Ok… The Sans Boobie Hour (SBH) is fast approaching. As I write this I have 12 hours to change my mind and run for the hills, and NO not Beverly Hills you plastic surgery freaks. Actually, I’m a little more confident this evening than I was this morning. I went to an awesome breakfast with my sister-in-law, and my nerves (plus braces) kept me from scrounging on some buttermilk blueberry pancakes. I think it was more nerves than the braces, as I feel as though I could eat my husband and children tonight and still have room for left-over in-laws [my legal claim… “they were in the house.” Foolproof].
Alright enough with the funny stuff. I’ll try to recap some pretty significant and not so significant thoughts from the day. The first of which is… THANK YOU all so much for your awesomely beautiful emails, IMs, texts, and replies. Amazing gratitude. You all, every one of you, have been more well received than you will ever know. I’ve cried at almost all of ‘em!! Now now.. don’t get carried away with the egos. I’m sure it’s the pre-surgery nerves (and my lingering menstrual cycle) as I went to the circus last weekend and actually cried at the opening act of the elephants walking in! Breathtaking.. but assuredly NOT a tear jerker. With all that, I am genuinely grateful and moved beyond words that you all support this stage of lonely-ol’-me’s life. Kind of cool. Please post your own stories so you can uplift each other. It takes a village people… takes a village.
Second. I have had some family questions regarding “Isn’t that drastic?” And I believe that some readers may pose some same questions. The answer to this is NO. And I will tell you why not, for me. The first of which is, 2 breast surgeries in a year is way too much, and that number will (most assuredly) rise until I expire; hopefully when I am older than just a mere 40. Second, I have children. I want to be around to hold their children… to hold their children’s children if possible. And if this means nipping this in the bud, then I’m fuckin’ nippin’ it. Pun intended. Third, I’m an oncology nurse. I see the effects of cancer AND the treatments for cancer every day. It is grueling, sometimes worthless, and I wish this on no-one. Foremost, myself. I NEVER ever, if I can help it, want my children see me go through THAT process. I think we can all sense my vehemence on this front. Drastic is cutting my nose of despite my face. My boobs, no one has to see. They’ve done their job; I breastfed for four years. And lastly, my boobs don’t define who I am, and right now they are really causing some problems so they will be banished to the land of misfits, forever.
Onto the day; I completely did NOT get all the things I wanted to get done today. While that sucks, I need to be complete with what was done and why that is probably just what I needed to get done; nothing more and nothing less. That last part is a hard concept for me to grasp. I push things so dang hard… and feel like I’m a disappointment when incomplete lists pop-up. Since I know I’m not perfect that darn incomplete list rears its ugly head often. “Surrendering” has been my favourite word the last four years. Let it go to gain. Now now you holy rollers… I’m not talking the leave it to god stuff, but more strategic thinking and self-investing. I personally think I’ve had a lot less anxiety in life, once I started surrendering things with this idea in mind that I will gain something in the end. I may not know what I’m gaining at the time but the surprise is enticing. Ya know? More often I find that what I’ve been gaining is self. And that is pretty fucking cool.
Enough with the spiritual shite. Let’s get to some funnies. Here are some mo-quotes within the last two days.
I walked downstairs on Sunday evening for work (I worked the night shift over the weekend), and Mo’ looked up from the TV, eyed me up, and stated “did you just dye your hair gray?” Um. No booger-eater… you gave them to me. Most certainly did not feel on top of my game that night after that evening opener. Kid’s a smart ass.
2nd Mo-dinger: We were walking back upstairs this evening for bedtime, and I jocularly stated “ahem.. age before beauty” as she whisked past me. And Mo’ replied… “then get on up here, elderly girl!” Me: [mouth ajar] Mo’ snorted “yeah.. who’s laughing now funny girl? Tell that to the M3 fans.” Boom… I think Mo’ is getting eaten first on my ravenous rampage tonight. No doubt. Finger lickin’ good, she will be [Yoda style].
Image of awesomeness: A good friend of mine texted me earlier with an image of Amazons. She reported to me a fact, which I think I knew but somehow forgot. I have not done the research on the veracity, but don’t care to because I loved it so much. She reported to me that amazons used to remove their right breast so they could shoot their bows better. How incredible is that? I am woman hear me roar! Thanks Judie! Beautiful.
Lastly, my MIL was an awesome strong hold today AND [da da da dom, drum roll], made arrangements for a beautiful mani-pedi session at her hair-house! My paws and mitts look perfect for the daunting SBH! I had a great time relaxing while the laundry should’ve been done. I think the surrender portion on that detail can be easily figured. I gladly trade you an hour of pampering for an hour of laundry any day. Done.
I report tomorrow at 930AM. I’m getting anxious, but I think I will have time for one more post. The image for tonight’s post is not me. Got some technology issues. Hopefully fixed by tomorrow. Thanks again for your kind words, virtual hugs, and strong sentiments. You all amaze me. I am honoured. Xoxo M3