Sneaking around.

Shhh. You have to be quiet. I’m at Marta and Steve’s and they are determined to put their two cents into the blog tonight. I’m hiding out in the garage. I told them I left a bag in the car. It’s not that I would mind them adding to the blog, it’s just that I’m afraid of what they would say. Actually, just Steve. I don’t trust him. I know he comes off all sweet and innocent, but he’s not.

Oh there you are Elizabeth….I was wondering why the light was on in the garage (Marta pauses to read what was already written) hey! Be nice to my Stevie. He got you hooked to the internet afterall! And he shared his pasta with you too. But he should not have given you that coffee… makes you too hyper.

Am not. I don’t do hyper. I’m …multi-tasking. Besides, I’m on a roll. I have been on this weird reverse schedule. I’m awake at night and asleep during the day. Like last night, I was awake at 2 AM, got bored and started painting. Then at 7…know what. I have to go back to two days ago. So. Remember the pain from the hiking? Yeah. That really hit full force on Thursday night. My parents and Drew went to bed early so they could leave at 7 to drive to Chapel Hill. Which was fine with me. Sci-fi has some of their best shows on at 1 and 2 in the morning. I really did try to sleep, but Tylenol was not cutting it for my muscles. Loved the fresh air, but my body hated the hike. So I didn’t get to sleep all night. I just laid in bed, moaning in pain. OK, maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration, but not much. I heard the rest of the house get up and leave in the morning, but I didn’t emerge until noonish. I had been woken up by the phone. I didn’t actually jump up to get it, cause my body wouldn’t let me, but it woke me none the less. When I finally did manage to make my way up the stairs (stairs – I hate stairs – they are the bane of every chemo patient) there were 3 messages on the answering machine.

[Mechanical Answering Machine Voice] “You have three new messages. First message.”
(beep) “Hi, EJ. It’s mom. Just making sure you took your morning pills. I guess your not up yet up. I’ll try again in a half hour.”
[MAMV] “Second new message.”
(beep) Hey. It’s me again. Are you in the shower? I’ll try again in a bit.”
[MAMV] “Third new message.”
(beep) “Hey. Know what? Just give me a call when you get this.”

Give her a call. I’ll give her a call alright. So, I was a little short with her when we spoke. She informed me that she would call again in the evening. Supposedly to let me know that they had arrived safely.

Now Elizabeth, we all know you are a big girl and can take care of yourself for a day or two….did you wash your hands when you used the potty? You know you are supposed to.

Ok. That requires some explaining. I ALWAYS wash my hands and yet, since I started chemo, my mother has felt obligated to remind me to do this every time I head to the bathroom. She even sent Marta after me once to remind me. Uh. Huh. Everyone thinks I’m a big girl. Right. (Sarcasm)

After the phone calls I had a pretty relaxing day. Much sleeping and some time outside. But then night fell again. Mom called. There were words. And then Mom hung up on me. Apparently I am not the most hospitable person on the phone. Oops. Needless to say my, now, wired mental state and all day nap-a-thon, left me unable to sleep last night as well. So at about 2 in the morning I dug out a painting that I had finished a few months ago and started tweaking it. Tweaking isn’t exactly the word. I wasn’t really happy with it so I painted the whole thing over. In fact, the painting is for a blogger follower. Jules - I redid your wedding present. Hey, did I mention that Julie is getting married? When I found out I started working on a painting for her. It has now completely changed and needs to dry. But it looks good.

Anyway the painting put me into an artsy mood and I dragged out my sketch pad to bring to Marta and Steve’s. I went in search of my pencils, but I think that the nephews may have “borrowed” them. No biggie. I decided to pick up more.

My invalid status guaranteed me the right to a chauffer, so at 4ish Steve came and picked me up. I then had him drive me to AC Moore for some sketching supplies and then we made our way up to Lagrangeville.

Now, I can’t miss out on an opportunity to make fun of Steve. So, you get to hear all about the “Great Puppy Controversy.” While in the car I got a call from John and Amy Sayegh. There taking a two day vacation and wanted to know if I could puppy sit. While my immediate response would have been “Of course. Yes. Please.” I had to check with Marta and Steve - or at least Steve who I was with at the time. (Starts to pout) He said “NO.” He was apparently worried about his new hard wood floors. (And also a little worried about making the decision with out his wife’s approval. Yeah. He’s whipped) So instead I pouted all the way to the house, and subtly mentioned the puppy issue to Marta who proceed to chew Steve out for not saying yes to taking Daisy. (The dog) So, to make the story short. We’re pretty sure that the puppy is coming tomorrow.

There’s not really much else to tell. I talked with Marta and sketched her wood-burning stove. (It’s very cool looking) Then we had dinner and watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding, which remind us both how much we loved having a large and nosy…I mean noisy family. Provided their not calling on the phone 6 times in one day.

OK> On to the peanut gallery.

1.Dillon – welcome. Ignore the controversy you have caused. My followers don’t mean to be rude and sarcastic. They are just a little jealous. There is usually a fight for the first post and you managed to nab it first time. Well done. Ohh. And ignore Katrina. She’s just bitter that she only has one first post AND she missed out on having the first comment for the entire blog. (I gave her the opportunity to comment as soon as I started the blog, but Katrina has issues with “technology”. She and it don’t get along.) However, they are not all against you. Diane was welcoming. Hey, by the way. How did you stumble upon my little blog?

2.Katrina – PLAY NICE! If Dillon does not come back I blame you. The family understands your snarky ways. Others have to be indoctrinated slowly. However, I do agree with you that Janette, Carol and Marta should be ashamed of themselves for not commenting in a timely manner. Slackers. Oh. And Kathy wants you to call her. (See comments)

3.Karen – Steve has asked that I issue a reprimand. He is very upset to be the brunt of your confectionary jokes. He feels that these joke portray him in an unfavorable light. (And not light in sugar. – Steve) Aww. Steve is whiny.

4. David – You should know better than to post spelling and grammar mistakes. Me – they have given up on me. But the rest of you, the spelling/grammar police (AKA Katrina) is out there. And she is watching.

On to the reminders. Give me money. Or rather give it to Relay for Life on my page. (See above link on right) It is for a good cause and I get the credit. Woo hoo me.

All right. I think that’s it. You can all go now. Dismissed. - Elizabeth