Cancer Sucks Much Like My Writing According To My Sisters

My butt is being kicked on a daily basis these last three weeks. I started my new job as a sales manager which means 50+ hour work weeks. Add grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry and trying to be a wife, mother, grandmother, friend, chicken farmer and good Samaritan on top of it all and you have the perfect storm. I keep waiting for this ship to sink and yet, it continues to bob along the tops of these waves without taking on too much water. The one thing I truly have missed is my blogging time. You know, where I sit and smoke cigarettes, eat bon bons and blog. Ok, I don’t actually smoke although this job has the possibility of changing that. I also don’t eat bon bons any longer. Did I mention I lost 27 pounds? Anyway, I refuse to give up blogging so stick with me. There’s more to come. For instance, ask me about mice or cockroaches. No really, go ahead. Those are stories you won’t want to miss.


Anyway, tomorrow I fly out of Oklahoma City and head down to Houston, Texas. I will be meeting my sister Kelly there at MDAnderson for her quarterly battery of testing. She says she goes there every three months for the last 4 years because she has to in order to keep her cancer under the gun. I am no longer buying that story. I am pretty sure she goes for another reason.

Dr. McDreamy.

I expect my time in Houston to be one full of complete and total mayhem. Why, you ask? Because every time I meet my sisters down in Texas town, it is like stepping into a Tim Burton movie. No really, it is. Think Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice and Big Fish all rolled up into one week. Oh yeah, it’s craziness at it’s finest. The good thing is, I will have so much blog fodder, I will be writing like Hemingway. Maybe even while drunk like Hemingway. Who knows? It should be worth checking back for, that’s all I’m saying.


Now about week six of The List. The assignment was to mow my neighbor’s grass. There are just a few small problems I have to overcome like the fact that it is February in Oklahoma and we have had nothing but snow for the last two weeks. Those three points do not bode well for grass mowing. No fear however because spring is right around the corner promising green grass, torrential rainstorms and tornadoes galore. I’ll get the mower out then, I swear. Well, as long as a tornado doesn’t take it out first.


This whole mow your neighbors grass idea is not new to us. It is also one of the simplest things on The List. Bob has mowed the neighbors lawn in the past. It actually brought another neighbor out of his house, asking why. That's a long story but here is the condensed version. The lawn being mowed was owned by a less than nice person. The questioning neighbor along with a few others despised the less than nice neighbor. Seeing Bob mowing this guys lawn not only brought neighbors out of their homes, it got them talking. To each other. Kindly. Nicely played, Mr. Bob. You are a smart man. I think I want to kiss you when you get home. Yes, I believe I do.


Like I said, it is one of the simplest things on The List. You should give it a try. Unless you live in California. I am pretty sure you can get sued for random acts of kindness there. Check with your attorney first, just to be on the safe side.