Water Balloon Boobies Get Some Float!

OK, I admit it I’m a product of the 80’s with bad hair and worse clothes. I bent my arms at the elbow and swung them wildly back and forth while chanting “I must, I must, I must increase my bust”. But not in a million years did I actually think I would watch my bust grow! But there I was – my water balloon boobies got a 55 cc dose of saline and I actually watched my bust bloat. Tomorrow it will feel like I’ve done 40 push-ups. Hmmm. Watch my boobies grow and get the benefit of 40 push-ups without even doing a single one…I could be onto something!

It could happen to you...

So there I was enjoying a nice dinner with my sweetie when all of a sudden it happened! My bulb exploded. The bulb at the end of the drain inserted into my chest to collect "boob juice". Laugh. Out loud. There is absolutely no other way.

Freshly "juiced" I managed to re-assemble myself and enjoy my chile verde and (2) margaritas. As for my date, he walked away, also laughing. It was funny! And he came back, still laughing.

Cancer can kill you and there is no joke about it. But laughing out loud will get you through the treatments. There has yet to be a good reason to be mad. I won't give cancer the satisfaction.

The Birds are Dancing

Ever since surgery I can't sleep for extended periods of time. I wake up with this incredibly stiff back. I bring my legs into my chest and roll mildly from side to side like a laying-down weeble-wobble -- OK, if you weren't little in the '70's you probably don't know what a weeble-wobble is, but it's not a compliment and I'm a broken weeble-wobble.

So usually it's about 4:00 a.m. when I wobble back and forth. Outside my window I hear the mountain chickadees singing. Their little voices are so strong. I also have sparrows and what sounds like thrushes. The birds sing heartily at four in the morning. I can picture each one scurrying about, looking for worms, insects, collecting things from the ground, feeding little chicks. The birds of the morning do not argue, fuss, or fight with each other like you see later in the day. They dance, hurry about their business, and sing.

Within the next ten minutes (it's about 5:20 a.m. right now), the eastern sky will begin to turn a beautiful rosy pink color as the sun crests the horizon. This light filters through my north kitchen window because the sun is so high in the sky right now -- it's almost the summer solstice.

Once the sun makes its appearance the singing becomes just a whisper.