Of sucker punches and carriage rides

The end of last week wasn’t exactly stellar. On Boy’s birthday, I found out that my dad had a brain tumor. The cancer had metastasized into his brain. Way to get kicked in the stomach, right? I spent the night alternating between sobbing & feeling completely numb. Boy wisely talked me into showing up to work the next day instead of stewing at home all day. I only cried once at work right before I got a text from my dad. The prognosis is excellent. The tumor can easily be removed, he’ll need minimal radiation treatment, & he’ll be back at it in about 6 weeks. Far from the worst case scenario.

Boy & I had already planned to go to Savannah this weekend & it was definitely the right choice. A little change of scenery, sitting in one of the squares sipping Italian soda, & laughing at each other and everything around it was just what I needed to get out of my own head. We crammed pretty much everything worth doing into about 14 hours. I was totally brain fried at work today, but it was worth it. We played every silly road trip game we could think of, I kept him awake with my Lady Gaga playlist during the last hour on Friday night, and hilarity ensued.

I came back to the parents’ house today and my dad was back to making cancer jokes. He wants to show off the staples in his head to add to his street cred. We’ve been debating the various merits of shaving his head then which ridiculous wigs we could get for him. My rainbow mohawk idea is currently winning. Jokes about how he would be totally safe in the event of a zombie attack because his brain is already rotten. Some people may look at us and think we’re cruel or downright crazy for laughing about it. Hell, what else are we going to do? Bury him already? He’s already survived one round. There’s no reason he won’t come out of this round with better stories and more sick jokes. Some days, we laugh to keep from crying. It always ends better that way.


P.S. We’re headed to Bonnaroo in June. So, so, so stupidly excited!!

Of band geeks and Jesus freaks

Sorry I’ve been AWOL dear readers. I was on vacation in Orlando last weekend and spent most of this week catching up on what I missed while I was out of town. We may now return to regularly scheduled blogging. Furry Cuteness Friday will return next week.

I haven’t taken a legitimate vacation in 5 years. I went to Vegas with my BFF in 2008 and that’s the last time I went somewhere for the sake of going somewhere. Every trip since then has been to visit a friend who also happens to live in a cool city. The boyfriend got a ridiculously good deal on a hotel room for 3 nights, so we jumped at the chance to go. We saw Blue Man Group, did Universal for 2 days, and saw a Medieval Times esque dinner show with horses. We were staying right across the street from Downtown Disney, but never went to any of their parks. Universal was quite enough. I’ve decided The Hulk is my new favorite traditional roller coaster. I’m a big fan of the suspended ones and this was the first seated one I’d been on in a while that I really enjoyed. Though I’m definitely not as resilient as I used to be. The pain of having my head banged around lasted a lot longer than it did when I was a kid. Funny how that works.

Another short week at work thanks to being on vacation and the Memorial Day holiday. I figured out a way to solve my boredom problem at work. For those who don’t know, I work in financial services. I fell into it after college when my dad’s assistant quit right before he started cancer treatments (don’t worry, he’s officially in remission this year :D), got my licenses, and bounced around a few firms before landing where I am now. I love my boss, my coworker, the culture of the company, and my paycheck, but I always finish my work quickly. Currently, I have all the licenses that make sense for me. There’s a designation on par with a PhD called a Chartered Financial Analyst. It’s a series of 3 tests over 3 years, but once you have it, you can name your price in the industry. It’s got a reputation for being hard, but studying would give me something to do during the day. I’ve batted around the idea of getting an advance degree since I am good at what I do. This seemed to be the best choice. I’ve ordered the study materials and I’ll take the first level test on December 7 (how auspicious). I’ve passed every other test I’ve taken on the first try and I’m confident I can do it again. I’ve been warned that I’ll cuss it out, throw the book across the room, and generally hate it for parts of the process, but it’s worth it. My brain needs the stimulation.

Speaking of stimulation, since I’m awake before 8a on a weekend (I’ve come to accept that’s just my reality for a while), I think I’ll go out for a walk, make a green smoothie in my NutriBullet (I love this thing. It’s awesome!), and wait for my dad to finish up his run so we can go play with cute, fluffy kittens and call it volunteering.