Wednesday, June 29, 2011

My sorrows are undone

I've gotten a little behind in posting the Backstreet Boy of the Week. I know everyone must be getting pretty impatient for the next installment. In my defense, we were on vacation in South Dakota for about 10 days and didn't have WiFi much of the time. Don't worry; I'm still hard at work on my research project. Just last night I downloaded about $7 worth of Backstreet Boys songs from iTunes and listened to them all afternoon, even while WCK voiced her irritation: "WHEN ARE WE GOING TO STOP LISTENING TO THE BACKSTREET BOYS, MOMMY? THEY ARE BOTHERING ME!"

I did not give in. Nothing will keep me from my valuable research. Nothing!

It turns out that I actually like most of their songs. The tunes are so catchy that it's easy to overlook awkward lyrics such as, "I'll be the one, I'll be the one, who will make all your sorrows undone!"

Anyway, here is the BSBOTW: Brian!



He is another elderly one, six weeks older than I am. He's a born-again Christian and was born with a heart defect which required surgery in 1998. After that, he started a foundation for kids with heart problems. Aw. That's nice.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Top Ten!

I just found out that my blog is on this list of top-10 myeloma blogs! Woo hoo! The description does say that my blog is "not hugely informative." What? Photos of Bon Jovi with no shirt on are not considered hugely informative? What's wrong with society?

Checking in

I saw Dr. H at Mayo on Thursday. I hadn't been to Mayo for a year, so it was nice to check in with her. I could have done without the vile, vile, vile, vile Pee Pod, although it turns out that my pee is just fine. Thank goodness, because I don't want to do that test any more than I have to.

Anyway, Dr. H is really happy with how things are going. She said that if nothing changes, I don't need to come back any earlier than another year if I don't want to. She said I could even skip the yearly checkup, but Jay and I agree that we want to check in at least once a year. My M-spike was 2.7 at Mayo (it was 2.3 last week in Kansas City), but Dr. H said that you can't compare it with the one from Kansas City, since the tests were done in two different labs. She's not concerned. Once again, she emphasized that the size of the M-spike doesn't matter, as long as it's not causing any problems.

"If you want to go ahead and live 50 years with a 2.7 M-spike, that's fine with me," she said.

Yeah, that's fine with me, too!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Locked out

Early this morning, I took some cans out to the recycling bin in the garage, turned around, and discovered that the door that leads from the garage to the kitchen had locked behind me. I ended up standing on our front porch in my pajamas (NKOTB concert t-shirt and baggy pink plaid pants) ringing the doorbell repeatedly in hopes that my loving family would come rescue me.

For a long, long, long time, the only member of my loving family who responded to my doorbell ringing was, of course, Garland. She ran to the door and then stared at me through the window. For a few seconds, I had foolish hopes that maybe she'd rush off to get help, Lassie-style. Of course, she did not. It didn't even occur to her to go get help. Garland is a cat. Cats don't know how to be helpful.

Finally, after the doorbell had been ringing continually for about 10 minutes, WCK sensed that maybe something was amiss, and she went to get Jay. I'm back inside the house, no thanks to the cat. I hope the neighbors understand.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Peaceful

I've come to realize that the moment the FedEx guy puts the puffy envelope of Revlimid pills into my hands is the most peaceful moment of my month. That very moment marks the longest possible time between the next time I'll have to go through the annoying monthly process of getting more Revlimid. For three long weeks I have no doctor visits, no needle sticks, no phone calls, no phone calls, no phone calls, no worrying the Rev is not going to get delivered in time, and no waiting for the delivery guy.

Peaceful.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Partly sonny

WCK and I spent last week at Vacation Bible School. WCK, of course, was in one of the first-grader groups, and I volunteered to watch the other volunteers' babies in the nursery. Both of us had a fun time. WCK is already asking when Vacation Bible School starts next year, and all of the babies went home happy, without any emotional scars. As far as I know.

My only quibble with Vacation Bible School is with the National Vacation Bible School Corporation (That's not its real name, but it should be) that comes up with the themes for Vacation Bible School. The first year we participated, it had a camping theme and was called Son Rock Kid Camp. Then it was Son Quest Rain Forest. This year, it was called Son Surf Beach Bash. I found the web site for the National Vacation Bible School Corporation, and other themes include SonHarvest County Fair, and Kingdom of the Son.

Jay kept forgetting the name of this year's theme and called it all kinds of weird things, but my favorite was "Kid Rock's Son Camp", which I think would be a very different thing entirely.

Anyway, every year NVBS Corp. comes up with a theme, finds an awkward place to stick the word "sun" and then changes it to "son". Get it? Because the sun is out in the summertime and the camp is about the son of God? It works on two levels!

I have nothing against puns. I really enjoy puns. I think the world should have more puns in it, actually. I just wonder how long NVBS Corp. can keep milking this "son" thing. Eventually, it's going to stop making any sense whatsoever (I mean, even less sense than "SonHarvest"). I'm picturing an endless Creative Team meeting at NVBS Corp. International Headquarters that lasts into the wee hours of the night. No one is allowed to leave the room until somebody comes up with a son pun. Finally, someone suggests a dermatological-themed Vacation Bible School called "Son Exposure Gives You Wrinkles", and everyone agrees, because they've been there all night and they just want to get home. Before sonrise.


Saturday, June 11, 2011

Backstreet Boy of the Week

This guy is named A.J. For bonus points, I know that stands for Alexander James. Thank you, Wikipedia! Also from Wikipedia: A.J. just got out of rehab for the third time. The first time he entered rehab, all of The Backstreet Boys had to stage an intervention for him. He also proposed to his girlfriend at the Hard Rock Cafe with a ring he had purchased ... at the Hard Rock Cafe. (Really??! They have rings there?) Anyway, he's out of rehab and I think he's feeling much better now.



Hmm. Well, so far Howie is still my favorite one. Other things I have learned about Howie: He is the most elderly of The Backstreet Boys (The man is 37!!! How do they let him up on the stage at such an advanced age??), he's Puerto Rican, his sister died of lupus and he now raises money for a lupus foundation. Now that's the Howie that I've always loved, ever since I first heard about him one week ago.

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Flood

Our favorite park is soon to be under the Missouri River because of the impending flooding.

"Wow," said WCK. "I bet all the fish are so excited that they get to play on the playground!"

Hmm. I guess that's one way of looking at it.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Time for a long-sleeved shirt

The M-spike's down another teeny notch to 2.3, which is the lowest it's ever gotten since I started back on the Revlimid almost a year ago. It's the lowest it's been since probably the fall or winter of '09. I say it's time to break out the guitar and have a singalong.




Saturday, June 04, 2011

Summer research project

So I'm going to see the New Kids on the Block and Backstreet Boys NEXT MONTH, people! Actually, they're now officially called NKOTBSB, which I realize would technically translate to "New Kids on the Backstreet Boys", but I think those of us who love them are choosing to ignore that.

Anyway, I'm realizing that the concert is NEXT MONTH, and I still know nothing about the Backstreet Boys. I found the set list for the concert online, and I didn't recognize half of the Backstreet Boys' songs. It was only a few months ago that I discovered that two of their songs -- the one that goes "Back ... street's ... back ... all right!" and then the one that goes, "All you people, can't you see, can't you see ..." -- were not, in fact, the exact same song.

I don't even know the names of the individual Backstreet Boys. My friend Abigail said, "Isn't one of them named Howie?"

HA HA HA! Right! "Howie"! That's funny!!

It turns out that one of them is, indeed, named "Howie." This guy:



In his defense, he doesn't look like a Howie. And I guess he's now my favorite Backstreet Boy since he's the only one whose name I know. At least I'll be able to scream, "HOOOOWIE!" and blend in with the crowd.

My goal for the next six weeks is to learn the names of all of the Backstreet Boys. It's going to be rough, but I think I can do it.