These are a few of my favorite things.

Watching the water aerobics class at the swimming pool. You know the classes that are composed of morbidly obese over 55 year-old women wearing floaties on their arms and bonnets on their heads?

My heart shutters a thunderous pitter patter when I see someone driving by picking their nose. This really gets me in the ticker.

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My Latest Girl Crush

My ladylove sold out on me. If you know me then you know who I am talking about. If you don’t know me then you probably think I am a lesbian right about now. Liz Phair. ‘How could she do this to me’, is something that I have been spouting since the release of her self-titled album in 2003. It was definitely not her best work. I figured by her next album she would pull out her guns and get back to her roots of kicking some major feminist ass. However, that was just not the case. Her 2005 album “Somebody’s Miracle” was in my opinion the ultimate sell out and thus the end of our love affair.
Well Miss Phair I have found a new ladylove. It was hard, but I can now say I am over you and on to someone new. Through my journey of healing I have sampled the flavors of very palatable young ladies: Jenny Owen Youngs, Rilo Kiley, Tegan and Sarah, Regina Spektor, and The Heartless Bastards . All of these ladies are incredibly talented! However, there is one particular lady that has stopped me in my tracks much like you did when I heard Supernova at the delicate age of twelve. Her name is Leslie Feist and she stopped me in my tracks with the song 1234. She has performed with Peaches as well as with the BSS. I think that Feist will be my new Indie Goddess at least for the time being.

The B.S.S.

I don’t know what it is exactly about the Broken Social Scene, but they pull at my heartstrings. I am not sure if it is their lyrics, musicianship, or the fact that they are Canadian. I first discovered them when I was in the height of my obsession with Brian Kinney a.k.a Gale Harold from Queer As Folk. The song ‘Lover’s Spit’ came on during a particularly romantic scene. Something about the song just resonated with me. Lover’s Spit is terribly perfect and romantic. After the episode was over I went to my computer and typed in the lyrics. I searched and searched to find out; who is this band, what is the name of the song? Finally, I was successful. I viewed, I heard, I searched, I conquered. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I realized they had been under my nose the entire time…well in all actuality about 6ish months. My precious MP3 collection that Eric gave me for Christmas about 6ish months prior had on it one of their albums.
Then!
Yes, there is more coincidence. I was flipping through magazines that I had been saving (yes I am strange like that) and came across Spin magazines underdog issue from June 2004. Guess who was featured as an underdog, yep that is right you guessed it the Broken Social Scene.
For your ocular and auditory pleasure:
Lover’s Spit

Anthems for a 17 Year Old Girl

Pitter Patter Goes My Heart

Ode to Sandwiches

I love you my little tasty sandwich,
On wheat, on white, on rye,
I love you more then pumpkin pie,
I love you with mustard, with Dijon,
With lots of veggies or with almost nothing on,
I love you with buttered peanut and assorted jellies,
With Turkey, Tuna, and Tomatoes,
Dear my lovely sandwich, I love you anyway you are!

That is all.
Song of the Day: OK Go: A Good Idea At The Time.

Presentation, Demonstration, Facilitation, Improvisation

It is done!!! My presentation rocked! I am now calling myself an 'expert' in existentialist theory. I really like how I facilitated and demonstrated existential theory. I wrote a script that exemplified how a therapy session using existential theory would look. It was fun. My characters were the Leader, Ricky Martin, Cher and Paris Hilton. I contrasted it with a person centere theory therapy session. Success!
I feel accomplished.
School is great.
Music is great.
Weather is great.
I am off to have some sort of adventure in the sun.
Quote of the day: I am I; You are You; I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations; And you’re not in this world to live up to mine; I is I; And You is You.

Munday or Monday?

Last night me and the hommies were supposed to go to the Isotopes game. We were all looking forward to stuffing our faces with 50 cent hotdogs and chilling out on the grass enjoying America’s great pastime. Well that is not exactly what happened. At about 6:45 we decided that it was far to damp to venture out. That is right too damp in the desert, I love it! So we decided to have a hotdog party at T-N-T’s. We went to the store and bought all the goods as well as a bottle of Parrot Bay. When we (Meg and myself) returned to the pad Sheri and Lauren were there. Sheri was showing us her new “toy”, her brand spanking new breathalyzer. Sean D, Phil, Cecily, and Bender also showed up each one of them carrying with them a fifth or handle of spirits. Being the alcoholics that we are we decided to invent a new.

The game was who can blow the highest in the breathalyzer. Clever, right? I blew a .05 after my first drink which was a Diet DP with a shot of Jameson. Holy Cow! Everyone, including super tiny Lauren was only .03 after their first drink. I can’t really remember the exact numbers but I know that everyone made it to a little above .20 or higher. It was quite a silly night filled with hotdogs, shots and hilarity. This morning everyone puffed to see who was still holding onto their booze and apparently I was. I blew a .09 after 7 hours of sleep. I think I have a slow metabolism or something. T-N-T were both at .03 and Sheri and Lauren were both at 0.

Surprisingly, I was highly functional today. I finished my presentation that I have to give tomorrow, ran errands with Meg, and cooked another tasty meal for dinner. Overall not a bad day for waking up over the legal limit.
Song of the Day: Jason Collett: Hangover Days

Pitter Patter Dribble Drabble

Rain, rain go away come again some other day. Goodness the drizzle hath begun. I am a fan of the rain. I think it is super nifty. I do not like the lethargic reaction my body has to the rain. Also I do not like the pitter patter of the droplets on my face, I must have been Chinese water tortured to death in a past life or something.
Speaking of morbid
Last night I watched the creepiest show with my mom and Martin. It was the about the ‘things’ that could possibly destroy the earth and thus mankind. I only got through liquid hot magma spraying out caldera’s, a giant black hole sucking us up, a meteor running into the earth, and crazy robots and computers taking over before I decided I was pretty over thinking about the end of the world.
Speaking of end of the world…my graduate class is killing my desire to ever attend school again! I am so exhausted and I am only at the end of class meeting number 5. oh well, I must admit it is getting better. The content and process are finally starting to merge. I am becoming more comfortable with eye contact, and I am really great at synthesizing peoples positive and negative feedbacks as well as having full on nonverbal conversation with people across the room. Either that or I am finally telepathic... YES!
Tao of the Day: Opportunity: Life is an opportunity not an obligation.

Hip-Hip-Hurray

Where do I begin? How about at the very beginning? May thirteenth I was laying in bed, rolled over, and ever so lightly grazed my left breast. Much to my surprise I felt something, something I had never, ever felt before, a lump. I did not really panic. I just thought “wow that is strange, maybe I had too much caffeine today”. Monday the lump was still there. Tuesday the lump was still there, so I made Tam feel it to make sure I wasn’t being a hypochondriac and I wasn’t she felt it too. Wednesday the lump was still there, I made my mom feel it to make sure I wasn’t being a hypochondriac, and I wasn’t she felt it too. Wednesday afternoon my mom took me to urgent care to see what this thing was. The physician at the urgent care did little to cure my freaking out, if anything she just enhanced it by saying “you could be pregnant” she then proceeded to give me a pregnancy test which resulted in a false positive. ACK!

I walked away freaked out and still unsure as to what this lump in my breastical was. I made an appointment with a knocker specialist from UNMH in hopes that I would gain some insight into the inner workings of my hooter. My appointment came and I went. Dr McLikestoplaygolf said, “Yes, there is something in there.” No poop, anyone could of told me this, a bum off the street could of touched my booby and told me this!! He did rule some items out which was reassuring, but also terrifying. He said it was not a swollen lymph node, it was not a swollen mammary gland, and he said it did not really feel like a typical cyst. This devastated me. Those were the three that I was banking. He referred me to a radiologist at UNMH for an ultrasound and possible biopsy.

So I waited, and waited for my answers. I tried not to think about it, which did not work. All I wanted to think about was what was going on, what it could be, and of course contemplate the worst.

Finally they day came June first 2006. Radiology appointment. I made my mom take me just incase they had to stick needle in my boob and just incase it was bad news. My mom and I sat in the waiting area and I filled out paperwork. It is funny because the woman at the counter asked me why I was there and I said for an ultrasound and she said “sign in and sit down”. I then said I was in for an ultrasound on my breast and was told over the phone to come early to fill out paperwork. She responded by twisting her face into a strange expression and handing me a clipboard and some paperwork. I think she assumed I was knocked up or something. Note people: “ not all twenty something year olds are irresponsible and get knocked up”.

Once I was called I was taken into a little room. The ultrasound operator asked me to take off my shirt and bra, put on this very thin robe thing and lay down on the table. I think it is funny that medical professionals leave the room while you undress especially since they are going to see you and your nipple anyway, this is a professional setting ju-no? He came back, dimmed the lights, and poured some jelly on my ta ta. Sounds kind of erotic huh? He then proceeded to “explore” the inside of my boobical with his magic ultrasound thing. It was really neat looking; I was able to watch the whole thing on the screen! Well it was neat until he hovered over the lump. It was lightish gray and was the size and shape of an almond. He then stopped typed away at the ultrasound machine and continued on. He took a few more “snap shots” of the gray almond and then said he was going to go get the guy who was going to read it and tell me what was going on.

Dr. McBohemian came in and checked out the screen and said “there will be no biopsy”. YAY. He then said it is not “Breast Cancer”. Super YAY! He then said it appears to be a Fibroadenoma. YAY! Wait, what the heck it that? Well the short version is it is a benign tumor. He used the B word. I was happy, relieved, and happy. I left finally with some answers. I don’t feel like there is a giant elephant sitting my chest anymore.

Thank goodness for advanced medical technology and my damn great luck (I beat you this time Murphy).

For more information about Fibroandenoma visit this site:
http://www.healthatoz.com/healthatoz/Atoz/common/standard/transform.jsp?requestURI=/healthatoz/Atoz/ency/fibroadenoma.jsp

Thanks for reading,
Miss Murphy