Prior to attending the Courageous Women retreat last week, I had made arrangements to meet with a fellow blogger, Lisa of Lisa's BreastCancer Experience. We passed several emails back and forth, deciding to meet up at the Denver airport. We discovered prior to meeting that we both had the same birthday though her birthday was many We were roommates at the retreat and we didn't kill each other (and it was at a buddhist retreat place so killing is probably not allowed). Frankly I think Lisa put up with a lot considering my last roommate, and reasons for leaving (too many to list here). I was frightened. I only apologized a couple of times. She'd come back to the room and catch me reading and I started yammering as if I hadn't seen a human in years. Then I'd have to gently ease up, put my consciousness brakes on, pretending (lying) as if I were conscious of the fact that I was talking as if I were trying to defend myself from a murder rap.
Lisa is a bit more serious and definitely quieter. I could say the same about myself at her age. A bit more serious and quiet(er). I was concerned that rooming with her I might drive her insane. She'd find out first hand that age doesn't necessarily grant us freedom from neuroses (though it should.) She has parents. She probably knows already.
It was great to meet Lisa. We told our blogging story to anyone who'd listen at the retreat. (And they slept through our story!)
Breast cancer has that famous pink ribbon - it's so recognizable. The color of uterine cancer is a faded beige-y peach color - (I looked it up right now. I didn't even know there was a color), the same color as nothing -- or body parts after they've been buried for 100 years.
Just so you know, breast cancer is way more popular than uterine. By 'more popular' I mean prevalent or maybe they only have better advertising or maybe it's because people are so obsessed (in our country) with breasts. You never hear anyone talk about a wet t-shirt contest for uteruses (uteri) or hear someone say, "Hey, want to go to Uteri? I hear they have great chicken wings?" I've never seen anyone receive a string of Made in China bead necklaces for showing their uterus to a crowd of cheering onlookers during Mardi Gras though I'm starting to think that a vacation in New Orleans is not such a bad idea. Maybe I can get Lisa to meet me again and together we can fling our beige colored body parts out to the crowd.
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Seems sharing a birthday with another courageous woman is even more coincidence than the journal thing. Or maybe they're about equal. Who knows how to rate coincidences?
When's your birthday?
The danger with killing someone at a Buddhist retreat is that they might be reincarnated into something worse! Better to work with what is, in my opinion.
I like birthday buddies :-)
"She'd come back to the room and catch me reading and I started yammering as if I hadn't seen a human in years."
I must be easily entertained this afternoon, because every time I read that line it makes me snort. :-)
Perhaps you need to open a bar and grill called "Hooteri's". Instead of chicken wings, you could serve cocktail wieners. Or those little canned ones - Vienna Sausages.
I've always wondered about those little cans - they're so tiny. Are Austrians really small people? Why are their sausages so small? How many people are those cans supposed to serve, anyway? (Of course, if you don't have those little cans of Vienna Sausages in the States, you'll have no idea what I'm talking about, so this won't be even remotely amusing. Meanwhile, all the Canadians are rolling on the floor...)
Goodness, I did float rather far afield of uteri, didn't I?
POD, you look 20 in that picture.
PF..that's because the photo was blurry and then I made it black and white. I had another photo that was clear of me and blurry of Lisa but that made me look like Lisa's grandmother. ;-)
My birthday is in March, Lee. Maybe I share it with Dr. J too!
Scorpio birthday here!
My husband's b-day is in March. Maybe I share a b-day w/Dr. J. I'm a scorpio too.
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