Well. It’s not SUPER secret.
So I just recently stumbled upon Mystery Google and have been playing with it all day.
I decided to ask people to send me Christmas ornaments from all over the world… I wonder if I will get one! Wouldn’t it be super awesome if I could decorate a whole tree with ornaments from strangers??
I am a dork. I know. And probably super unsafe… ha. Oh well.
Will keep you posted!
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I’m baaaaack!!! You know you missed me!
Hopefully no one that doesn’t need to, stumbles upon this and tells mommy dearest I am posting this picture…
If you don’t like gross pics.. don’t scroll all the way down! I’m warning you!
If you read my blog on a somewhat regular basis, you may know that my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer a year ago in August. She had a bilateral mastectomy (removal of both breasts) and so far is cancer free! YAY! About a month or 2 ago, my mom had her reconstructive surgery. In order to enlarge her breasts, she had fake implants, if you will, put in to stretch the skin after her mastectomy. They were hard as rocks, and could be pumped up as needed to get larger and larger.
Every man’s dream right? Inflatable breasts?
Anyboob. Once they were of adequate size, the stretchers were removed and implants were inserted to make them more realistic and squishy.
Well… last week, I get a call at 3am from my sister telling me that mom’s boob had split open and the implant was sticking out and they are taking her to the emergency room.
So a little education lesson:
Apparently when you have lots and lots of radiation it weakens the skin.
Capillaries that supply blood to the skin sometimes don’t grow back.
Skin is thin and not as tough as it was before…
Apparently it happens A LOT. Even with normal boob jobs. They just rip open and spill out silicone and grossness.
That being said… Her boob ripped open… you can SEE the implant. It was bleeding. and gross. and i wanted to throw up.
I love you Mommy!
here you go!
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Maybe you don’t think it is THAT gross.. and that’s good! But I do!
***I would also like to point out that I think breast cancer is very serious!! And I am in no way trying to make this situation inappropriately comical, but somtimes you just have to laugh a little.. it helps with the recovery!!***
Oh wait. Yes I am.
<3
Wow. September 3rd was the last time I posted! Whoops! I have been neglecting the blog world for a couple weeks. My usual free time at work that I would fill with blog reading and web surfing has instead been plagued by actual work, whining and more work.
What?!?! Do actual work AT WORK?! NO way! Yes Way.
I was given the pleasure of taking another business trip to beautiful San Antonio, Texas the week of September 21st.
I bet you wanna know how my trip went? Too bad. You’re reading anyway.
My flight out of BWI on Sunday was delayed over an hour because it was “raining” in Atlanta. Apparently it was misting. Since when does mist delay flights?
I finally get on the plane, and am sitting in the middle seat all way in the back. By the potties. YUCK. Of course, I get stuck between to extremely large people- one being a girl about 19 years old and the other an older lady, probably in her 60’s. I got to my seat after the old lady. I was hoping no one was going to sit next to me so I could move and spread out. No dice.
The girl couldn’t walk down the isles without turning sideways.
Now I have no problem with fat large people, but I thought after a certain size you had to buy two seats?? She tried to sit down and had to push down REALLY hard to fit into the seats. Her rolls were spilling out over the arm rests into the isle and my seat.
I had to sit with my arms pulled in and in front of me the whole flight like a sardine in a can.
When she had to get up to go to the bathroom, she had a really hard time getting out of her seat. I felt bad for her. She seemed really nice! Of course people were staring, and every time she bumped into someone she apologized and looked embarrassed.
Someone shoot me if I ever get like that.
To put the icing on the cake, someone had to take a massive shit in the bathroom about 30 minutes into the flight. I could HEAR the moaning. When they opened the door, the stench wafted out in an imaginary cloud like someone just threw nerve gas into the plane or something. I had to shit there, right by the shitters for the last hour and a half smelling remnants of whatever Granny had for lunch before she boarded the flight.
It. smelled. SO. BAD. I’m pretty sure I threw up in my mouth a little.
The culprit?
The little old lady sitting next to me.
Yuck.
The rest of the week consisted of me hacking my lungs up and using enough Kleenex to blow my nose to fill a city Silo.
I asked the cleaning ladies for a box 5 times.
I worked a little too.
This trip was LE SUCK.
