June 21, 2010

my hello kitty 35th birthday bonanza bash

I love my birthday. I love everything about it. The anticipation, the monthly check-ins beginning in January to remind folks about the big day, and finally, the celebration.

And that's just for the yearly birthdays. The ones that end in 5 or 0? Watch out -- those are the big ones! For my 25th, I hired a limo and took all my friends around San Diego for a pub crawl, culminating in a long night of karaoke and laughs at our local dive bar. For my 30th, I threw myself (yes, you read that right) a SpongeBob SquarePants themed party. And why not?

Most girls freak out when they hit 30. Whether it's because they're single, or don't have kids, or didn't get that PhD they wanted. Who knows. I was married, and happy, and ready to blow 30 out of the water.

So SpongeBob it was.

And here comes 35. Usually I start the countdown on January 20 (5 months to go, everyone!). With the cancer, my clock was off a bit. No worries, though, because once we had the free and clear diagnosis, I went into full party-planning mode. The result?

My Hello Kitty 35th Birthday Bonanza Bash. Starting the Sunday before my birthday with a nice little party down at DeAnza Cove on Mission Bay, and culminating with a weekend getaway in Orange County and LA.

June 2, 2010

time to take a break

We're heading to the North Shore of Oahu for a few days of much needed R&R. Aloha!

June 1, 2010

how to skip menopause without really trying

Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Right?


Wrong!

It's been about six weeks since my surgery, and I'm pleased to report that I've pretty much avoided menopause! Lept right past it, in fact. To date, no hot flashes, no night sweats, none of the other few dozen or so symptoms of menopause.

My theory, in collusion with Nurse Mom, is that my ovaries have been so screwed up (thanks PCOS!) that my body just got used to doing its thing without those pesky little beasts. Now that they're gone, my body continues to chug along, oblivious to their absence.