I may be a little uncool but...

       I love 90's TV shows. LOVE them! I have my favourites, Friends, Frasier, and my guilty pleasure, 7th Heaven. But my all time favourite is Mad About You. It doesn't get nearly enough credit these days for being so darn good! Unfortunately they've only released three of the seasons on dvd in Australia, so this had led me to watch the few episodes I'll ever get over and over and over again, and I laugh every time.

       If I were in my mid twenties back in the early 90's rather than now, I think I would have had a bit of a crush on Paul Reiser, who plays Paul in Mad About You. I can't really explain why...you might just have to watch some episodes to understand.

       As I mentioned in my previous post (here) I read Paul Reiser's book on marriage. After I bought it online for $9.95 (including postage) I excitedly waited for it to arrive in my mail box, and when it came I read it in one afternoon.

       It gives a really humorous view into marriage & living with another person, and the quirks we all have and discover in one another.
   
Clip -

Excerpt from "Couplehood"

(When Paul is talking to his wife about fishing)

I tried to convince my wife that fish don't feel the hook.
    She says, "How do you know?"
    I said, "I don't, but that's what they say."
    She had no argument. "Well, okay then, if you're sure that's what they say..."
    Again, why would they lie?
But I'm sure animals say the same things about us.    Go into the woods and you'll hear grizzly bears saying, "You know when you bite people's arms off? They don't feel it. Believe me, if I thought they felt it, I could never do it. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. No, you know why they're screaming and jumping around like that? It's a dance. It's the Dance of Joy. They're saying, 'Yippee! Thanks for trimming that section off me.' Every six months, they shed that part of their bodies naturally... That's why they have those short-sleeve shirts. It's part of nature - don't worry about it."

(Talking about dinner party conversations)

Sometimes you're in the middle of your story, you look around the table, and you realise -                nobody's listening. They're talking amongst themselves, paying the check... And you're thinking, "Am I the dullest person in the world? What happened here?"  

And then, the saddest moment in the world: You look at your wife and discover that she's listening. She, who's heard the story a thousand times. But, God bless her, she doesn't have the heart to let your story plummet like a boulder. So she sits there pretending she's interested. And what's even more pathetic is you continue to tell her. You don't want to stop. 

Love it!

Last week

       Well this week hasn't been a good one. It hasn't been bad, but not so good (I feel like there is a difference between the two). Side Effects were kicking in. Monday I felt like death warmed up so I spent the morning in bed, then rose to watch my taping of "A Place to Call Home" then, thoroughly exhausted, went back to bed until dinner time. Tuesday wasn't too different, except I'd moved onto the lounge. The next few days however I started to feel less nauseous, less headachy and more mobile. I could deal with the sore throat and tiredness.

        As this week was mainly me being horizontal, my activities were all a bit random and odd - and all inside the house.
       I grew a matchbox garden horrendously overgrown yard, watched too many episodes of Cheers than I'd like to admit (I don't even enjoy the show, yet I watched it...sad), read a 90's book about marriage (in one day), knitted, got overly excited when 7th Heaven and Frasier were on TV straight after each other, ate four packets of jelly, etc etc.

       Today I'm venturing out on my own (Jake is at work) to meet some friends for lunch. The biggest thing I'd done all week is buy wool at Lincraft, so I'm excited to get out of the house today!

ps: I visit the Radiotherapy doctor on Monday to see how it all went.

It's a jungle out there!

Sisters

       I am lucky to have a sister in my life. She is two years younger than I and we have always been close. In fact, when I remember back when we were young and she was more like my best friend than my little sister. We'd play games using only our imaginations, running around the backyard each of us in our mind envisioning a wild forest, or holding our dolls imagining they were sweet little babies crying and needing our undivided attention. We'd teach our imaginary students, drawing large letters and diagrams on our blackboards, and we'd play tennis in Nan and Pops backyard, as well as being the commentators for our 'outstanding' game.

       A few posts ago (here) I shared some of our funny childhood stories, and it inspired me to try and record some of these memories. I decided a fun way to do so would be to capture them all in the form of a type of children's story book - funny little cartoon illustrations and our funny little stories to go along with them.

       So I bundled all the childhood photos together and took them home and started sorting and reminiscing. I've only done two illustrations so far, and I have a feeling it will be a long project, but a fun one.

Obviously it's not my birthday

Playing dress-ups with Great - Aunty Ethel

The first time I really realised Steph was going to be taller than me

Baywatch Babes

Flannel Flowers were a theme for our family photos in the late 90's

The tennis racquet was the flower girl 

Re-creating the photo at my real wedding

Radiotherapy - 1 Week Down!

       Well it's been a while since I have written. Mainly just because I've had a quiet week, and nothing too exciting happened. Although on Monday I got a phone call saying that I had missed my first radiotherapy appointment! Whoops! Turns out they forgot to mention to me that rather than putting my treatment back for another week, the wanted me to start on my original date. So after work I rushed into my first radiotherapy session feeling a little underprepared. It all went well though, and I had four more sessions this week gone.

      Each morning I come out of the radiotherapy room with a lovely honeycomb pattern on my forehead. Even though the sessions only take about 15 minutes, the pattern is so impressed on my head it takes a good two hours to full fade.

I enjoy snap-chatting these unique pic to some lucky friends

       So I have 10 days of radiotherapy left, and then it will be straight back in to all the tests and scans. Hoping that radiotherapy does the trick, and I won't need further treatment. That is something I am nervous about.