There is nothing as good as...

Minus the Bear (and the headphones, who were awesome despite their technical troubles) at the Troubadour on Thursday night with my boyfriend, a guinness and my spanking new brown hepcat Minus the Bear jacket I bought at the show.

conversely,

my friends missing the show because by the time they went to get tickets it was sold out. :(

Glad to hear it was a success! Here's to a speedy recovery :cheers:
(And quit worrying, 'Mom'!)

I am glad to hear it went well Ally. As a pet lover, I know how hard this has been on you.

Wow, Ally- great news! Your Snowpea sounds like she is doing wonderfully. I hope she's home snuggling with you and feeling great a.s.a.p!
:)

Right now, my home smells like homemade chicken and noodle soup, Tollhouse cookies and Downy.:)

Tori and I spent the entire day indoors- we didn't even get out of our jammies. We played, baked cookies, I did laundry and made homemade soup because poor Eric has a bad cold.

I think fall is upon us.

There is nothing so good as the first really rainy day of the winter season here in L.A.

There is nothing so bad as finding out your only living grandparent has colon cancer.

There is nothing so good as having a family rally around said grandpa to bring him good cheer, laughter and love. I have a terrific family. A really, truly wonderful and lucky family. And I'm realizing more and more that if I carry on the way I do, when I'm 80 and diagnosed with cancer, I'll have no one to make ME laugh while I'm getting a transfusion of six pints of blood because I lost six pints of blood in 2 days. Jesus. 6 pints! Two days! Holy cancerous crap, Batman! Also, there can be little else more humiliating than ass cancer. Seriously, I don't have a lot of sentimental feelings about my rectum, but I'm pretty sure I'd miss it if it were ever sewed up shut and I had to poop in a bag that's attached to my hip. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'd think back on my formerly functioning dark star and feel a deep, belated love for it.

(We're not entirely sure that's what's going to happen to him, yet, but it's very, very, very likely he'll have to have a colostomy. For now, radiation therapy to see if they can mimimize the severity of the surgical procedure. At least it hasn't spread to his other organs, and it really should have considering that he's apparently exhibited symptons for months, maybe even a year, and never told anyone, the dumbass. The...the...MAN. I hear so many stories about men who refuse to seek treatment for things that are obviously KILLING THEM! Goodness. Goodness! Go to a doctor! Ask the gas station attendant for directions. Make your lives easier, men!)

A highlight from my hosptial visit:

"Where is my colon, anyway?"

What?!?!?!?!

HOW CAN YOU BE AN 81 YEAR OLD MAN AND NOT KNOW WHERE YOUR COLON IS LOCATED?!

I said, "It's in your head, Papa! Jesus, how can you not know this?!"

So I used my body as a diagram and showed him. My father explained about the large and small intestines, and the digestive process in general.

"Interesting. Very interesting. So, where's the tumor then?"

"Up your A$$, dad. It's up your ass!!!!" chimes in my mother, who is known world wide for her poise and decorum. Man, we had a good laugh at that.

I also heard a wonderful story about my mothers nickname (which is the name she goes by), Crickett. A name people started calling her in junior high school, I guess. I think sometime during her high school years, her father said, "Where did you get a name like Crickett anyway," and my mother replied, "Because I sleep all day and [makes a noise like a cricket] all night." LMFAO. My mother, ladies and gentleman. My whole friggin' family, for that matter.

There is nothing so good as having a family-in-law that welcomed me with open arms, even though I was an unpolished, shut-in, anti-union, comparitively foul-mouthed diamond-in-the-rough when they first met me. I felt like Eliza Doolittle and they never yelled at me like Henry Higgins did.

There is nothing so bad as looking at other families and thinking "Why couldn't my family be a little more like their family?" You know, a little more kind, a little more patient, and little more disciplined, a little more helpful....ok, a lot more of all those things. And there's nothing so bad as trying not to hate your family (because they are your own flesh and blood, they love me, they ARE me, I can't help but love them) but really really wanting to hate them for all they "did to me", even though it was more like a disability than a crime.

Good: Updating Livejournal. Really.

Bad: Sore eyes. Really sore eyes.

Good: Laying down in a dark room.

Bad: Uhh...

I dunno.