Asking For Help

I have realized that I'm terrible at asking for help. Let's just say that not only do I not want to inconvenience people, but I feel if I have something to do, I should do it myself. Well---I guess asking for help is OK.

This weekend we've already finished the mulch and the lawn. The back room is getting much closer to being done. The trim and the shelves are done. The cabinet itself needs another coat or two. Tomorrow we paint the back of the cabinet, the windows and the bottom wall---our goal is to have the room usable again by evening tomorrow.

Thank you Gazleys for your hard work and willingness to do whatever it takes to help (my sanity).

My Career is Playing the Lottery. What's Yours?

I think we've all been there (if you haven't your better than me--don't rub it in). Looking at your life and what you have and where you're going and you think to yourself, if I could only win the lottery.....then I could do X.

I have an overactive brain. I've come up with schemes. I've developed algorithms. I even convinced myself at one point that I could actually win. The odds haven't changed. It is almost 100 times more likely that I'll get struck by lightning. I was in a car that was struck once---does that count? 99 more to go!

I actually have quite a few altruistic things I would do with the money after Lynn and I blew the first few hundred thousand. It kind of shocks me how my disposition has gone from loving the people of the world, to hating them, and back and forth.

Until then---we all still have our dreams.

Mid-Cycle Doldrums

Just tired. That seems to be the story of the middle of my chemo cycle (days 5-10ish). I am not getting sick anymore (hooray!), though my stomach is still pretty sensitive.

The Clan McCharmetzley worked some painting magic in my back room over the last two days. Warning - I'll be calling in favors from my guests over the next week or so to finish the job. My part of the project, though, involved mostly sitting and watching the magic (and acting as DJ). And I was still in bed by 8 o'clock! I know I should count my blessings that I feel as well as I do, but I do feel incredibly disassociated from my body. The one that now needs naps.

The blessing I DO count measures all the help I've received and am counting on this week to finish the back room project. You've all created/will create a room I can get well in. Thanks!

The Clan McCharmetzley

Erin and Terry came up today and decided (with Lynn's help) to paint the back room blue---robin's egg blue is the best way to put it. Of course, with me at work and Lynn already tired the two of them managed to, in half a day, put on two coats of paint on the top and one coat on the bottom (chair rail divider). They plan on doing the second bottom coat tomorrow am and then the trim. I sit back in amazement. Thanks you two---you rawk!

With inspiration like this, I WILL finish the mulch this weekend (1/2 gone already).

Living for the Weekend

As much as I like my job (and I do like my job), I still find myself looking forward to the weekend. Starting on Monday. I would much rather be home than anywhere else. Having been unemployed before, I realize that beyond the things we need to live (money and health insurance), the only reason I work is for the social outlet. They say that nothing brings you closer to someone than a shared experience.

Lynn and I were very productive this weekend. We mulched, cut the grass (it was a foot high in spots---no joke), and took over the world. Not to mention the movies we watched. A good time was had by all. Especially the mosquitoes---I was eaten alive. Damn them!