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I went to my family Doctor yesterday to get my prescriptions refilled and I asked him a bunch of questions about all the stuff I was told at the Cancer Clinic. He put all my worries to rest and said one test doesn’t mean anything. This is a wait and see situation and there is really nothing to worry about at this point. He is going to get the Cancer Clinic to fax him over the rest of the results and then review them himself. Thank God for that.

Last night Marlee and I went out for coffee and I did the stupid thing of having a White Chocolate Mocha at 8pm. I swear to God I never learn. Anyways, we were there until about 10:30 and hyper as ever. I got home and did all the dishes, made all the lunches, cleaned up and had a shower before going to bed. I was on caffeine fire. I slept alright, but after having my morning tea I seriously felt like I was hungover. I had a coffee hangover. Ugh. Not good. I basically had to eat a bunch of food to make it go away. Thankfully it did.

I am super craving pasta right now. I wonder which sauce Chad will make tonight.

Alicia is sick and dying behind me. If she touches anything that belongs to me I am going to punch her in the face. IN THE FACE!

I spent the entire day putting together the Spring Production Schedule. It took forever but it looks amazing. I organize like a Mother Trucker.

I’m really not a fan of Mandatory Marley at 4:20.

I Guess It’s Never Really Over

Cancer Clinic Danielle

Another day, another appointment at the Cancer Clinic, another extension to this whole process.

Every time I think its the end I go to the appointment thinking its all over and there is no need to have anyone come with me because it will be fine. Then I go, by myself, and get told its not the end. I’m not going to lie, I was expecting this. Expecting this because that’s just how things go for me. Not one surgery but two, not one treatment but two.

The Radioactive Iodine treatment went well. The follow up scan showed two spots, one on the side of my neck and one in the back, that were glowing indicating they had taken up quite a bit of radioactive iodine, meaning the spots contained Cancerous cells. But the fact that they were glowing basically meant they the cells were killed.

The weird part is that I went for a blood test after my treatment and certain levels came back higher then normal, which doesn’t make any sense and the doctors don’t know what to make of it. They don’t thinks its anything serious, but they don’t know what it means. The course of action they are taking is to monitor my blood over the next 4 months and see if the levels level out or not. If they don’t then I will most likely have to go for another dose of Radioactive Iodine sometime in the Spring.

For the love of Jesus, isolation AGAIN!?

All those years of wishing I lived under a rock by myself are coming to fruition.

After hearing of the news I was of course disappointed because I was really hoping this was the end of it all, but I realized, there probably is never going to be an end. I will always get tested, I will always have to go back for more things, and if anything looks funny, I will have to be Radioactive again. I guess part of me is alarmed by the news, but to be honest, if it really was anything serious, I would be in there next week getting it done, not 5 months from now.

So, in the wise words of Todd Bertuzzi, it is what it is. There is no sense in sitting her in a pile of depression wondering ‘Why me?’ It is what it is, and its obviously just something I’ve got to go through. So onward and upward.

I’m sure 24 years of negativity hasn’t helped the situation.

Itsa Monday

We have to leave in 45 to go to our next Thanksgiving Dinner. This time with my Moms side of the family. I didn’t take pictures last night like I promised myself I would, but really I totally forgot about it. Dinner with the In-Laws was tasty and fun. Tonight, even more good food and family. I haven’t figured out what I going to wear just yet. I have 15 minutes to do so.

I’ve spent a lot of time this weekend photo shopping pictures for my mom and myself. Creating Christmas cards and updating web pages. Now I am scouring the net for layouts for this website my Aunt wants us to build. She asked us about 6 months ago; still haven’t done it.

Is it weird that every time I stay home all day long and don’t have to go anywhere I forget to brush my teeth after breakfast? I’ve been doing it for 24 years and I just realized it now. Bizzare.

Chad is sitting on the couch watching football and putting in some overtime at work. Hes been stuck there all day, which means my only source of entertainment has really been the internet.

Ok, now I gotta run.

Lets Get Drunk

Well, its the Fall and with the fall brings the production of WINE!

Dad and Chad were the masters this time around. Chad spent another year learning the family traditions.

Making Wine
Nonna Sonia

Nonno didn’t want to participate this year due to the fact that he had hernia surgery not to long ago, so Nonna stepped up to the plate.

Nonna
Making Wine
Grapes

Stems Chad STEMS!

Making Wine
Making Wine
Me

I cut my bangs again. Don’t worry, I have a plan.

Mom & Benji

Look, it’s Mom & her Boo Boos.

Mom & Benji
Dads Cycle

Dads ‘Cycle

Dad Cleaning Up
Me
The Garage

I love having the garage open like this and watching everyone who walks to drives by the house and seeing their reactions.

Doing his job
Mr. Bee

Hello there Mr. Bee.

Chad and the Grape Vine
Chad and the Grape Vine

Grapes on the Grape Vine. We don’t actually use these grapes in our wine production.

Chad
This is what I call a perfect Sunday afternoon.

The weather has been amazing lately. These pictures were taken at the end of September, thats why Chad is in shorts.

I love Fall sunshine because it’s warm but still cool. You aren’t sitting there dying like you would be in the Summer.

Bet you wished you still lived here eh Pat?

We actually don’t have many plans this weekend, other then two family dinners. I plan on taking lots of pictures.

I love the Fall.

 

The Evil Potluck

Finally the server is  back up and running and I can post!

I thought for this mornings post I would discuss something that drives me insane, the Potluck.

Now as an Italian Housewife we are known for our hosting and hospitality. When you come over to our house for dinner it is an insult to us if you help us in the kitchen or clear the table, only because we take pride in doing everything that is concerned with hosting a dinner ourselves. You are our guests and there is no need for you to do any of the work! We enjoy making all of the courses and all of the food and serving them to you almost as if you are in a restaurant. The thought of you bringing your own food is appalling. Here in lies our hatred for the potluck.

This hatred I have for potlucks most likely stems from my Mothers hatred of the potluck. Her mentality is, why should you have to prepare all this food for your family, only to pack it up and take it somewhere else, when you could just sit and home and eat it like normal people, with less hassle and less mess. This I totally agree with.

Now there are only a few circumstances where I feel a potluck is an OK idea.

  1. When you get a group of friends together and say HEY! lets have a picnic and BBQ some stuff and bring some chips and dip. – Simple enough, enjoyable, and the potluck is mentioned upfront.
  2. When you and your friends decided that you would like to do a dinner party with a theme, say Greek Food, and you split up the menu so everything bring something Greek, that way you can try lots of different things. – Organize between friends and everyone knows what they need to do.
  3. When you and your friends or family decided to do a holiday dinner together and everyone is told what they can bring and the work is shared. – Leaves the guessing game out of it and it is organized together.

These three example are situation in which I have NO problem participating in a potluck, mainly because the idea of the potluck is the reason for the get together, it is simple, organized, and everyone is told what to bring upfront. These are the only reasons I would not be in a rage about a potluck.

But here is why I hate potlucks.

This situation seems to happen over and over again to me and I can not stand it.

You are invited over to someones house for dinner or a party or something and they give you all the info. This date, this time, yadda, yadda. So you say Hey! I would LOVE to come over to your house for a Birthday party! Sounds great! Then, you get an email the week before the party that says, Oh Hey, forgot to tell you that the party is a potluck, so you have to bring something.

Insert Rage.

Here is why…

  1. If you are going to have a potluck make it UPFRONT so that people aren’t scrambling at the last minute.
  2. Split the menu up and TELL people what to bring, otherwise you end up with 10 appys, 2 salads, and no main dishes.
  3. I actually find it insulting that you are throwing a birthday party for yourself and are asking all your guests to supply the food. Never in my life would I EXPECT my guests to bring food. The only time guests bring food to my house is when we throw our annual Christmas party and I supply all the food, but some people like to bring a dish themselves to help out. I NEVER ask anyone to bring anything.

The bottom line is, if you want to have a potluck, make that the reason for the gathering. ‘Thanksgiving Potluck’ or ‘Picnic Potluck in the Park’. Don’t invite people over to your house, where they expect that you are supplying food, hence you inviting people over to your house, and then spring it on them that they need to bring something. That is just rude and inconsiderate. Does it really take that much effort to buy a couple bags of chips, some dip, and some appys at Costco?

In the end, I think the idea of a Potluck is just a very ‘mangiacake‘ kind of thing. Italians would never dream of having their guests bring anything to their house or their party. It may work for some but it doesn’t not work for me. My culture would hate me for it.