Valentine's Day ... I'm too lazy to look up what Valentine's Day used to mean. I only know what it means now.
Some people will say it's a day devoted to consumerism. I disagree. Sweetest Day on the other hand... ungh, don't get me started!
We should do this every day for our spouse, our partner, our significant other... for our friends, parents, siblings. Tell them you love them.
Enjoy the day with them.
Sit down and have a quiet chat.
Make the day special without having to do anything special. Love isn't candy. It isn't cards. It isn't flowers. It's in a gentle touch. It's in a friendly voice.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Last Two Weeks: A Timeline
1/27/10: Dustin goes in for his bi-yearly scans for his synovial sarcoma. The last four years, they've found nothing. This time, they find something.
1/28/10: I get fired. (sorry, the correct term is 'let go')
1/28/10: I get a reply from an email about a job I sent out an inquiry about in November.
1/29/10: I discover that my books don't sell for very much. But sell them I am.
2/1/10: I get a job interview in three days for the job I sent out an inquiry about in November. The biopsy reports of the 'something' comes back: synovial sarcoma.
2/3/10: Two doctor appointments: the plastic surgeon who will be in charge of putting Dustin's leg back together after the orthopedic surgeon is done removing everything that the cancer is touching. And then we drive to Missouri.
2/4/10: An evening interview with the doc at the clinic. It lasts three hours!
2/5/10: A morning spent at the clinic with the doc. I leave after lunch because the temperature is rapidly dropping and it was slushing all morning. He asks if I'm interested, but he needs to know about Missouri licensing before he can offer anything.
2/6/10: We have farm-fresh eggs for breakfast. Dustin gets sick as a dog.
2/7/10: We're now both sick as dogs from the farm fresh eggs. But we have to drive back home.
2/8/10: We recover from the farm fresh eggs.
2/9/10: We fly out to Florida for vacation! We jump into the heated outdoor pool! It's in the 50's outside, but the pool is 75 degrees.
2/10/10: Busch Gardens!
2/12/10: The heated outdoor pool... wasn't heated. It was 65 degrees. We discovered this after we jumped in.
2/13/10: We fly home.
Next up:
2/16/10: Surgery. They're removing part of the bone, hopefully retaining his medial collateral ligament. They're going to try to do a muscle flap with his medial gastrocnemius muscle and a skin graft from his thigh. He'll be in the hospital for hopefully no more than 5 days, during which time, we will hopefully be meeting with an oncologist, a physical therapist and a psychologist/counselor.
I have yet to hear back from the guy I interviewed with, after I gave him the info on a Missouri license. By now, however, he's at a conference and won't be back for a week. Additionally, he was very much the type of guy who would say 'We aren't interested anymore', if he wasn't, without any delays. So I'm not that worried about it.
I have other things to worry about.
1/28/10: I get fired. (sorry, the correct term is 'let go')
1/28/10: I get a reply from an email about a job I sent out an inquiry about in November.
1/29/10: I discover that my books don't sell for very much. But sell them I am.
2/1/10: I get a job interview in three days for the job I sent out an inquiry about in November. The biopsy reports of the 'something' comes back: synovial sarcoma.
2/3/10: Two doctor appointments: the plastic surgeon who will be in charge of putting Dustin's leg back together after the orthopedic surgeon is done removing everything that the cancer is touching. And then we drive to Missouri.
2/4/10: An evening interview with the doc at the clinic. It lasts three hours!
2/5/10: A morning spent at the clinic with the doc. I leave after lunch because the temperature is rapidly dropping and it was slushing all morning. He asks if I'm interested, but he needs to know about Missouri licensing before he can offer anything.
2/6/10: We have farm-fresh eggs for breakfast. Dustin gets sick as a dog.
2/7/10: We're now both sick as dogs from the farm fresh eggs. But we have to drive back home.
2/8/10: We recover from the farm fresh eggs.
2/9/10: We fly out to Florida for vacation! We jump into the heated outdoor pool! It's in the 50's outside, but the pool is 75 degrees.
2/10/10: Busch Gardens!
2/12/10: The heated outdoor pool... wasn't heated. It was 65 degrees. We discovered this after we jumped in.
2/13/10: We fly home.
Next up:
2/16/10: Surgery. They're removing part of the bone, hopefully retaining his medial collateral ligament. They're going to try to do a muscle flap with his medial gastrocnemius muscle and a skin graft from his thigh. He'll be in the hospital for hopefully no more than 5 days, during which time, we will hopefully be meeting with an oncologist, a physical therapist and a psychologist/counselor.
I have yet to hear back from the guy I interviewed with, after I gave him the info on a Missouri license. By now, however, he's at a conference and won't be back for a week. Additionally, he was very much the type of guy who would say 'We aren't interested anymore', if he wasn't, without any delays. So I'm not that worried about it.
I have other things to worry about.
Bloggage
As some may have noticed, not only did my blogging about WoW drop off rapidly, but eventually I stopped blogging altogether!
Egads.
But I'm going to try to be back and I'm going to be working on revamping this blog. I'm contemplating making a NEW blog, but I already have TWO that I ignore. Having THREE that I neglect would just get me in deeper with the ASPCB. American Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Blogs. Or something.
Yeah. Lame. Sorry.
So, here's my official notice... this blog is going to be reworked. Somehow. Somewhere. Someway.
Egads.
But I'm going to try to be back and I'm going to be working on revamping this blog. I'm contemplating making a NEW blog, but I already have TWO that I ignore. Having THREE that I neglect would just get me in deeper with the ASPCB. American Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Blogs. Or something.
Yeah. Lame. Sorry.
So, here's my official notice... this blog is going to be reworked. Somehow. Somewhere. Someway.
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