Happy Little Trees

Still sick. I feel like crap. I thought I was just tired and my thyroid hormone was too low again but now I know I have the flu. Sucks. But on the bright side, I don't have to work and I don't have any babies to look after so I can just be sick without having to still 'do' like my poor sister 'does' when she gets sick. So I've been laying on the couch with Peanut watching old episodes of 'The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross' only getting up to refill my glass of Gatorade.(citrus cooler of course) I would like nothing more than to be on that show just so I can paint a masterpiece then pull a rescued baby squirrel out of my pocket to introduce to my viewers like he did once. I'd rather have the flu than thyroid problems again that's for sure. I had to get my blood work done for my endocrinologist(say that really fast 10 times) the other day and the guy was so rough with my arm, I have a bruise there. I'm such a camper when it comes to getting my blood drawn too, I hate it but it's not like I have a choice. Of course I've never met anyone who says they enjoy needles. I won't know if I need radiation again for another couple weeks. At least now I know what to expect so it's not so scary. Last time I was expecting some kind of Sci-Fi looking contraption but it was in the form of a large blue pill . Then I got naseaus after, my glands under my ears swelled up, and I had to drink a lot of water and go home the next day. So I'm not scared. I thought I had this f-ing cancer thing beat already dammit! Well I sort of do, it's just taking a little bit longer than I thought. This isn't deadly, it's just a life nuisance. Wanna hear the funniest part? The main reason I don't want to have radiation again is because the hospital where I had to stay in to have it done has the nastiest food I've ever been served in my life! The food where I had my surgery was really good and fresh and the food they gave me at the other place was so nasty, I get the heaves just thinking about it.

Don't feel sorry for me for longer than 2 seconds. I have excellent health insurance so I'm lucky. Plus I have my voice back. Took forever, doesn't sound exactly like I used to, and it gets weak by the end of the day if I've been talking and laughing a lot-which is just about everyday. But I'm happy to have it and I can sing in the shower again. And in the car.

Thursday Thirteen Songs I Sing In The Shower

While doing this, I just realized why the lady who lives next door hates me. She glares at me-and I mean GLARES at me every time I see her which is quite often because I walk my dog around the same time she leaves for work and comes home. I don't care though, I smile big at her because I don't know what her problem is and have no reason to dislike her other than the fact that she hates me. MrPea and I have different bathrooms because I hate sharing a bathroom with a boy. So the ladies room in my home is right where her master bedroom is.

This in no way represents my music preferences because I don't have a preference. I love just about every song I've ever heard. Most of them are oldies because, personally, I find oldies easier to sing and more fun to sing in the shower. I use the word 'sing' very generously because I used to at least sing in tune before my surgery but now I sound like an angry cat with strep throat. And that's fine with me.

Thirteen songs I sing in the shower 1. The Joker, Steve Miller Band 2. Is this Love, Bob Marlery 3. Take it Off, The Donnas 4.Sexual Healing, Marvin Gaye 5. Let's Groove, Earth Wind and Fire 6. One Way or Another, Blondie 7. Stayin' Alive, Beegees 8. The Hawaii 5-0 theme song-I don't know who composed this song 9.What am I to you, Nora Jones 10.Get down on it, Kool and the Gang 11. Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Barry White 12. SuperFreak, Rick James 13. I wanna hold your hand, The Beatles Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1.chelle 2.ancsweetnsassygal 3.the rock chick

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She said-She said-He heard

Since the moment we met, MrPea and I sometimes misunderstand each other. My husband's first language is French and he speaks excellent English, but with a beautiful accent and I have a barely there southern accent(that I can turn off and on)-so sometimes I have no idea about one or two words he's using and vice versa. I can't yell as loud as I used to and he doesn't yell or speak loud at all so it's more frequent lately. As always, I was on the phone with my sister, Neenee, last night. Here's a little snippet of our conversation:

Neenee: "Hey, you should watch Primetime tonight. They're doing a segment on hoarding."

Me yelling to MrPea in the next room: "Can you record Primetime for me? It's about hoarding, you know, that's what my mom sort of does!"

MrPea: "Huh?"

Me(impatiently): "Hoarding! Hoarding! I'd like to learn more about it so I can try to help my mom with her hoarding!"


.....................................................pause of silence...................................................................................

MrPea(slowly): "I'm sorry, can you say that again?"


This is what he heard: "Can you record Primetime for me? It's about whoring, you know that's what my mom does.....Whoring! Whoring! I'd like to learn more about it so I can try to help my mom with her whoring!"





I'm so sorry, Mommy-I would never say that, I would never even think it! It was him! Him! Not me!

Excerpt from my personal diary

From October3rd, 2006(about 3 and a half weeks after my damn sugery)

Letter to my voice (I still had a scratchy voice)

When will my voice come back? When? Please, voice, come back. Just the way you were-just come back so I can sing again. I don't have to sound like Aretha Franklin, I just want to sing without sounding like f-ing Peter Brady.. I just want to be able to speak without using up all my damn breathe and energy. Voice, just come back and I promise I'll never wish you sounded different. I just want to sound like me. *However, voice, if you are changing permanently, at least be sexy like Marilyn.(Monroe not Manson) But seriously voice, just come back from where ever you are. I need you.


I still don't have my old/real voice and I complain about that to anyone who'll listen at least once or twice a day. I don't sound like Peter Brady anymore and that's good. My surgeon says to wait a few more months for my nerves to repair but I'm doubtful. I should be thankful that I can speak at all. But I miss my old voice. I used to be able to change it to suit the situation.(I don't mean baby talk-I hate when couples do that-grosses me out and makes me wonder what kind of issues are really laying there under the surface-but that's a story for another day) I can't make the funny voices I used for reading stories and imitating people behind their backs. I can't make it softer for asking for favors. I can't yell at my husband and my dog. I can't scream if a psychopath tried to kidnap me. (I know,I know, this is a bit paranoid but wait til I tell ya'll about the time a creepy man scared me at the pool in my neighborhood one day)

I've been told by everyone that they don't notice the difference. But I do, I've been listening to it for 30 years, I should know. This isn't a pity party. I am very thankful for how well things turned out. I just found that page in my diary and thought it was funny. I'll try to remember the creepy man at the pool story for another day.