 4:50am, and some bad habits, such as smoking)

Still not sure about the tri, but thought that giving up smoking was a good idea.

I honestly think cigarette tax is wrong. I mean why not tax bacon? Cheetos? we don’t NEED junk food and if you think it doesn’t hurt other people, have you ever got that white doughnut powder on your pants?. Cigarette tax  hurts poor people more, they have a smaller income.  And that a pack a week won’t kill me any faster than eating bacon.  I’m still thinking about the tri  and probably giving up the pack a week would help with my breathing. For the record, I usually smoke less than a pack a week and an additional two packs one or two weekends a month, for a total of like 6-8 packs a month.

I like gadgets that calculate stuff (totally stole this one from Beer With a Straw) and I think I’ll start saving this money for ITALY. (it would take five years at this rate) Or maybe KONA (only 2-3 years) (this isn’t 100 percent accurate because I did smoke more than a pack a week, occasionally it was 2-3 packs a week.

Also for the record, I’ve smoked about a pack and a half since I started this.  Yes I counted. If you factor in the extra 2-4 packs I was smoking in addition to a pack a week, I’m down 5-6 packs for the month. Not perfect, but working towards a goal.

I’ve tried dum dum suckers, (my go-to for stress), Reese’s minis, Peanut M and M’s, w and w’s , Good and Firey, (which should be called Really Nasty), some snack crackers and popcorn. Also tennis (skinned my knee), walks, and someone else’s crisis. (keeps you out of the house, car and away from temptation.)

What I’ve learned? If you give up one vice, all the other vices want to come pouring in to take their place. I’ve been weepy, whiny, bitchy and ugly. And after that, giggly, funny, sweet and obsessed. I’ve done things. To. My. Hair.

What I’ve learned? Some people are just self-righteous prigs.

NO you may never have had to overcome an addiction, but the fact that you think that makes you morally superior is a fault. Tooting your own horn and thinking that you are better than someone else is your addiction.  Fix that.  And how bout you go eat some fat saturated junk food? pounds and pounds of it. (see not smoking made me angry, I wrote this about three weeks ago.) I’ve worked on this post for 3-4 weeks to make sure I was really gonna do it. My goal is to stay quit and its the big picture that matters.

About two weeks in,  I had a great massage, and I don’t know if it was the massage, or just finally feeling better, but the cravings were gone. And the anger, all that was left is occasional twinge in a stress situation, (and tootsie roll pops help with that) and the knowledge that I could pick it up again tomorrow. And the fact that I just Like smoking. If you don’t get it, don’t get it. move along. feel superior elseware, and pick up some Lays, extra greasy on the way home.

In fact, I’m considering carrying around M and Ms for those times when I just wanna smoke. That or Smarties which could be a whole other post.

A blog is pretty open, you share a bunch of intimate details about your life with people you know and people you don’t know. The more people you know who read your blog, you carefully craft your stories and cull the details to keep your most private moments private. While I might feel that way for a moment, its out there forever and once you publish, its hard or impossible to take back.

I bet there are a few areas of most people’s lives they don’t want to share with Internet land. Under your bed comes to mind, or that most intimate of intimate, the contents of your refrigerator.

So when I read this this weekend, I knew that I had to do it.  Read her article. She is a real writer and its just awesome and she say’s it better than I ever could. Check out the link to other people’s refrigerators too. Now isn’t that interesting. So here’s mine. A bit blurry cause I did it on my phone this am, before I chickened out or cleaned up the Key Lime Pie that we spilled all down the back wall this weekend.

The soda is left over from the mai tais, the rest of the top shelf is mostly condiments, soy sauce, etc.  The shopping bags have pineapple and watermelon in them. Lots of Eggs and next to the eggs, left over hummus and cucumber sauce. Kal-El’s baby drink yogurt which is like baby crack and some flax oil. If you look hard enough there is the pie behind the milk. Hope to clean that up today. Bottom shelf, more veges, and some cottage cheese.  And in the door? a bunch of condiments that go there to die. Rarely use them. And a paint brush. Don’t remember when I put it in the door, but there it sits.