F-Day: recap

I can honestly say, Friday was worse than I ever could have possibly imagined.

The pain was excruciating.

I am one tough cookie. But this, physically, was without a doubt, the most intense pain I have ever eperienced, times ten.

As for the test results, well . . . emotionally, that was pretty damn painful, too.

F-Day

Hey, just wanted to thank all of my friends and family who have been there for me over the past few weeks, and are thinking good, positive thoughts for me tomorrow.

I'm one of the bravest, and fearless, people I know (except for my paralyzing fear of heights).

But tomorrow, Friday, truly has me freaked out.

I am scared.

:o(

GUILTY (how did this happen?)

I never thought it would happen to me. I don't do stuff like this . . . at least I didn't before. And yet, somehow, I found myself there. I tried to resist. I was doing so well.

I held out for as long as I could. In fact, I resisted the temptation for years. And then it happened.

I caught just a glimpse of him. And heard just the fewest of words come from his lips.

And I was hooked.

And so now, I confess . . . I watched "American Idol" for the very first time tonight. Only because I just had to see Taylor Hicks, and hear him croon.

And now I'm hooked on Hicks.

Dammit.

Meet Virginia . . . more than just one of my favorite "Train" songs

She could be quite cold, and yet incredibly playful. She loved to swim, but wouldn't put her head under the water lest her hair be mussed. She loved fine chocolates, but drank instant Sanka.

She thought men doing yard work without a shirt on were vulgar, but she herself avoided wearing underpants.

She took great pride in being married for over 61 years to one of the kindest and most handsome men the world had ever seen. But she always refused to attend her high school reunions because she had been pregnant when they married, and thus didn't want her former classmates gossiping about her.

She mentally tortured her only daughter for years, but took immense delight in her only granddaughter's interests and accomplishments.

She adamantly and loudly refused to ever babysit any future grandchildren she might have. But she adored having her grandaughter live with her from the ages of 4 - 11.

She insisted on carrying a huge and heavy purse full of every styling accoutrement known to woman, but she gallantly carried it as she went cave-exploring 8 times with her husband and granddaughter.

She was my grandmother. And yesterday she finally got the one thing she wanted most . . . to be with my Poppy, in Heaven, forever.