good, bad, whatever

good things:

- ashton's 8th birthday party is on sunday. family time!

- more family time! uncle charles, aunt cathy, and cousin kristin are arriving on thursday and will be here for race for the cure. it's a crazy day, but so inspirational to see that many people in one place for one cause. i'm glad they will be here for it this year.

- i have a long weekend coming up: i've taken next friday and monday off so i'll have some time to spend with the fam and also recuperate from race weekend. 4 day weekends rock!

- race for the cure is next weekend: michelle, her two girls, and terri & kim are all coming to kc. and of course my wonderful family will all be present...so many of my favorite people all in one place is always a good thing.

- we'll be staying at the westin crown center again this year...LOVE that place, and it's so convenient to just walk over to union station from there.

- air conditioning at work, home, and in my car!

bad things:

- the heat. i love summer, but it's CRAZY hot right now in kc.

- the utter frustration of not feeling as good as i think i should and still being so incredibly tired. i'm sure some of it is the blood clot/coumadin, and some of it is just the cumulative effects of 2 years of chemo toxicity.

just whatever things:

- i'm getting bored with the look of my blog again. been investigating different templates and looks...so stay tuned for some changes. maybe. if i get the time/energy.

File this under "good". I am being mysteriously led to music tonight...okay, for my whole life.

Love,
I'm aching to believe
Give me something real enough
Give me somewhere to fall from

'cause in the dark
I can't find my feet
Built my world on promises
Colorless and cold

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
Gone, let it wash away the best I had
Gone, and when I disappear
Don't expect me back, don't expect me back

Lost, sweetest things get lost
In the static far away
Painted pictures of you
I fold
Don't want to be holy then
Don't want to be sold again
The way I was with you

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
Gone let it wash away the best I had
Gone and when I disappear
Don't expect me back, don't expect me back

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
Gone, let it wash away
The best I had
Gone, and when I disappear
Don't expect me back
Don't expect me back

At its worst the heart is sober
At its worst the heart is cold, cold, cold

I'm short of breath, I'm sure
Gone, let it wash away all the best I had
Gone, and when I disappear
Don't expect me, don't expect me back

Gone, let it wash away
The best I had
Gone, and when I disappear
Don't expect me back
Don't expect me back
Don't expect me back

Gone - Matt Nathanson