Here we go!

I finally got all the prep done, and used a brush to do a little it on each wall, just too see what looks like, if I'm happy with the color.

I'm happy! Tomorrow we load up the rollers for what I suspect will be the shortest paint job ever. Yay!

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Before.... (and eventually after)

Did I need to start another of my crazy home renovation projects, that always take longer than planned; never go quite as planned; and transport me to a parallel universe while I'm working on them? Oh, and in a 5' x 7' (short wall), 8' (long wall) tiny little water closet with no ventilation at all.

The answer is probably no.
Yet....the other answer is probably yes! Things like this are good for me from time to time - something physical and creative with a finite product having been created at the end.

Wish me luck! Lime green paint, here I come! 8-P

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Quick addendum-slash-product-endorsement -
As I get started, I'm trying to be smart and get all my materials together, and plan out my project before I just dive in. (this is a new approach for me) I bought a couple of rolls of that new "Frog Tape" stuff they're advertising, and, in this new organized mode, tested it out before I had taped off the entire room. (See how good I'm being?)

Holy crap.

It actually WORKS!!! Straight lines! No paint seep! Damn!! Why didn't they have this stuff when I painted Anna's entire bedroom in alternating-height, alternating-3-color-combination sets of horizontal marine blue stripes and nearly ripped my hair out?

Anyway - Frog Tape. It's neon green. Go to the website and read the directions for using it on a textured wall, and it really, truly works.
End product endorsement.

2+2=11 or 12

Well! Wasn't that a surprise! We have all always known that math is not my strong suit. Ok, math and I are not really even on speaking terms most of the time.

Last week I texted my super-brainiac kid on his vacation in NJ to ask for help figuring out the capacity of a space in cubic feet, working from the dimensions in inches, which is a perfectly acceptable thing for a math-moron like me to not know how to do. Right?

Right. But, I *have* aways thought I was capable of basic addition and subtraction.
Wrong!!!

Ever since Peadog's birthday in May, I've been going around talking about what an old girl she is, and how she needs extra pampering because she's 11 now, which is pretty old for a dog of her breed and size. And I've known perfectly well that her birthday is May 29, 1999.

YOU do the math, because apparently I'm too stupid. Lloyd pointed out to me last night that my dog is a year older than I thought she was - which is NOT welcome news, let me tell you.

Eleven was old enough, damn it! Finding out she's actually 12 is incredibly depressing, and I feel like I've just received terrible, terrible news. I want to treat her like she's made of glass all of a sudden, which is just plain stupid, but I do.

I'd better check my math on a few other things in life!

An Ode to My Neutrophils

Oh, wretched little granulocytes,
You bounced me out of chemo yet again
Neutropenia keeps me from my weekly toxic cocktail
Guilt-ridden and immunosuppressed, I'm inadequate, insufficient
Don't measure up, when the leukocytes are counted

How I never dream'ed I'd miss the poison kiss!

Suppressed -
You hold me prisoner, wily neutrophils
Baby white cells,
Keep me from raw sushi, hollandaise and Caesar;
Sharing food with my love, or even a straw;
You hold me fast from kissing sick children or gardening without my gloves;
Pitching hay, drinking from rivers, or even spelunking!

Damned bat guano

And yet, tiny little leukocytes,
Do I owe you thanks?
No diaper changing or catbox cleaning for life!

Oh, 'tis a quandary all together, and one without answer,
So long as these temperamental little cells wax and wane
Mischievous smiles on their little cellular faces as they torment me

Good CT results!!!

******************WOWEEEEEE******************

For *once* I have some actual GOOD scan results to report - some really good ones!

None of my nodules have ANY growth, for the first time ever, AND a couple of them showed a little bit of SHRINKAGE. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are. I've never had any shrinkage before!

As I told Dr. Mazj, we'll stick with this chemo mixture for awhile, huh?

I'm actually plugged in to the chemo machine as I type this, so we'll go for short and sweet today. I was also very, very sick yesterday - in bed with fevers sick, sick, sleeping all day, so I'm a little late in sharing the good news, but better late than never, huh?

We now return to our regularly scheduled nap. (and the realllllly good new book I've started.....shhhhhhhh....)

HIPPO BIRDIE TO TREVOR!!!

WOW, 16 years old today!

It really does seem like it was just yesterday that you were much smaller, very adorkable, and needed a whole section in your closet & drawers for your costumes - for those times when you felt like leaping through rooms with a lightsaber leading the way.

Fewer costumes and lightsabers these days, but still every bit as adorkable!! 8•)

Meanwhile, I seem to have realized that I'll be getting my CT results this afternoon. Eep. Minor anxiety attack in progress.
Making a conscious effort to breathe. Breathe.... Breathe....

Look for info here as soon as I can get it here!!

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