Aging. It sucks.

There was a tiny bit of drama in the 'hood on Sunday night.  My cat has suddenly decided to poop in her box again.  My cousin's autistic son has a girlfriend.  And I got all felt up today.

Now you're all caught up on my life since I last blogged.

I wish I had something exciting to tell y'all about Friday and Saturday but I don't.  Oh wait a minute.  Friday night after work I went to the art supply store to buy some materials for the two large commission paintings I have to do for the partner here at my office.  The guy working in the store said straight to my face that I am crazy. 

I told him I had seen a certain type of canvas on their website (it was a particular gallery style canvas with 2.25" sides) in the size I needed (24" x 48" - yes I have to paint TWO paintings that are each four feet long and two feet wide).  I found the brand and type of canvas but could not find them in 24x48 so I asked this cute young thing for help.  He looked around the store with me and couldn't find it and then he looked it up in their system and said they don't carry that type of canvas in that size so he could not even order it for me.  I insisted I had seen it on their website 3 hours earlier and he told me I am crazy.  I agreed with him and then I bought a different canvas.  He was very nice about telling me I am crazy and then he helped me carry all of my supplies to my car.  Sadly, that was the most exciting part of my Friday.

Saturday was even less exciting.

Sunday I cleaned my house for 6 hours straight and then I was on the sofa and suddenly sirens were coming from everywhere.  I looked out the window and there were 3 cop cars parked right in front of my house.  And there were two more cops at the corner blocking the cross street right by my house.  "Hmmmmm," I thought.  Because I think deep and profound kinds of thoughts.

A minute or two later, a fire truck arrived.  They honked a lot and moved their truck around to a few different places and it was all very confusing.  Then I saw 3 firefighters open the hood of a pick up truck parked in front of my next door neighbors' house and they were just shining a flashlight in it and looking at it for about 10 minutes.  I don't know if they were cute or not because I had just taken a shower, had wet hair, no make-up on, and was wearing a white t-shirt with horrible paint stains all over it.  And no bra.  Not exactly the appropriate look for going outside and flirting with some potentially hot guys in uniform.  And then I had a horrid thought that if they had to evacuate our 'hood for some crazy reason I would be mortified to open the door for them.

Eventually they left the scene and that was about as exciting as my Sunday got.  The next day the pick-up truck was gone so I have no idea what was going on.

This post is absolutely riveting so far, isn't it.  It's just like my life.

On Monday our office was closed for MLK Day so I went to my cousin's house and we played games all day.  She has 3 boys and the 12-year-old is autistic.  I found out he has a girlfriend at school.  He's fairly severe on the autism spectrum and says very few words.  But he kept saying her name and had a giant grin on his face.  He is SUCH a sweetheart and it made my heart happy to see him all excited about her.  He kept trying to sit in my lap but he had on slippery nylon style sweat pants and kept sliding off into the floor.  Then my aunt made hamburgers and I asked for mine to be well-done.  I could barely bite into it when she gave it to me because it was more burnt to a shoe leather consistency instead of just being well-done.  But I just said, "YUM!  This is SO good," because I'm a nice polite southern girl and that's what we do.

Last night after work I went to June Gardens' favorite place:  Ulta.  I've been using Bare Minerals for many years and I have loved it.  Suddenly in the past 6 months or so I have stopped loving it so much.  It's been very cakey looking and orange/yellow-ish looking even though I'm using the same shade.  I decided to go find myself a new foundation last night. 

Did y'all know Calvin Klein has a make-up line?  I did not.  Anyway, that's what one of the girls in Ulta recommended for me.  This is a link to what I got and after using it this morning, I think I'm going to love it.  When I was paying for my stuff, she gave me a bunch of free samples of day moisturizer, night cream, conditioner for my hair, a face spritzer, a little make-up bag, etc. 

As I got back in my car, I managed to get my purse strap all tangled up around the rear view mirror and I do not even know how that happened.  But it was dumb.

This morning I went the specialist to get my girls checked out.  And y'all, my girl parts are going to be the most well checked out girl parts in all of the United States before this year is over.  I've already had my pap smear and ultrasound all up in my hoo-ha which resulted in a visit to the oncologist for another physical exam and then the MRI last week.  Which I loved so much.

This morning I was at the specialist for 3 hours.  Oh, it was fun.  I had a mammogram.  And then they did an ultrasound on my girls.  And then I had a regular physical exam of my girls.  And then I finally met the doctor.  And do you know what I have to do now???

Do you????

I have to have ANOTHER FREAKING MRI.  They saw nothing on the mammogram or the ultrasound but because of my horrid and insane family history of breast cancer, she wants me to do a 6-month follow-up in the form of an MRI to get a really thorough check of them.  So in July, it's back in that stupid tube again.  This place I went to this morning enters a bunch of data about you into some sort of formula and it calculates your risk of getting breast cancer and my risk is twice that of the normal population.  And she said they only factor in your mother so mine is really much higher than that because of all of my other family members with breast cancer and other types of cancer. 

And, guess what else?

She wants me to have genetic testing and counseling done. 

And guess what else?

When I go back in 3 months to have my hoo-ha ultrasound again to follow-up on the fibroid I have to meet with the oncologist again.  The doctor from this morning said to check with the oncologist about possibly starting on Tamoxifen and getting all of my other organs scanned for different types of cancer and I should ask her what order they should be scanned in.

Holy crap y'all.  Now I understand that quote about growing old not being for sissies.

And why does my family have to be the crazy cancer family?