My mixes represent how I feel during a period of time. It’s been helpful during cancer treatment because the medicines make me moody and I can sort of flesh it out through mixing different types of movies. (And if it’s a really hard day, I dip back into more old school or find some tearjerker that can make me cry any remaining crap out.) It’s difficult to make definitive steps when most of the day is spent dreaming of things you don’t have the energy for yet.
This mix is dedicated to my favorite redhead. I apologize for posting it a day late.
It’s 10 a.m. on a weekday and all I’ve managed to muster is a few tweets and a light workout (i.e., no weights) at the gym.
Had to limit myself to my own property this past week. The nausea got really, really bad, but it may be under control now. (Prayers, por favor!). Looking forward to some TLC in MS this weekend.
I call this place #MyBlueHeaven. It’s the place where I felt most in touch with #God. The nuns sang for dinner (literally) and there was a ski lodge up the road. Oh, and the “convenience” stores were convenient for getting your liquor via chocolate candies. (FTR, I preferred the Lake Como area.)
Spent my Sunday watching church services after throwing up in the morning. It’s finally sunny today, but we might in our neighborhoods waiting for life to resume.
Feeling dumb right now -- yes, you can quote me on that -- so I’m throwing it back to the ladies at my old stomping grounds. (You know who you are.) ;)
I enjoyed sending cards to you. I don’t really know where to find you except on certain dates. I dream about you knocking on my window and I come outside and kiss you on the porch. We can kiss in the rain if you want to like in that movie, but I prefer to stay dry when possible. (But wait at least a week; I might still be contagious. :(