Breast Cancer Awareness Month

 

When I think back to my childhood/teenage years, I remember my friends, of course. And I think of my family, and when I think of that family, my mom’s best friend Darlene is always a part of those memories.

Mom and Darlene were almost inseparable, almost like me and Christy or me and Ian. When you saw one you saw the other.

One of my favorite memories is one Halloween many years ago now. I was walking home from school. I only lived about three blocks away so sometimes I walked home, and sometimes my mom picked me up.  I always looked for her, and if I didn’t see her, I automatically started walking home.

This time, I looked, didn’t see her, so I started walking my merry self home. That’s when a car pulled up beside me. It was my mom and Darlene. Mom was dressed as a hillbilly man, two of her teeth were blacked out. Her hair was tucked under a ball cap and she was wearing worn overalls. Darlene was dressed as Dolly Parton. Now, if you knew my mom and Darlene, you know how well these parts fit them.

I was mortified.

It didn’t stop there.

When I didn’t immediately jump in the car, they decided to drive reaaaalllll slow next to me.

“Little girl, you need a ride?”

I pretended to not see or hear them.

They continued to creep beside me, continuing to yell.

I wanted a hole to open up and just swallow me up.

Only in small town America where everyone knows everyone could someone get away with this. In a bigger town, they’d be arrested probably. I finally got in, hoping that would end my teenage mortification.

This is just one story I can tell about my mom and Darlene’s escapades. When those two got together, there just wasn’t much telling what those two would do.

Until Darlene was diagnosed with breast cancer.

She fought with the sense of humor and strength that carried her through most of her life. I remember the last time I saw her. She was weak, bedridden, spending most of her time in a bed in her living room. I can’t tell you how sad this made me to see someone who had once been so vital, so filled with life, now so frail. Darlene succumbed to cancer a few years ago. And her presence has been missed by many.

My blog today is for Darlene and for National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It’s time for all of us to get out there sometime this month and do something for those that have passed due to cancer, and for those who have survived.

My challenge to you is to do something this month to promote breast cancer awareness. Wear a pink ribbon. Make a donation to a cancer organization. Write a blog. If you like to run, see if there’s a Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in your area. Pass this blog along. Check out one of the websites I have listed at the bottom.

Get creative.

And share your stories with the rest of us. What did you do?

Me? I’m starting with this blog. I’m posting it here and on my MySpace site. I’ll continue to drop my change in the collection boxes at Albertson’s for the Race for the Cure, and whatever else I can think of to do this month.

For now, I’m off to get some rest.

Here’s to great friends like Darlene and to eventually finding a cure for cancer.

Peace!

I’m out!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Breast_Cancer_Awareness_Month

http://nbcam.org/

http://pinkforoctober.org/

http://www.mylifetime.com/community/my-lifetime-commitment/breast-cancer

Does Age Really Matter?

Ahhhh! A Saturday off! I haven’t had one of these in so long I don’t remember what they’re like! Don’t get me wrong, I love my Saturday job, but sometimes a girl needs some time to relax and play in the yard. Or maybe just play in general. You know, all work and no play makes Soonergirl a very dull girl. 🙂

Yeah, yeah, we all know that Soonergirl MAKES time to play. I don’t think anyone would ever accuse me of being dull. At least I hope not.

What do I have planned for today?

I’m playing in my yard. My poor flowers are drooping and being overrun by weeds. I’m putting out my Halloween decorations, and cleaning up the few remaining limbs from Gustav.

I’m watching the Sooner game. The Sooners are looking good this year! We’re number one on the AP, baby!

I’m going to cook something. I have a craving for chili. I may make a big pot, may invite some friends over, if I get the next item done on my list.

I’m cleaning my house before the crew of COPS show up to film a segment here. It’s a mess. It’s amazing how much doesn’t get done when you work six days a week and you have a fifteen year old who’s nickname should be Pigpen. 🙂

And that’s pretty much a full day. I don’t want to overexert myself on my day off. That would kinda defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?

Well, I am going to do some writing, but I guess I’ve kinda started with that already.

I have had some interesting news to report on the funnel front. My funnel is empty right now, but as always I’m okay with that. I’ve been trying to keep my funnel reports to a minimum simply because I’ve started to wonder if maybe guys that I’m interested don’t want to be written about. I’ve had a couple guys kind of say something. Actually, when a guy says, “Don’t put this in your blog!” isn’t really kind of saying something is he?

And, I’ve been trying to branch out and write about other things anyway. If I really want to write about my funnel, I darn well will.

So, I’m darn well writing about this.

In the past three weeks, I’ve met two guys. Let’s start with the first guy I met, Guy A. Guy A showered me with attention, is a successful business owner, and hot.

Guy B also showered me with attention, is a great listener, has a good, calm head on his shoulders, and treated me like the princess I am.

Problem?

One is 21, which even for me who tends to date younger, is too young. And the other is in his 50’s and was only interested in one thing. When he didn’t get it, he disappeared.

What I’ve realized from my experiences is that age doesn’t always equal maturity. It doesn’t automatically mean that a guy that’s older is going to treat you with more respect. I thought that at one time. Guy B treated me with the utmost respect. He respected my personal space boundary lines. He respected my thoughts, my opinions. He listened to me. We talked about everything from living in the country, to the war in Iraq, we even talked about the Holocaust. Do you think Guy A and I discussed half that much? Nope.

Maybe maturity isn’t the word I’m looking for though. Maybe it’s emotional maturity balanced with emotional availability. Was Guy A emotionally available? Nope. Was Guy B? Yes.

Just my luck, huh? Great guy, great connection, cute, EMOTIONALLY AVAILABLE, just too darn young.

Go figure. 🙂

But how big of a factor is age in relationships? I have polled my guys and only one has said it’s a big factor. He said when you’re close to the same age you’re closer to being on the same page. You have similar goals. I’m not sure I agree with that one.

I think being on the same page means being in similar spots in life and going the same direction. I don’t think it has anything to do with age. We’re all traveling different paths, we’re all at different spots. We’re all traveling at different speeds. I think it’s more important to find someone you have a connection with and someone with similar goals, thoughts, and morals.

Obviously something is going on with me because those aren’t the only two guys that have shown interest in me. It never ceases to amaze me that it’s when you could really care less about being in a relationship that the men just start coming out of the woodwork.

I was leaving my favorite watering hole Thursday when I stopped to pet Princess, the lounge pet. I was just having a good old time, minding my own business when a guy comes out. Now, I’ve noticed this guy before. He’s a good-looking man. He’s tall, blonde-headed, nicely built, quiet and polite. And he’s not too young or too old. He made it apparent through conversation that he was not attached, I made it apparent also. We talked about our kids. He invited me to the next place they were going, but alas, I had to turn him down. I was leaving because my allergies were acting up. My eyes were watering and itchy, my nose was red,  I was sneezy. I was ready to go home. And I had made plans to watch a movie with one of my friends. He said he’d see me around. I guess we’ll see. He knows where to find me if he’s interested enough to look. 😉 

On that note, as I’m looking out my window and seeing a bright and beautiful fall day, I think it’s time to wrap this up and get outside. I have a day off to enjoy!

Here’s to fall days and days off!

Peace!

I’m out!

Sometimes You Gotta Have Faith

I don’t always talk about faith. I’ve always thought faith was a personal issue, but I guess if I can blog about what guys I’m dating, chasing, or running from, I can talk about a little religion every now and then.

My dad is my role model when it comes to religion. He’s a deeply religious man. One of my favorite things about going home to Oklahoma is getting up early and having coffee with my dad. Some mornings he reads his bible, and I simply enjoy the peace and quiet of my parent’s house.

I guess that’s why now one of my morning rituals is to have my coffee and read my prayer book. I love starting my day with some peace and quiet, so much so that I’ve even started ended my day that way as well. When I’m not so tired I’m nearly passing out, that is.

Last week was a particularly rough week. It was stressful in pretty much every way imaginable, except professionally for a change! By Friday, my hair was almost literally standing on end, and I was completely and utterly frazzled.

It being Friday, I ended up where I always end up on Friday, at my little hang-out. I hung out with my friends, not completely relaxed. I was still stressed.

It came time to close up and at that time I had two sets of friends still there. Both invited me to hang out with them. One set was my friends I hang out with all the time. The other set was some friends I hadn’t hung out with quite as much. Usually, I would choose the first set, but something made me choose the second set this time.

We ended up back at my friend’s house. We were all hanging out by the pool. It was late, and it was pretty quiet. I ended up rolled up my jeans and letting my feet dangle in the pool. Then, I ended up laying back and staring at the stars.

And then, little by little, I felt the stress just drain away.

It was amazing.

What does this have to do with faith? When I needed a friend, a friend was there. I talked and talked and talked until my stress was gone. What I needed was provided for me.

All I had to do was wait and have a little faith.

Even this week, when times have gotten stressful, I think back to sitting by the pool, staring at the stars and feeling (for the moment at least) stress free. And this week, even with some of the same problems, has not been half as bad.

It definitely wasn’t what I expected, but it was definitely appreciated.

For now, I’m off to relax, watch some tv, and start to gear up for another weekend. 🙂

Here’s to life’s little suprises and having a little faith!