Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Free CD

A year ago, I wrote a post about taking WCB to get her pictures taken, and about how she acted like a dark, brooding, sullen baby who refused to smile. In November, we tried to take some photos at Sears with WCB's cousin, WCB: Under Eighteen Months Category. This photo opportunity resulted in WCBUEMC smiling angelically while WCB crawled away from the background and sobbed in despair, as though having to go to the photo studio was the Worst. Thing. That. Could. Ever. Happen.

We didn't order any prints.

Today, I took WCB in to a nearby studio for another photo session, expecting nothing. It turned out the be the best photo session EVER. WCB smiled and posed agreeably, and I actually got her wild, curly hair somewhat under control. If you've ever seen WCB in person, you know this is no small feat of engineering. There are some mornings I think her curls must be visible from space.

The downside to this? I ended up ordering about two go-zillion prints because they were all so good. The sight of WCB actually smiling for a professional photographer put me on a strange high. It's like everything went black, and when the smoke cleared, I was hearing the photo lady tell me that if I ordered just one more pose, I could get The Free CD.

The Free CD is like the Holy Grail of photo-ordering. It contains digital copies of every photo that was taken at the session. I've never ordered enough prints to reach the level of The Free CD. It's like reaching the level of Ms. Pac Man where you get to see the little movie of Ms. Pac Man marrying Mr. Pac Man.

And so, I ordered one more pose. I got The Free CD.

I now have enough photos of WCB to wallpaper most of the house. If you'd like your house wallpapered, too, let me know. I can print you some photos from The Free CD.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007


My friend DeAnna came up with a new word that I think has the potential to trickle into everyday conversation: "Remail."

You know: You type out a long e-mail to one of your friends, and then you realize you want to tell another friend exactly the same thing. Maybe you don't want to send the second friend the entire original e-mail; maybe you don't want to copy the second friend to the address line, because that would appear, well, impersonal. Either way, you're too lazy to re-type the first e-mail and personalize it, so you just copy and paste the original and send it on its way to the second friend.

Usually this works out fine, unless you fall into the common remail trap of not proofreading. Here's what can happen: Say you send an e-mail to your friend Marcia. "... and then I took WCB and her alligator toy to the playgroup, and every time another child got within 10 feet of the alligator toy, or looked at the alligator toy from across the room, or even thought about alligators, WCB would scream, 'No! No!' and clutch the alligator toy to her chest, as though she were rescuing a drowning victim. The rest of the time she ignored the alligator toy.* Oh, Marcia, what is it about alligators?"

Then you decide to copy and paste this section into an e-mail to your other friends, Jan and Cindy, but you forget to take out the "Oh, Marcia ..." line. You are so, so busted. You'll forever be known in your social circle as The Remailer, and nobody will ever take your messages sincerely again.

This has happened to you, hasn't it? Years ago, one of my friends once sent me an e-mail about how she'd just gone to a wedding in South Dakota. Yeah, I know: It was MY WEDDING! Remailer. Busted.

Anybody else have stories of remail?

* True story. The part about the alligator, I mean. I don't really have a friend named Marcia. I wish I did, though. She got to go to the prom with Davy Jones.

Thursday, January 25, 2007


First of all, thank you to everyone who has been posting comments and letting me know that you're reading this stuff. Your comments are making me want to go out there and be somebody! (Right there, I was quoting The Jerk, not being sentimental. Then again, quoting The Jerk is my usual way of being sentimental, so who can tell? Anyway. If I could, I'd pick out a Thermos for all of you.)

My friend Brooke mentioned that I should write about "BAAAA!", so here's the story: WCB is really into animal sounds. She can tell you that a kitty says "Meow" and a duck says "Cack, cack" and a cow says, "Mooooooo!" She also knows what a sheep says, but it comes out a little bit scary sounding, like "BAAAA!" with a bit of a growl to it. It's not the sound of a normal, cute, sweet, innocent sheep ....

It's an eeeeeeevil sheep. Like this:

Or this:

Or this:

What's my point? I'm not really sure, although you'd be amazed at what comes up when you Google "evil sheep." Try it sometime.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Year of the Blog

Yesterday was my one-year anniversary of blogging. I'm not sure how to mark my blog's first birthday. What do you get for a blog who has everything? After careful consideration, I've decided to celebrate by posting an '80s photo of Tom Cruise from before he went crazy:

Ah, Non-Crazy '80s Tom, how I miss you!

I also wanted to say thank you to everybody who has been reading this during the past year. Please post a comment and let me know if you're reading. I don't care if it's, "Hey, I'm an anonymous person who was extremely offended by your origami bashing." I just like knowing there are people out there.

All right. It's time to start another year.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

It's baaaa-ack!

An ordinary day. An innocent trip to the mailbox. Little did I know, something sinister was waiting for me on the inside.

Cue Psycho music: REE!! REE!! REE!! REE!!

It's a fresh Pee Pod from the Mayo Clinic. It's back.

Dun dun ... dun dun ... dunnnnnn .....

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Good boy, Spike!

I got the results yesterday afternoon. M-spike is 4.6. It hasn't moved since November. My IgG went up a teeny bit, but last time it was down a teeny bit, so it's still sort of hovering around the same place it's been for the past six months. My IgA and IgM are still a little too low. Everything else is OK. Hurrah!

So ... it looks like I passed my tests for this round. I called up to Mayo and scheduled my next appointment for March. I should be doctor-free until then.

Good boy, Spike. Sit. Stay.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Want to sponsor a bald head?

I came across another myeloma blogger who has an excellent idea. Beth lost her hair because of her treatments and is looking for some nice new hats. If you make a $25 donation to International Myeloma Foundation and send her a hat with your company logo on it, she will advertise your company on her bald head. Not a bad idea. If you're interested, stop by her blog and find out how you can send her a hat.

In other news, I have a message in to the Cancer Center for my results. I'll let you know if they ever call back ...

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Iron and underwear

I spent the morning at the Cancer Center. Once again, I was the only person in the waiting room who didn't live through World War II.

I know I'm always complaining about waiting for my test results, but this time I was actually able to get my blood count results back before I left. This is the test that shows the state of my red cells, white cells, and platelets. I still won't know any of my other results for a few more days. Anyway, everything is normal, but my hemoglobin is down to 11.5, which has me a little freaked out. Dr. GPO said he wasn't the least bit worried, because 11.5 is still within the "normal" range for a woman. Still, I'm on iron pills, and my hemoglobin was at 13 one year ago without any iron-pill assistance. I don't think this bodes well for the rest of my results. I think Spike is beating up on my red cells, and I don't like it.

I felt fine before I got that number; as soon as I heard "11.5", I suddenly got tired, like, "Oh, yeah, I feel the anemia kicking in now. I need to go lie down for a while."

Anyway. I'm going to be OK. Is anyone else nerdy enough to remember the episode of The Golden Girls where Dorothy battles a gambling addiction? "I'll never be cured," says Dorothy, "but I've learned that I need to take everything one day at a time."

"Oh, you have to, Dorothy," says Rose earnestly. "If you took them two at a time, you'd be constantly changing your underwear."

One day at a time: Because I can't do laundry that often.

Monday, January 08, 2007

You don't scare me, Spike.

It's been a while since Cancer Girl has posted anything about, well, cancer. It's been kind of nice. Unfortunately, it is that time again: I go back to the Kansas City Cancer Center tomorrow morning for my blood test. I don't expect anything to be really wrong with me in general, since I still feel OK, but I'm starting to accept the fact that my M-spike is going to keep going up and up and up. Last time, it was 4.6. I wonder if I'm going to break the 5.0 barrier this time. If it's over 5.0, I'm going to have a margarita. Or at least a slushie with some alcohol in it.

There's an episode of The Simpsons where Bart doesn't get to go on a field trip and instead has to sit in the principal's office licking envelopes. "You can make a game of it," says Principal Skinner enthusiastically. "See how many envelopes you can lick in an hour, and then try to break that record."

That's what I'll do. I'll see how high my M-spike can go, and then try to break that record.

Bring it on, 5.0. Bring it on.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Trouble in bear-adise?

Is it just me, or do the bears in Goodnight Moon look like they're in couples therapy?

Monday, January 01, 2007

Mmm ... NICE!!

Happy 2007, everyone! We celebrated last night as only the parents of toddlers can: We ordered Chinese takeout and fell asleep by 10:30. Woo hoo!

About a week or so ago, WCB invented a new phrase: If she eats something she finds particularly enjoyable, she'll get a big smile on her face and exclaim, "Mmm ... NICE!!"

This is the cutest thing EVER, and I also think this is a good philosophy for life in general. In fact, I think it will be my Official Motto for 2007. I'm going to look for more things that make me want to shriek, "Mmm .... NICE!!" Notice that it's not, "Mmm ... SPECTACULAR!!" or "Mmm ... LIFE CHANGING!!" It's a phrase that celebrates the things that are "nice". You know: the little things that just make life generally pleasant. For example, Jay and I have been watching Scrubs on DVD. We finished one disc and had to send it back to Netflix, which meant we had to wait about a week to see the next episode. Then we discovered that our TiVo had picked up the EXACT episode that we needed. What are the odds?


What about you? What makes your life "Mmm ... NICE!!"?