Hello Fellow Travelers!
A good friend (is there any other kind?) recently asked me if I had any explanation for the horror that was perpetrated in Paris in the name of God. I don't It defies all logic. A friend of mine who happens to be a researcher was prompted to inquire if "crystal methamphetamine" was involved. He later explained that as a scientist he looked for metabolic explanations for seemingly insane behavior. And I came to my own, more practical conclusion: I'm so crippled terrorists probably wouldn't want to recruit me anyway! No worries, I have enough to contend with these days without feeling inferior to "Achmed, the Dead Terrorist".
It did get me thinking though, maybe I should be contemplating bigger issues than cookies and cancer. Unfortunately, I've learned way too much about both not to write about them! I have neither cookies or cancer at this moment and God willing, I'll always remain cancer-free and I'll always be wondering where my next cookie is coming from.
Drawing controversial cartoons is what the French do. I write about cookies and brain cancer because the two subjects are new to me and have completely changed my life. And complaining (good naturedly, of course, I'm grateful to be alive, thank you, HA!) is what I do! Loudly and often. I complain a lot. About all kinds of things too. Always have. Which works out well for me because brain surgery provides me a seemingly endless supply things to complain about. I had to find out everything I could about brain tumors and quality baked goods. I contemplate one and never worry about the other. Since my brain surgery in 2011 (I still adore saying that!), I have determined what and where the best cookies on the planet are. I work out every day because when you have no balance every day is an assault and I have to be ready for the next challenge: Science meeting? I'm there. Karate ceremony? Difficult, but ultimately essential, so "bring it" . Simple things are a really big deal requiring meticulous planning and pinpoint precision. Swallowing is a five-step process! That's right, I said swallowing!
I periodically get tested to reconfirm what I already know - I'm cancer-free. The only answer that really matters. (Thank you again H.!) Now I have to see what happens next. It's kind of scary but I'll try to be brave. I'll have to push myself harder than ever to succeed (Thank you!, Dr. P.!) I write about cancer so we can laugh at it and more importantly, avoid it. Toffee and shortbread are two baked goods that appeal to me. I've never liked any form of sugar prior to 2011 and now brown sugar and vanilla rule!
Learning to walk, cookies? It might be cute if I was a toddler, which I'm not! It's not remotely cute! It's exhausting and time consuming! Something else for me to complain about. Loudly and often! (And then see an endocrinologist!)
The "journey" continues...
PS - I'm looking at a really thick (700+ pgs) issue of "In Style" which my mother religiously reups every year.(Thank you, Mom!) Lots of pretty clothes and shoes (check), Julia Roberts on the cover (check) Many articles that portend to "update" my closet. My closet hasn't been "updated" since 1999! But in the interest of pop culture and fashion I flip to the "looks we love", which presumably is some expensive-and-effortless look put together by some stylist for my weekend-in-the-Hamptons.
I usually like this section even though the clothes are exhorbitantly expensive,, the outfits are styled down to the shoes and sunglasses. Window shopping for morons! That's my kind! But then I saw a weekend look that was heavily layered and involved ruffles. It was not cheap, it was not trendy. It reminded me of WWII refugees trying to leave Nazi Germany wearing layers of clothing to make their escape. These magazine "looks" don't involve a model, so when the clothes look lumpy "freestanding" you know these hideous "ensembles" will undoubtedly add pounds in all the wrong places on you. When a featured "look" doesn't inspire a desire to purchase "the look" as much as it inspires an urge to reread "Anne Frank" you need a new stylist! Did I mention I enjoy complaining?
A good friend (is there any other kind?) recently asked me if I had any explanation for the horror that was perpetrated in Paris in the name of God. I don't It defies all logic. A friend of mine who happens to be a researcher was prompted to inquire if "crystal methamphetamine" was involved. He later explained that as a scientist he looked for metabolic explanations for seemingly insane behavior. And I came to my own, more practical conclusion: I'm so crippled terrorists probably wouldn't want to recruit me anyway! No worries, I have enough to contend with these days without feeling inferior to "Achmed, the Dead Terrorist".
It did get me thinking though, maybe I should be contemplating bigger issues than cookies and cancer. Unfortunately, I've learned way too much about both not to write about them! I have neither cookies or cancer at this moment and God willing, I'll always remain cancer-free and I'll always be wondering where my next cookie is coming from.
Drawing controversial cartoons is what the French do. I write about cookies and brain cancer because the two subjects are new to me and have completely changed my life. And complaining (good naturedly, of course, I'm grateful to be alive, thank you, HA!) is what I do! Loudly and often. I complain a lot. About all kinds of things too. Always have. Which works out well for me because brain surgery provides me a seemingly endless supply things to complain about. I had to find out everything I could about brain tumors and quality baked goods. I contemplate one and never worry about the other. Since my brain surgery in 2011 (I still adore saying that!), I have determined what and where the best cookies on the planet are. I work out every day because when you have no balance every day is an assault and I have to be ready for the next challenge: Science meeting? I'm there. Karate ceremony? Difficult, but ultimately essential, so "bring it" . Simple things are a really big deal requiring meticulous planning and pinpoint precision. Swallowing is a five-step process! That's right, I said swallowing!
I periodically get tested to reconfirm what I already know - I'm cancer-free. The only answer that really matters. (Thank you again H.!) Now I have to see what happens next. It's kind of scary but I'll try to be brave. I'll have to push myself harder than ever to succeed (Thank you!, Dr. P.!) I write about cancer so we can laugh at it and more importantly, avoid it. Toffee and shortbread are two baked goods that appeal to me. I've never liked any form of sugar prior to 2011 and now brown sugar and vanilla rule!
Learning to walk, cookies? It might be cute if I was a toddler, which I'm not! It's not remotely cute! It's exhausting and time consuming! Something else for me to complain about. Loudly and often! (And then see an endocrinologist!)
The "journey" continues...
PS - I'm looking at a really thick (700+ pgs) issue of "In Style" which my mother religiously reups every year.(Thank you, Mom!) Lots of pretty clothes and shoes (check), Julia Roberts on the cover (check) Many articles that portend to "update" my closet. My closet hasn't been "updated" since 1999! But in the interest of pop culture and fashion I flip to the "looks we love", which presumably is some expensive-and-effortless look put together by some stylist for my weekend-in-the-Hamptons.
I usually like this section even though the clothes are exhorbitantly expensive,, the outfits are styled down to the shoes and sunglasses. Window shopping for morons! That's my kind! But then I saw a weekend look that was heavily layered and involved ruffles. It was not cheap, it was not trendy. It reminded me of WWII refugees trying to leave Nazi Germany wearing layers of clothing to make their escape. These magazine "looks" don't involve a model, so when the clothes look lumpy "freestanding" you know these hideous "ensembles" will undoubtedly add pounds in all the wrong places on you. When a featured "look" doesn't inspire a desire to purchase "the look" as much as it inspires an urge to reread "Anne Frank" you need a new stylist! Did I mention I enjoy complaining?
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