For those of you just joining us, The Baroness recently clicked over to blog post number 70; for the next 6 days I'll be doing the countdown on all things me. To recap:
Hausfrau. Car Singer. Only child. Ham. Dog Lover. Scorpio. Reader. Movie slut. Unco-ordinated. Child pseudo-prodigy.
Now on to the next ten:
59. I love camping, although I'd never go alone.
58. I am a recovering perfectionist.
57. I'm a big fan of kitsch. Rubber chickens? Bring 'em on. Magnetic Marys for the dashboard? Oh, yeah.
56. The crooner I adore the most is Dean Martin. His voice is like balm to my soul. I had them play my favorite CD during my cancer surgery - I have to believe that he should take some credit for my speedy recovery.
55. In 2006, I was diagnosed with Stage II colon cancer. I've had radiation (got some pretty edgy-looking tats from that experience), surgery, and chemo. As of March 16, 2008 I've been NED (no evidence of disease) for one year. Five years is usually the all clear sign - four more to go!
54. I truly believe that there is a good element in everyone. It may be buried down pretty deep, but it's there.
53. Animals in commercials that are doing human things make me clutch and roll with laughter. Chimps in the CareerBuilder.com ads? I seriously lose it.
52. I'm hooked on The Dog Whisperer. That Cesar is magic.
51. Most days, I think too much, and do too little. I've lived most of my life from my shoulders up (this could very well explain the unco-ordination).
50. My mom and dad were 40 and 43 years old when I was born. So, in essence, I was raised as a mini-adult.
Just so you know, this has yet to get easier. Every fact I extract is kind of like a root canal. Yet I know I must.
So I will.
5 days to go!
A demain, mes cheries...
Hausfrau. Car Singer. Only child. Ham. Dog Lover. Scorpio. Reader. Movie slut. Unco-ordinated. Child pseudo-prodigy.
Now on to the next ten:
59. I love camping, although I'd never go alone.
58. I am a recovering perfectionist.
57. I'm a big fan of kitsch. Rubber chickens? Bring 'em on. Magnetic Marys for the dashboard? Oh, yeah.
56. The crooner I adore the most is Dean Martin. His voice is like balm to my soul. I had them play my favorite CD during my cancer surgery - I have to believe that he should take some credit for my speedy recovery.
55. In 2006, I was diagnosed with Stage II colon cancer. I've had radiation (got some pretty edgy-looking tats from that experience), surgery, and chemo. As of March 16, 2008 I've been NED (no evidence of disease) for one year. Five years is usually the all clear sign - four more to go!
54. I truly believe that there is a good element in everyone. It may be buried down pretty deep, but it's there.
53. Animals in commercials that are doing human things make me clutch and roll with laughter. Chimps in the CareerBuilder.com ads? I seriously lose it.
52. I'm hooked on The Dog Whisperer. That Cesar is magic.
51. Most days, I think too much, and do too little. I've lived most of my life from my shoulders up (this could very well explain the unco-ordination).
50. My mom and dad were 40 and 43 years old when I was born. So, in essence, I was raised as a mini-adult.
Just so you know, this has yet to get easier. Every fact I extract is kind of like a root canal. Yet I know I must.
So I will.
5 days to go!
A demain, mes cheries...
11 comments:
I love that your "cancer fact" only made it to the list on the second day. To me this means that while it is a part of you and how you look at the world, it is not your sole, defining experience. Bravo. You are one tough Baroness.
Countess NATUI: Thanks for the compliment! Or did you mean "tough" like an overcooked pot roast? I'd have to agree with that too; there are days that I def feel overcooked.
I thought I could somehow "embed" my little stroll down Cancer Lane; it did, indeed, completely re-shape my new world view, but I would like to think I had a few charming features prior to that.
Here's a private peek at # 45 - I'm tough, but I'm weak. ;)
I didn't know your parents were 40 & 43 when you were born!
Learn new things everyday!
Countess Leah: Yeah, by the time I went to school, they were almost as old as some people's grandparents. Good times.
I trust that this fascinating tidbit is NOT the only thing you have learned today - maybe something a little more academic? And ultimately, more useful? Please?
we have so much in common!
animals in commercials, on the dog whisperer and in real life make me melt.
Oh ho! My fellow animal lover! Shall I confess that I live to fool my Chihuahuas? How clever I feel having outsmarted one of the little creatures! I wonder if Cesar feels the same way? He is amazing!
Recovering perfectionist also resonates. It is very challenging to let go even a little, yes?
The Rat Pack are awesome... especially Dean! How lucky can one man be?
I'm so glad your cancer has been successfully treated thus far. Here's hoping those next four years go as well!
Countess Stacy: I agree about the animals - how can I ever be mad at my sweet little pug when I see his squashed up little face when he's sleeping...When he's awake - another matter entirely. That's why Cesar's my man - he gives me coping skills!
Countess AG: I wish there was a show called "The Cesar Whisperer" - I would love to know how that man thinks!
The perfectionist thing - I'm kind of starting to enter my "this is enough" stage. It's quite liberating, but that little voice still niggles away at me...
As for Dean, like the fella once said...
Finally, the c word. I have it on good authority from my oncologist whom I love and adore that things look pretty optimistic. For that, I am so very, very grateful. But that facing my mortality thing - ain't that a kick in the head.
BTW - I've had a little trouble with asthma over the years too, so when you're talking about all your schedules, I hear ya sister. May you be breathing a little lighter soon. :)
Congrats on 1 year...
The Dog Whisperer rocks...
And the rolling and clutching thing is a bit disturbing...mainly b/c it makes me think of Scarlett at I'm No Belle and her husband...not that they are gross or anything...I need to stop typing now.
Count Bogart: Wires crossed! Wires crossed!! I meant rolling (on the floor laughing) and clutching (my sides with laughter). I admit that I "borrowed" the phrase from Scarlett - I can assure you that I was in no way thinking of them in THAT context. Which is gross when you're watching animals on tv. And wrong. And just slightly competitive.
Wow, I'm glad you beat the big "C."
Count WP: What a lovely thing to say! Thank you so much.
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