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This morning, my cousin Sherry called. That's the bipolar one whose life is... well... a mess. Her latest drama is that she took a spill and broke her collarbone quite badly. Her husband died unexpectedly a few years ago, and she's still traumatized by this. It put her into quite a tailspin, and though she's made considerable progress, I can count on at least one phone call from her every month. Today was the day.
Then this afternoon I got a call from my "niece," Kelli. (I put that in quotes because she's really Lorelei's niece, but we still refer to each other as that.) After half an hour of general b.s., the topic turned to depression. She's going through a bad bout of it, right now. As it happened, I couldn't talk long, because I was meeting my friend Cybergal for coffee at Weatherstone. So we continued our talk later this evening.
Coffee with Cybergal was unexpected, and I rather suspected that when she suggested it, that she needed to talk. And she did. Her current relationship isn't living up to what it should be, and she's beginning to feel as though her guy is taking advantage of her. I think he is, too. This was a long conversation. Hours later, she called me, following up on part of our talk. She was pretty anxious. She doesn't deal well with confrontations and she knew she was going to have one with him. It was a short call, as he returned home while we were talking. Not sure what happened after that.
In addition, I learned today that former co-worker Q's mom has cancer. No further details on that.
And also that a friend's store, instead of moving to a new location next month, may be closing, instead. No details on why, either.
Yeah. Interesting day.
My poor little girl who can run up and down trees in a moment and is so cuddly she is a lap kitty, is waking up from surgery. I won't have any complete news for several days, as they are sending out her lump to be completely biopsied. The vet doesn't think it is good, as the location is usually where fibrosarcoma's are located. Or, the worse prognosis is that this could have been caused from an old rabies shot (thanks for letting me know this was a possibility guys!) Apparently, it is rare, but sometimes a cat will get a really aggressive malignancy from a rabies or leukemia shot. If I had known that, I would have continued to keep her indoors and not get shots. That is what I am going to do, next time around. But I will get my little love-bunny back in a couple of hours and have to keep her indoors and quiet for about 2 weeks. She is going to have problems walking.
So, the French Club's skate night is fast approaching (Oct. 7th) and I'm mondo excited about it. I hope it'll be a really great event and something we'll consider doing yearly. Anyway, sis has chosen some excellent french artists to upload onto her ipod so we'll have some lovely beats to skate around to.
Also, since Greg won't be coming and Donna won't be coming and I don't know that many people in the French Club and sis and Maria tend to band together (even though they don't mean to), I invited Cory to [hopefully] insure a buddy for the night. We'll see what happens ;).
I'm finally getting the hang of it in Commercial Art. I'm no pro on Adobe Illustrator, but I'm starting to get it. The project that we're working on right now has us creating 2 logos for faux companies (an all organic, hand made, ethical kids clothing company called "Kidaroos," and a large corporation that uses sweatshop labor-much like Walmart-called "Kid Gear USA"). From there, we have to choose which company we're going to continue designing for, and create a business card, letter head,...and something else that's slipped my memory.
I have a quiz in Art History on Thursday. It's purely for the sake of extra credit, though, so I'm not super stressed. I do, however, want to do extra good so I can get that extra credit (just in case).
I had my first exam in Geology today. It went okay and the test as whole was really pretty easy. Not at all what I was expecting. However, there were a few questions that addressed areas I hadn't studied at all (and in some cases, didn't even recall discussing in class) that I may have bombed. lol Oh well. I guess we'll see how I did later this week. I'm predicting a low B, perhaps, but we'll see. I may not be so lucky.
Intro Print's going well enough. Ralph (prof.) likes me so that's good. The next print we're starting is dealing with aquatint on copperplate (has nothing to do with the color aqua, by the way), and I'm not so sure how I'll do with it. It sounds kind of difficult, but maybe it's not. I think I'm either going to do a nude in a bathtub or else a worms-eye shot of dogwood leaves against a white sky. I don't know which, yet, but it's more likely that I'll do the latter. While I love using the human form in art, sometimes I just don't have the confidence to use my own. lol Plus, do I really want to have an image in which I'm exposing my boobs? Hm...not so much. Though I did come close to that for Litho. So....I may. We'll see.
Other updates?
The starter on our car is broken, so that any time we have to turn on the car we must pop the hood and beat on it until it starts running. It costs $200-something to fix it. Money we just don't have right now-particularly since out financial aid checks STILL HAVE NOT YET COME THROUGH. Yes, classes started at the end of August. Yes, it's been a long ass time for us to still not have them. Yes, it's extremely lame.
My cat, Finn, and sis's cat, Sketch, love candy. Or rather, love dumdum suckers and smarties. We have a bowl of them on our counter (left over from one of my mom's school things) and every day we find chewed up smarties (torn from their single-wrapped packages) and sticky, unwrapped dumdums all over the kitchen, dinning room, and occasionally in more random places (like next to my bed and by their cat box).
Greg wants me to wear the red dress and model for him again. I don't know why (I suck at modeling--can you say awkward?), but I'm supposed to wear it/bring it on Wednesday. So...*shrug*
I ran into Donna today and she's having a rough go. She just can't seem to catch a break. First issues with Perry, then her apartment on the market to be sold and now her grandmother has [possibly] cancer and her kidneys are failing. I just feel so bad for her. She wants to try and get together on Friday if she's in town.
I'm mildly addicted to Johnny Cash as of late. Particularly the songs Folsom Prison Blues, I Walk The Line, Big River, A Boy Named Sue, One Piece At a Time, and Hurt from "The Legend of Johnny Cash" album.
Also, I really like to sing along to music. Not that that's a particularly unique thing (most people do, I assume), I just thought I'd throw that in.
Wendy and Jacob were smiling as their baby crawled across the floor.
The relatives were filing in and grandma stood at the door.
Their little boy Dusty opened his present, a fluffy teddy bear in a bow-tie suit.
Jake's cousin Brian had shot his first pheasant, their Christmas dinner was won in pursuit.
They all sang their carols across the town and drank lots of eggnog and wine.
That one Christmas was without a frown, and Jake's cancer was supposedly benign.
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Wendy sits in the living room, sighing, as her little boy watches T.V.
Wendy's head hits the table, crying, and Dusty tilts his head to see.
"Mommy why are you sighing?"
"Dusty, just watch TV"
"Mommy why are you crying?"
"Honey, Just let it be"
Dusty held up his old toy teddy bear, to show it had been torn.
Wendy knew life wasn't fair, and that old toy was worn,
But she couldn't afford to buy him a new one and she didn't know how to sew.
In just three week's Jacob would be done, and there'd be no more chemo.
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The policewoman held Dusty from his mother, and she lied cold on the floor.
Some dirty pimp had smothered her, and on her chest carved the word "Whore!".
Without Jacob around and his 6 figure job, she just couldn't pay for food or rent.
As the coroner came Dusty continued to sob and policemen came and went.
He was driven to his cousin's when his aunt came up, but he begged for his old teddy bear.
It was covered in blood and she had to say, "Dusty, it has to stay there"
He screamed and he hollered and he pounded and he shouted, and he asked, "Why does it happen to me?"
As his aunt looked back to console him she doubted that he'd ever believe this the land of the free.
OKLAHOMA CITY (AP) -- Former NBA player Wayman Tisdale had part of his right leg amputated Monday because of bone cancer.
Tisdale, 44, revealed on his Web site that the surgery was scheduled for Monday. His wife, Regina, told The Associated Press on Tuesday night the surgery had taken place as planned.
"Everything went well," she said.
Tisdale, a 6-foot-9 Tulsa native who played for Oklahoma before spending 12 seasons in the NBA with the Indiana Pacers, Sacramento Kings and Phoenix Suns, first learned he had cancerous cyst below his right knee after he broke his leg in a fall at his home in Los Angeles on Feb. 8, 2007.
Tisdale, now an award-winning jazz musician, underwent treatment and later had knee replacement surgery and resumed touring. Tisdale was still undergoing chemotherapy when he told the AP in June that "I feel better than ever. I'm excited. I've got a whole new look on life. I look at life on a whole 'nother radar."
Tisdale told the AP that his latest album, "Rebound," was inspired by his ongoing fight against the cancer.
On his Web site, Tisdale said removing a portion of the leg would be the best way to ensure that the cancer would not return.
"This may sound drastic, but I have put it in God's hands and now have peace, knowing that this is the best way to put this disease in check," he said. "I have complete faith that with the Lord's blessings this surgery will eliminate the cancer from my body and I'll soon be back on the road doing what I do best."
Tisdale said he planned to resume touring in the fall and that he would attend an annual cruise that he hosts.
According to statistics from the National Cancer Institute, about 63 percent of people diagnosed with bone cancer live at least 10 more years.
In 1983, Tisdale became the first freshman to make The Associated Press' first-team All-America list.
Tisdale was also an All-American in 1984 and 1985. He was the Big Eight Conference's player of the year in each of his three seasons with the Sooners and still holds Oklahoma's single-game, season and career scoring records. He played on the U.S. team that won the gold medal in the 1984 Olympic Games.
He went on to average 15.3 points per game during his pro career.
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