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I mistakenly deleted this post, so here it is again:

Originally posted on Friday October 26, 2007

I woke up this morning to find out that my friend Patsy's sweet husband passed away yesterday. I blogged about them before, he had metastatic melanoma. He called it mela-SUCKA-noma, but I'm pretty sure he meant mela-FUCKA-noma. He fought that beast hard for 100 days.

Hold your loved ones tighter today, in memory of Bryce Brown. Oh, and try to make a new friend somewhere along the way, because that's what Bryce would do.




I will add some more thoughts since the opporunity is here. Ever since I received the devastating news of Bryce's passing, I've done a lot of reflecting. I didn't know Bryce as well as I wanted to, or should have. Bryce was in my debate class, my sophomore year of high school. He was funny, a total pop-off. I always felt like he was out of my league so I didn't extend myself the way I should have. We did mock-trials together, he played the part of an attorney and I was a witness. He prepped me well, and was a kick-ass lawyer. That was Bryce-- he was just good at everything he put his mind to.

His wife is the one that I've referred to on this blog as Patsy, in my attempt to help her remain anonymous. However, because her blog has become quite high profile, and because she's wanting to speak up and warn the world about the dangers of tanning, I feel safe in referring to her as Tammy, for this post.

Someone on the outside might look at Tammy and think that she's had the world handed to her on a silver platter. She's had some unique privileges, that is true. However, while she could have easily lived the high life, she simply didn't. She loves and interacts with all people. She could just as easily dazzle the president of the united states, as she could a street vendor. Tammy has experienced some horrible, painful, heart wrenching times. She has faced some of the biggest challenges a person should never have to. Her dignity, grace, and ability to still have a sense of humor throughout it all still, is nothing short of miraculous. I can't believe how lucky I am to know her. I know I've praised her on this blog before, but I can't say these things enough.

Bryce had beautiful eyes and a warm smile. He was friends with everyone he met. Like Tammy, status meant nothing to him, he was unconditional. I've never seen Tammy happier, than she has been in the past 5 years with him. You know how girlfriends get together sometimes and gripe about their spouses? She never did that. She never once complained about Bryce to me. She loved him, every piece of him. Bryce was a big guy, and a lot to love. He worshipped his daughter. I was at their house just before his diagnosis, and I told him I wanted to take their baby home and keep her forever, and he quickly denied me.

It's beyond unfortunate that this most excellent human being had his life cut short. A lesson I've learned while standing on the sidelines of this ordeal, is that PEOPLE ARE GOOD. Forgive your grudges, open your hearts, be patient, be KIND!

Last, but not least, STAY AWAY FROM TANNING BEDS AND WEAR SUNSCREEN!!!!!

True Story

"Craig is all about luxurt and comfery. I consider it a comforment that he chooses to hang around with me."

Said by me, to Shiree.

No, I'm not going to tell you how many glasses of wine I had before I made that statement!

You make me feel like Dancin'

On saturday night, I went to a Halloween/Karaoke/Hypnotist show party. I dressed up as a masked woman. I wore a long, strapless, black sequined dress, and a mask that covered my eyes with black and white feathers, and more sequins. I put glitter all over my shoulders, upper chest, cheeks and eyes, and sprayed my hair with glitter hair spray. I was sparkly! (Sorry Craig, you'll be dealing with the after effects of that for days or weeks to come. Think of it as proof that I was there!)

At the party, my friend Anna's fiance, Alan, grabbed my hand and made me dance with him. He spun me, twirlled me, and bent me backwards. I've never danced with him before, so I wasn't confident that he wouldn't drop me when doing these stunts. Plus, my shoes were gripping the floor. It was fun, I kissed his cheek when the song was over, and sat back down. A couple of songs later, another guy (who I don't know, can't remember his name!) grabbed my hand and also made me dance with him. Same thing... he spun me, twirled me, and bent me backwards. Thanks to the warm-up I had with Alan, I was slightly more confident and easier to dance with. It was fun, he kissed my hands when it was over, yadda yadda. Stayed at the party a little bit longer, and left. Sunday I pretty much lazed around all day, not any kind of intense activity. Then this morning happened!

I woke up this morning with the most intense back pains, and upper thigh pains. I couldn't figure out what I did the day before to make my body ache so badly. Then saturday night came to mind. Ugh. I love dancing, but apparently I need to do some warm up exercises first!

Which brings me to my next thought. I'm a sporadic watcher of "Dancing With The Stars", at best. Rarely watch it, and when I do, it's only because I need to better understand what my co-workers are talking about. However, this season, I'm a bit more captivated, because Jennie Garth is a participant.

Really, who can look this good in 1990:



And still look THIS GOOD in 2007?


I worship this woman! And normally, I'm not into blondes.

What's the point of this post? Vote for Jennie. And vote often!

(PS- any advice as to how I can get rid of this back-ache that doesn't involve Ibuprophen?)

A plea to anyone who reads my blog!

Last night, my boyfriends vehicle was broken into, and all contents easily removable were taken, including my cell phone. Everyone is okay, and today we reflected on the fact that this could have been so much worse-- this is more of an inconvenience than anything. No one was hurt, and certainly, more valuable items could have been taken.

This is where my plea comes in! If I at one time had your phone number, even if I rarely use it, will you please text or call me so that I can re-save it in my contacts list? I didn't memorize or write down any numbers. Why should I, with this great technology? hehe. Besides the point.

I promise, if you text or call me, I will use and abuse your number more frequently!

PS- if you text or call me, please leave your name as well. Thanks!!

Welcome to Thursday

Nothing says "Welcome to Thursday!" more than having the RM who sits over the cubicle wall from you, whistling to the tune of "If You Could Hie to Kolob".

Great. That tune is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day. da da da da daa daa daa daaaa daaa da da da da daa da daaaaa

Is it stuck in your head, too? Because if I suffer, everyone suffers! :)

What is this world coming to?

Brittney Spears had to hand her kids over to Kevin Federline. Now, I posted a link to a white trash Spears about a year ago... and in that link it seemed like Kevin was smarter, but I didn't really believe it.

Sometimes, going to work seems like more of a rest than being at home.

It's so shocking to find out that places in NYC or Las Vegas really DO sleep.

The Real World becomes less of a real world and more of an orgy.

Spice Girls tickets sell out in 38 seconds. This is in the year 2007!!

Many men and women really DO want the one they can't have. If for no other reason.

Five year olds have a lot of insight to living life.

Blondes really do have more fun.

Being accomodating and adaptable to change tends to get one walked all over.

Humans are more sincere than they are given credit for.

You really do need to be careful what you ask for, because you might get it. (with great power, comes great responsibility!)

"There's no sign of life
It's just the power to charm
I'm lying in the rain
But I never wave bye-bye"
~Davis Bowie