From my heart to yours

As a woman, I find that there are many great things about being the "fairer sex" that I love. Great hair, cool clothes, shoes (OMG shoes!), boobs, less hair in places where there should NEVER be hair.  And just in general...not being a guy. I've never been one of those people who have played the "I would have loved to have seen what it would be like to be a guy for one day" game. I like being a woman. There are of course things about being a woman...that I equally dislike. Saggy boobs, periods, menopause, breast cancer.

Yesterday, a friend of mine; someone who I have known since I was barely a teen; told myself and some others that she had found a lump under her arm. Immediately her mind must have gone to her own mother, who had breast cancer and beat it. But so many what ifs must have sprang to her mind and rocked her to her core. I'm certain her world turned as inside out as well as her stomach; I'm sure; launching her heart into her throat.

When she told me, we (with other friends on Facebook) were having a discussion about something completely different. She told us, the three of us - and I think collectively we just held our breath. No one really said anything for a moment. We just sort of all sat there. But she was very pragmatic in her usual way about getting her ducks in a row so things were taken care of. A friend of ours first said she needed to go to the doctors and I just simply echoed the sentiments and told her to have it checked. The logical thing of course, "have it checked".... and I offered to her to go with her - had she wanted me to. She had already phoned the doctor to get in, and of course googled the shit out of what it could be one huge massive downside to the gift that is the internet, playing Google doctor...(I've done it myself) - with the ultimate fear firmly planted in her mind...as well as mine.

She has a loving husband, and two beautiful little girls. Her Mom too. I adore her family. They are beautiful people both inside and out. They are the kind of people who get shit on time and time again, but never ask for a thing - who deserve everything good and blessings to happen to them, not bad things. I've often referred to my friend as "my Simon" (Simon Le Bon). She says the things I wish I could, I wish I would...without hesitation. She takes the chances saying things and the risks I wish that I would in life, and makes shit work for her even when it's shit that she has to work with. She is a gift, and so amazingly talented. And for as much as she says the things I wish I could/would...I think she often sells herself short in her talents. I suppose that's the way things are with many - why I've not finished my book, why I've not promoted the hell out of my blog for everyone to read. That self doubt. That questioning -- the nagging voice of "what if I'm not good enough"?

I adore her, probably more than she will ever know. She has been a solid person in my life, and has always had my back. I can't imagine what my life would be like without her, nor would I want to and thankfully....I don't have to. She went to the doctor's today and it turned out to simply be an infection. I sat and cried earlier today thankful she doesn't have to go through that, thankful those girls and her husband have their Mom and wife. Thankful I have my friend, thankful she's okay.

There's a lesson here for us all here - check yourself. Men too. Check yourself, be diligent. Stay healthy. See your doctor. Please.

One Last Glimpse,

~K

Early morning ramblings

Whenever I'm about to write something... like inspiration is brewing. I get this... anxious feeling. I've never really been able to describe it before. It's like a whirligig of buzzing and anxiousness all rolled into one. I also; more often than not; find that I rub my fingers together as well. Like I'm plotting something, scheming, planning. This is something about myself I've never noticed before. I found I was doing that right before I began to type.

I'm sitting here on this super snowy morning, unable to sleep (it's early -- for me anyway) and I've got this feeling under my skin. An itching. Something needs to come out. But as of this moment, I'm uncertain as to what it is. Maybe it's just writing in general. Getting my thoughts out. Writing this. For you. Are you captivated? Are you amused? Intregued? Hanging. On. My. Every. Word. With. Antici.....

First major snowfall of 2014

Pation? ...I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

And yes, as you can see we have had a lot of snow in about 24 hours time. This shot is out my dinning room window, the sun isn't even up yet and I'm not even 100% sure as to why I'm up. But I am, and there you have it.

I also took it upon myself to send a rather gutsy tweet to John Taylor while I was at it asking for a studio shot. Something TOTALLY out of character for me, but I figured well -- the last time I asked him for a photograph (reminded him he said he was going to post a photo and hadn't) - he obliged. Mind you, at that point he was actually Tweeting. Anyway, we'll see what happens. He may, he may not. I expect nothing, but appreciate everything.

The cheeky Tweet in question

Over the next few days it's supposed to get cold. Wicked cold. Brutally cold. Deathly cold. Please, stay safe, stay warm and don't do anything stupid. IT ISN'T WORTH IT. If you don't need to go out, DON'T GO OUT. And even then....please, take care.

One Last Glimpse,

~K

We are family!

Every New Years Day my husband's family comes for our Christmas dinner. He's the oldest of seven kids, a blended family...sometimes more siblings and their families are here than other years. But this year, this time, was the most people we've had since we started this. And it was fantastic.

Alan's Grandmother (his Mother's Mother) invited herself (asked my husband if she could come) a few weeks ago, which was a pleasure and a half. I haven't seen him that elated and that happy in a very long time. He was thrilled, absolutely thrilled. And she was equally as tickled as to how she'd been cheeky enough to ask to begin with.

 

One by one Alan's siblings arrived with their families, the noise of conversation and laughter grew louder until at one point, I couldn't hear myself think. It was amazing. In total 28 people graced my living room this evening. 27 people I love very much. We were a few short - some who couldn't be with us due to work...and some who couldn't be with us...but who are always with us.

I think my Father in law was pleased to have almost all of his children here for our Christmas dinner. There have been ups and downs (as with most families), some estrangements...but in the end, it all came down to family, and which was more important.

So today was a fantastic day. I had a great time....although I ate way too much!! It was a great start to 2014, a year I think is going to be one for the history books.

One Last Glimpse,

~K