Fuzzy's Romp Room

DANG, Foley, you cannot win for losing.  Absolutely LOVE the blues in your skies!!!  I want to photoshop out the lamb (the lamb of God) and put him in your blue skies.  I used to do all that stuff, but I'm goofy Gail now, just so outrageous, used to be one of the smartest people in the room, but no more.  President Obama, when he finally met some members of the Seal Team Six, diff from when he went to their base, this is when a few came to the White House with their team leader, and the leader said after they all had a nice talk together in the Oval Office, this amazing head of the most amazing bunch of men in this world, he goes, "The President was the smartest man in that room."

LILY, love that name, Lily.  I stole a purple lily today, right out of my psychiatrist's institute's parking area, it's in my kitchen now.  Or maybe it's an Iris, who knows!  I shall name myself Iris.  But I like Lily better.  May we exchange?  Dah'lin, you've just barely finished a year in.  I was better, but still a complete wreckage of a human being, and filled with a lot of emotions I didn't know were there, but I had pushed down and saved them for later, and boy, when they came out, I was gone far, far away, couldn't get back down to earth to save my life.  The hormone pills drove me insane, unfortunately, so I had to put them down. 

Lily, yes, it's the cancer that literally and figuratively eats at you.  It is a mysterious thing, disease, sort of like the night is mysterious, with its stars and moon and sometimes you can see the Milky Way if you're laying in a pasture in the middle of nowheres.  But cancer is not beautiful, and neither is disease.  But mysterious... even our very lives are mysterious, and surely the animals must wonder, "What am I?  What is this?  Wherefore doth myself go?"  And the answer to all those mysteries is more mysteries.  Disease doesn't ask you to set aside your feelings and let him break down your door and EFF up your life.  Nope.  Ain't go no manners, doesn't wipe its mouth with a linen napkin, never heard of please and thank you, ma'am, and SHO DON NO NO NAMES.  It takes and takes and takes, and then kicks you in the butt on the way out, and if you say one wimpering ouch, why, he'll do it all over again only worse, and if he wants to on a whim, why, he'll kill you. 

And that's the story, my dear Lily, so sweet in your form, so lovely in your face, the most delicate of all our hearts belongs to our dear Lily.  This world is one of survival.  It has no beginning, no end, and it's all aout wanting to live.  We want to live so badly we'll die for it.  Remember "Sophie's Choice" with Meryl Streep?  She had to decide.  Death or Life between two children, WHICH ONE?  It had no happy ending.  Our world is not a place for happy endings.  Instead, we find that particularly special item in our hearts.  The human heart is the greatest power in heaven and on earth, and the devil knows his time is short, and so he's grabbed a bunch of the prettiest of us, be it our minds, our faces, or our loving ways, and has thrown us down a deep, dark hole. 

But Lily, I'm here.  I'm reaching my hand down to you.  My hand has a lot of chocolate all over it, but it's soft and my arm is long and strong enough to gently pull you free.  For your heart will always be free.  Breathe in the air outside, feel the breeze in your hair, fall down on your knees and pray to the living God, the Good Shepherd, that he take care of you, for you are but a little lamb, and he knows you, and as it says in the scripture, you know the sound of his voice and he knows yours.  I love you, Lily, my sister, more than any amount of money, more than any success, more than my own wishes and hopes for looking just a TAD better.  I mean, gee whiz, that cancer crap, it rips into us like a tornado and tears away everything that makes us human.  I don't look at my body in mirrors anymore, and if I do, it's by accident.  So, to make it so you CAN look, you go get you a very perfect camisole with soft straps and a puffy chest thingy going, and wear it everywhere all the time, even in your bed.  And/or you can also get a fantastical tattoo on your missing boob (where did it go?  i surely do not know), I've seen some tatts that exactly take the place of that old blob of fat and skin, with beautiful colors the human cannot make themselves, someone else puts it on there, and they make curls and furls and unfurl it all into a beautiful... a beautiful Lily with a beautiful body, because it holds your beautiful heart.  Bless you child, and may you go in grace.

Love as always to all my sisters, Gail Esquire the Magnificent, the Third, Fourth, and Fifth star to the left, just below the morning star, as the sun comes up, as a sparkle in my eye and therefore all our eyes, for we all see the same thing:  Love rising in a darkened world and into the light of our hearts.

Gma, beautiful.  Your photos would look wonderful put to canvas!

Dunes, sounds like you've beem real busy.  Almost done, I bet that feels good!

I'm exhausted. I hurt. And I can't sleep. I have to go to the dentist in the morning. I'd bet anything that is the reason I can't sleep. 

VEG & DUNE, yes, I get overly nervous with an appointment coming up, as well as grocery store time, or really anything that requires me to leave my secure home and go elsewheres.  I asked husband last night, "Is there any way I can hold off all activities for a whole year?"  SMILE.  "Stop the world, I want to get off."  And then there's just plain being up all hours for no good reason, which happened last night, stayed up late with husband watching some chiller about some people stranded in the Bermuda Triangle who board a haunted ship.  I was pretty tore up when it was done, so i decided just to stay up. 

That was three hours ago, sun and birds are up, and I'm still up.  SIGH.  But, I did manage to clear my slate clean of duties, even squeezed the store out, so SCREW IT ALL until the very end of the month!!!  Even tho I was declared NED, i still imagine I have cancer growing in my other boob, a melanoma going in a couple moles, and of course ovarian cancer from a tiny cyst of which the doc wouldn't take out the ovary despite my pleas.  But by golly they get my blood.  Gee whiz.  Blood doesn't show cancer, folks.  Just if I've skipped a few bananas.  But do I care if I got something eating me alive?  HELL NO.  It can just go EFF itself.  My husband, my Dad, and myself are all made of wire, and like Mom says, "Gail, don't you know they can't kill us."  She is hilarious. 

Well, enough fun and games.  WHY CAN'T WE ALL LIVE IN A COMMUNITY?  I guess we have to do our living vicariously thru this here Fuzzy portal, and for those like Lily who has pretty much had it a year out, just re-read what Fuzzola wrote at the top when she started this here chatty romperette room.  It's for folks like us who just cannot quite get over ourselves.  And i say:  IT'S OKAY TO BE SLOW, STUPID, AND SLUGGISH.  Just call me slug.  I am but a slimy slug in the empty boxcar of my life (I stole that one from Fuzz). 

Oh, WHERE IS FUZZY?  How dare thy start this up and then wander off "with no direction known, a complete unknown, like a rolling stone!?"  Let's see, some other parts of Dylan's song I like, "Once upon a time, feel so fine, but then you find, you're not real!  How does it feel!? How does it feel?!"  I'll tell you.  Makes me SO BADLY want to go back in time and live a month in the old days, the old haunts, the freedom and attitude made for climbing Mt. Everest.  Well, I'm here to testify that even tho I go out in my pajamas, I DO put on my shoes, a barrett in my hair, that getting into my car and assuming the position is MY Mt. Everest.  For I am but a slug, a slimy slowy sluggety slug, a slugola.

Love as always to my lovely sisters, who I need worse than anything.  Always, Gail

Oh my, what a beautiful picture!

Gail, you slimy slowy sluggety slug, slugola, you. You are a trip girl! I sure hope you are not truly feeling like a slugola. You are no slug in my world! Fuzzy posts once in a while on facebook. I haven't asked her why she doesn't come back here. It could be she has moved on from all this. I'm glad that she was able to move on, but I miss her like you do. I selfishly wish she would pop in and say hi once in a while. I sure am grateful to her for starting this thread. It is pretty much the only one I frequent.

Veggy, your pancakes sound so delicious. I had birthday cake on Mother's Day with the double boiler icing that was handed down from my grandmother. It has everything bad for me in it: lots of sugar and even corn syrup (which you KNOW my mother did not buy organic). I did not have that cake last year, and I missed it. I'll post a picture of it when I get it off my mom's camera. 

Speaking of organics, I just watched a video which showed how GMO's and Roundup cause tumors -- and the mammary glands were a primary, maybe the primary, place where these tumors showed up. This is why I insist on organics. It is the only way to be sure it is not GMO. If you want to see the video it is at https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=H62ScHZkTXw#!.

We are with you Lily. Try to trust that it will get better. I hate it when certain threads turn nasty, so I can certainly relate to how you are feeling. We are a good group here in the Romp Room. We are tolerant and respectful -- and above all, fun!

Yummy!!!! You are giving me the munchies veggy!

Good luck Veggy. I'll be looking for your post regarding your results. 

Good luck Veggy - meanwhile ill have some of your pancakes! Recipe?



Xx

She looks lovely, my dil is spoiled over-indulged only child brat ....

I started out with a recipe for pancakes many years ago. I don't use it anymore. Then I just started experimenting. Now I cook like my grandmother did... A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I'll try to measure next time and write it down.



I'm very scared to call and find out my results. I keep putting it off.

Veggy - in your pocket when you decide to call - think good news, good news, good news - AMEN

Veggy - thinking only good news. Am on for a while. Will keep refreshing. All toes/fingers crossed and saying a prayer for you.