Tuesday, September 26, 2006


If you look closely at my finger you can see his male genitalia. If you look even closer at my ring finger, you will see that I am either engaged or married as well. Wow. I have so much to tell you. Okay, okay, you caught me. That's not my finger and that's not my sister's uterus. The picture was stolen off the internet. But you get the idea. My sister is expecting a baby boy on January 27! The name is still in the works, but it's looking like it might be Cooper. And I'm going to leave the whole name topic at that. I know some of you might be expecting me to elaborate on the last name and how much I dislike it. But I'm not doing it. You can't make me. So the kid isn't going to have the greatest last name, who cares. I've taken some slack for the last name Steele and I'm sure this baby will take some slack for his last name as well. Okay, you twisted my arm. Let's discuss it. My friend Aubrey and I came up with an action-verb for the last name. (k[e^]g)er*ize\, 1. to bring into an intoxicated state as a result of drinking from a keg, 2. to attract strongly, as with a magnet, to drinking out of kegs. And there you have it. Cooper Kegerize. I'm not sure how I feel about the sound of the double consonants, but then I keep remembering, it's not my baby! And thank goodness for that! Don't get me wrong, I'm starting to get excited about being an aunt. BUT...dealing with all of this "baby stuff" continues to reinforce just how much I am not ready to have children. Whether or not I will ever be ready is an entirely different question. As one of my professors says, we can discuss that over a warm cup of coffee or a cold beer. (Insert line break, per Ben's request here)

Tonight Betsy and I went to Target to do her gift registry. I'm not a frequent flyer in the baby sections of stores, and tonight reiterated exactly why that is. When you're in baby sections of stores there are usually babies. And where there are babies there is usually crying and screaming. In my observations this evening however, it typically wasn't the baby crying and screaming. It was there older toddler sibling. Regardless of who is doing the crying and screaming, those noises are like fingernails on a chalkboard to Emily. There was one little girl in particular who left a lasting impression on me tonight in Target. Either she missed the whole lesson on "inside voice" or she only gets out of the house like once a year. She didn't know if she was happy or sad. One minute she's screaming out of excitement because she saw a toy and then the next minute she's throwing a fit because she wants popcorn. I said out loud to my sister something along the lines of they better keep that kid quiet (there might have been some profanity used but you get the idea). Unfortunately for me, the dad was right at the end of our aisle. Talk about awkward. At first I thought he didn't heard me. Then, after he walked by and gave me a very evil look for what seemed like forever, I realized he definitely had heard me. I admit my words were uncalled for. However, we heard that child wherever she went in the store. And even the "child loving" Betsy eventually sad that she was out of control and needed discipline. I know I need to learn to be more patient with children. And I would like to do that. But at this point in my life, all I think about when I'm around screaming children is, what have I done to deserve this punishment? I would also like to add that I loved children until I was a lifeguard at a city pool for 4 summers. It was that experience that changed my view of these small creatures. You might be starting to get concerned for the safety of my nephew, but I promise you that I will never take out my frustration on him. I will just hit my sister instead. :) I kid, I kid.

Must get some sleep now. Goodnight.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Rain Rain Go Away!

Not a big fan of Mondays and not a big fan of rainy days. Therefore today was just a blah kind of day. I spent 4 1/2 hours with Jerome again today. I keep telling Pat he has nothing to worry about but I think he's starting to get suspicious. My love affair with Jerome is neither here nor there however. Let's get down to business.
On today's agenda, an update on Mark. Last Wednesday, Mark had CT scans done on his abdomen, chest, and neck. They were supposed to get all of the results that same day but unfortunately that wasn't the case. What we DO know: his abdomen and chest scans were great! We had to wait all weekend long not knowing about the neck. And of course, the longer you have to wait the more scenarios you put into your head. "Maybe they're taking so long because there's something wrong." Today Mark finally got a call about his neck scan but he didn't get to speak to the doctor. He spoke to the physician's assistant who gave him some unclear and misleading information. We're still not sure about the neck results but what we've gotten out of it so far seems promising. Hopefully we'll know more about that soon. IF the scan of his neck comes back clear then it is my understanding that at this particular time Mark is cancer free! The problem with being cancer free though, (I know what you must be thinking... problem with being cancer free?!?!? How can that be? I'll explain) when you're cancer free insurance isn't as likely to pay for any "preventive treatment." Mark might be eligible for another clinical trial in which he might be able to prevent cancer from spreading to his brain again. However, if he has no measurable amount of cancer in his body, the treatment would be preventive and therefore might not be covered. You don't want to get me started on that whole subject. Yeah I know, insurance companies are running a money-making business so they have to worry about making money, yada yada yada. HOWEVER, to a certain extent they hold people's lives in their hands. They have the ability to make or break someone taking measures to prevent diseases and often they break these opportunities by not helping people pay for them. Opps... looks like I got myself started on the subject. My apologies. I'm done now (I feel much better too - thanks!). Back to the good news. I am so happy for the good results but I think this roller coaster ride is catching up with all of us. It's hard to believe how mentally draining it really is getting good news then bad news then good news then bad news and worst of all, just never knowing what to expect with each new test. It's so hard being away from home with this going on too. When I'm living with them, when they know something, I know something. When I'm living in BG I sit and wait for them to call and then usually grow impatient and then start calling them and bugging them until they know something. Don't get me wrong, this is not a pitty-party for me. I feel terrible for my mom and Mark. I can't imagine what a toll this has on them. Well, it's way past the time I had designated as my "bed time" for the night. What's new. I have a lot more to tell you though. Coming up next: Where will my life will be taking me next year, interested in the sex of my sister's baby? How would you like to see a picture of my new car? Interested in the new house my Dad and Jill built? Would you like to know the potential breed of dog I picked so when I actually have time for a pet 5 years down the road I will be prepared? All this and more, after these messages. :)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Opps I Did It Again...

My sincere apologies, please take these flowers as a token of my regret. I have almost gone five months without an update. I just slapped myself on the wrist, twice. I could start making a list of excuses about how busy my summer was and how stressful grad school has been so far and maybe this would excuse my long absence. But instead I'll just admit that I completely forgot about my blog and my loyal readers. But fear not my friends. I'm back and ready for action.

So what would you like to hear about? "How school isn't like it 'used to be' when I was an undergrad?" Would you like to hear me reminisce about the days before grad school when I actually felt smart in class and even smarter when I left class. Or maybe you would like me to compare and contrast the reasons I used to get excited for the weekends and the reasons I get excited for the weekends now. Maybe you want to hear about my experiences of teaching my first college-level course. I could tell you all about our new apartment and the new problems that arise with it each and every day. We could talk about how much I miss my dog Jackson, and the rest of my animals and family members. Maybe you are looking for an update on Mark's health and his situation. You might enjoy hearing about the people in Bowling Green who hate me and who in turn I despise as well. Perhaps you want to hear about my views on road construction. I'm going to be an Aunt, maybe you're interested in hearing more about that. I could tell you about the fact that after four years of living in Bowling Green, I still manage to end up in Michigan when trying to go to the Toledo mall. It's your call. I can write about any and/or all of that. Leve me a comment and let me know what sounds good to you, and I will do my best to accommodate you. That's what I do. It's all about you, (enter name here).