my parents’ Golden, Roxee, is super sick.You all remember Roxee, right? The famous apple-eating puppy video?
We found out recently that Miss Roxee has lymphoma. She goes in today for a bone marrow test and her first treatment.
Needless to say, our family is very sad right now.
last night, my sister in law Rachel had her third baby girl, Audrey Corin.
Needless to say, our family is also very happy right now.
and here i am, stuck here in rainy Toronto (i’m sure glad i took the time to blow dry and iron this morning only to go out and get all wet and frizzed up. note to self: look out your window in the morning) and not in Atlanta, squeezing a golden retriever, and not in Nashville, squeezing a brand-new baby. (so, the bad: RAIN. the good: NO SNOW)
no, instead. i’m here. dealing with DRAMA. i hate dealing with the drama. it makes me cocoa for cookoo poofs (i blame Tracey Jordan) (so, the bad: DRAMA and having to take down a post. the good: 30 Rock is the funniest show to ever be)(bonus good: my guest post at mamapop! go read it! go read it!)
instead, i’m here. dealing with the dreaded measure at my new gym. oh, how i hate that day. there’s little more mortifying than having some strange SUPER built woman (think: Jillian Michaels) make you spread your legs and come at you with a tape measure and then try to sell you $500 worth of personal training sessions. (so, the bad: measurement mortification. the good: Ali makes the gym her bitch is working. i went FOUR times last week and FOUR times this week)(bonus good: i got SHOES AND A SPORTS BRA)