I'm going to turn into a pumpkin... It's 1am!!!
Tonight my friend D1 and I took me and my bald head to go see kareoke. I wasn't quite brave enough to go full on bald, but I still was fierce rocking in my ball cap. I didn't sing onstage, but I sang with them in the crowd and even shook my butt a lil bit. It was fun to see everyone, and more fun to see them sing.
I also got emails for two dude friends I know who are now going to donate blood.. How kick butt is that?
Whoever donated the blood to me yesterday must have been an energetic mofo because I feel really good. But I am going to rest tomorrow though like it's the Sabbath. Nap city.
Today I unpacked and cleaned up a bit. I got the sweetest lil' package in the mail from my main girl L(space)D - the Wizard of OZ on DVD (state o' the art and with 10 hours of bonus features), A Dora book for my Zoe Kat, and this cool Stitch 'N Bitch book... could it be.. knitting in my future??? You so rockit L_D. I love you, woman.
I am going to need some distractions during the BMT as I think I'm hospital bound for like 30+ days.. just like being in the pen or something. Jailtime. I'm going to go nuts, but have lots of distractions. I even got some cool old school paint by numbers stuff from a dear friend the other day.
I'm getting nervous about the transplant as there is talk of doing it next month. NEXT MONTH. I want to meet with my team as I have so many questions, but I've decided that I'm not going to worry about it. There's just no point to doing that.
I've also decided that my motto for my transplant will be:
Where there is great love, there are always miracles. -Willa Cather
Thank you for that Ms. Minou.
I feel safe and loved. Loved. Solid. Powerful. I'm going to see my miracle in 2006. I have faith in this. I do and I will.
I, bald debu_goddess extraordinaire, am doing this. And I'm doing it with flair!!
Your assignment for today is to sing. Like.. WAY WAY SING. Outloud. Like the world is your kareoke. Because life is too short to not sing when you can. Even if you suck. Sing your guts out today. And then sing some more.
I so suck at being an international superspy, so I'll just settle for being the 007 babe instead. You get the kareoke mike though, pal.
Posted by debutaunt at January 4, 2006 12:57 AMDeb; I'd love to donate blood, but since we spend 1/2 the year in Mexico, I wonder if it would be a problem? Please check if it will help as we'll be passing through Texas en-route to Mexico in the next month.
Posted by: kathy at January 4, 2006 02:37 AMI am going today to register and give a blood sample for the bone marrow transplant donor program. I would never have known about that program were it not for you.
Posted by: CJ at January 4, 2006 10:01 AMYou're such a rocker chic. The funny thing is, I actually sang in my car this morning. I NEVER sing.
I can see your future. You will take up knitting and this will be one of those very popular knitting blogs. Oh! You can make a bunch of funky hats to give to cancer patients! That would be way cool!
Posted by: Trish at January 4, 2006 02:16 PMI have no problem with the singing. I am a rockstar.
No, really, I am.
Posted by: Rachel in AK at January 5, 2006 06:46 PM