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Thanks!

Weird in a Good Way

Jeez. You take a little time off and the whole world goes to poop.

There's something very wrong with that photo. You know what it is? The font they chose for the jersey. That's the only thing that bothers me about that picture. Who chose that? Are all the new Nike designed NFL jerseys going to look like that? These are the things that keep me up at night. Not that it just cost me $65 to fill up the minivan, and not that our beloved QB is no longer a Colt. Just the font. I'm a disturbed woman.

Things have been crazy busy here as usual, and I just haven't been able to locate the time to keep the blog updated. But then a friend's MOM posted on facebook that I hadn't updated in a while and that she worries about me when I go for long stretches without updates and I simply can't have that on my conscience. I'm already up all night over that damn wonky jersey font and I can't add Mrs. Glynn being worried about me to the list. So Peggy, if you're out there, I'm OK. Freakishly transfixed by weird jersey fonts, but OK.

In fact, I just had my yearly physical yesterday and my doc was super impressed with my vitals. I apparently have the resting heart rate & EKG of a professional athlete. He says to me, "Really, I'm amazed at your vitals. It's just so strange that you had cancer." and I was like, "I KNOW." It was strange that I had cancer. One of the things keeping me busy over the past few months has been working with the local affiliate of the Young Survival Coalition trying to improve the lives of newly diagnosed young women. My hope is that we help each young breast cancer survivor reach the point where she feels weird about her cancer. OK, that didn't sound right. To clarify, when I say it now feels strange that I had cancer, I mean that I feel like I have put enough space between treatment and today that looking back it almost feels like it happened to someone else. Very weird, but in a good way. I want other young survivors to feel weird in a good way. I'm still not making sense. It's that damn font. They're going to have to do something about that if I'm going to be staring at it all season long.

So, to wrap things up, I'm doing well, the kids are doing great, I hate the font on Peyton's new jersey, and I've been busy trying to make other women feel weird.

Reading all this back, I suspect Mrs. Glynn was probably less concerned about me yesterday than she is today.

terri+jonathan

Last weekend I had the extreme pleasure of attending the wedding of  dear friend and taking some photos of the occasion. I thought I would share the little video I made using some of the photos and if you'd like to see them follow this link. It was such a beautiful day, and my hope was to capture the spirit & emotion of their special day in the photos.

The Cure is Strong With You

These new t-shirts from Stand Up to Cancer are AWESOME. And really, who better to fight cancer than Jedi's?

If I Need to Smile (or Dance)

I watch this video. My love for JT is well-known, and when you add Jimmy Fallon to the mix doing hip-hop it's a great big 'ol cute sandwich. Terri F., if you're out there, I think of you when they get to the DMX portion. I also love the guy at about 5:45 rocking a neck brace.

Current Obsession

Occasionally my mind gets fixated on an object, kinda' like a scratched CD that keeps skipping. And like the scratched CD that you continue to tolerate because you love the song, I allow the fixation to fester because there is something satisfying about it. Weird, I know. Most often the objects of my obsessive fascination are of the fashion variety, but they can often be pieces of furniture, houses, craft supplies, you name it. This week I am haunted by this dress:

WTF? Where would I wear a leather dress? In the carpool lane at preschool?? I don't know, but I can't stop looking at it.

A Little Prayer

I've written several times in years past about our love for the Indiana State Fair, and yesterday morning we debated about catching the fair train again and going for the day, but decided to try and go today instead. Last night a tragic accident happened during one of the fair concerts, and 5 people lost their lives and many others were seriously injured. I've been saying some little prayers all day for those people and their families, and also for the people who work so hard every year to organize the fair.