as far as birthdays go, today was pretty good. i'm still getting used to lack of local friends and i thought today might be brutal in terms of making me feel incredibly lonely, but my lunch out with all my works friends - all married, all over the age of 50, all with kids my age my age or older - just made me feel incredibly awesome. i got a beautiful mixed media piece of artwork from my "boss" deb, a $25 gift card for mermaid antiques from margaret, cards, and from al i received a signed copy of a book he'd written on some aspects of the history of wellington county (i am a big local history buff now, dum dum dummm). from the parents - ipod speakers, mexx pants and gorgeous top, really beautiful necklace, and dinner out. also money from my relatives, a pajama sweater and purse from my grandparents, and flowers from my brother and his fiancee. pretty solid stuff. birthdays get kind of lame the older you get, i think, and i'm still not quite processing that it's come and almost gone but that seems to be the trend for me this year. delayed reactions all around.
i've now lost about 21 lbs which is a big feat for me since i'm such a fan of bread and sweet sweet cheese and am now down to weight watchers ultra thin floppy bits of bread and this bizarre no fat no taste mozarella, but that's ok by me. the best thing about losing weight is shopping for sure, i love clothes, man, and the more i can fit into the happier i am. i am still about another 25 lbs away from my "goal weight" since i've been slacking quite a bit lately but better 25 than 40.
the brochure i did for the fergus 175 stuff got published and i'm so stoked, it turned out pretty sweet. it's gratifying actually seeing something i created and being able to hold it in my hands and know it was distributed to 3000 people. that's whack.
my dad's starting radiation treatment in about two weeks from now as the cancer has spread to his upper right leg, in the bone, and also to one of his ribs. they're going to blast it down a bit so he'll be in a lot less pain. still surreal, still don't know how to really talk about all of it. i've realized though even when i'm crying about it and everything gets really overwhelming i've still never given up hoping that he'll go into remission and things will somehow turn around, despite it being stage 4. he's amazing, honestly, he's so strong and anyone who hasn't met my dad has missed out bigtime thus far. i know a lot of people are scared of him because he comes off as serious and tall and intimidating but he's a riot, funny as all get out, knows all the words to cheesy 80s songs and is terrible at guitar hero but plays it anyway. i wish everyone in the world could know him like i do.
in closing, i can't wait to see the new indiana jones. goodnight.
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