Who doesn't love Joey Ramone?

I love this dude. The first time I went to see the Ramones, was in the late 70s in Santa Cruz. I was hooked, loved them, loved the energy.

Good boy, good boy...good dog!

I want a dog, not just any dog, this dog. I fell in love with one I saw at the San Francisco Farmers Market a few Saturday's ago and have been obsessing since. It is a Shibu Inu, the oldest breed of dog that comes from Japan. I want this dog, okay, if I can't have this dog then I want a german sheppard.

Good boy, now sit, good boy. Give mama a kiss, good boooooooy!

Somewhere, three brothers reunite...

Thank you for all you have done for the people of our great country.

Johnny and June

This just may be the best photo ever.

Fuck You!

Today I am in the middle of a conversation. It seemed important, I listened, I heard, I gave my opinion. And, I was told that what I had to say was not important, not going to be considered because I was too easy to put down. My face dropped, tears welled, whoa, it felt like a gun shot. So I calmly said, why don't you try that again. I was flatly told that they felt pinned against the wall by me and that they were being set up. Again, and even a more deliberate calm question, why don't you try that again. Nothing...

My heart pounded, my stomach hurt, I no longer had spit in my mouth.

"What you have to say is not important and so easy to put down"...I have no words for what an insult that really is. No apologies came, no clarification, nothing, just storming off, yelling you pushed my buttons.

Well you know what, FUCK YOU!

Crap!

Okay so here is the latest update - they found a mass on my other breast. Yep, you heard me the OTHER breast. The good news is the mass they found is benign. But the surgeon and the pathologist strongly recommend that I need to have another lumpectomy because they need to make sure there is no cancer forming in the mass. In other words they want to make sure there is no insitu.

I am grateful, not scared any more. But another surgery...ah, man. No one should have to have two lumpectomies in one year...right?

Another Cancer Aha...

I am not over mourning the loss of a huge chunk of my breast. I have always said my breasts were perfect - they were, or they are. God I can't even write it.

I have been thinking about why I am not losing any weight (yes I am exercising and yes I eat half of what I used to) and I have come up with that I am having a physical crisis of the spirit. I have lost part of me, and maybe that part of me that doesn't know better is hanging on to the me that I want to lose.

More later...I need to go to bed and attempt to sleep.

Mammogram

My mammogam is tomorrow morning. The first since surgery - the last one I had was awful, I had all of these 5 inch needles sticking out my breast. I am anxious, nervous and dare I say a little scared.