Sheets

I heartily dislike changing sheets. My new sheets have a handy tab that indicates where the top portion is. Thank goodness for that because I have stripy sheets and I wouldn't want to put the sheets on horizontally because everyone knows that horizontal designs can make one look fatter. Heaven knows I wouldn't want a fat bed. I used to not care about my sheets until Oprah came along and effed everything up (as she is want to do.) She said one should never use a threadcount under 700. So I took her advice and bought her damn 700 threadcount sheets and those mothers are softer than soft. Now I am ruined towards anything less. My husband bought 500 threadcount sheets and my mollycoddled self feels like it is sleeping on sandpaper.

Oprah has really lost it when it comes to normal people. You may recall she once did a show where they took microscopic photos of bedsheets after they were slept on for a few days. The results were horrifying and I couldn't sleep without scratching for days. I once caught a blip of a show where she had a sleep expert on who said that one should change their sheets weekly. She then piped up about her buggy sleep show and pontificated that since then she changes her sheets daily. The expert then deadpanned, "well that isn't really feasible for the average person". I LOVED this guy for taking on the Op. She probably has a person whose sole job is to manage her sheets.

My advice, stick with what you've got. It's hard to stay down on the farm when you've been to the city.

Great Quote - The Place I Go To.

"To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life."
— W. Somerset Maugham

Okay This is a Major Downer With an Upside. I Hope

Many of you who know me know my story. I'm joining the ride to conquer Cancer and I bet you know why. Next June I'll be riding a bike from Toronto to Niagara falls - just over 200 km. That means training and most likely a really sore butt. Please feel sorry for my butt!

My mom discovered a sarcoma in her leg when I was seventeen. She was a nurse and a fighter. She went through chemo and radiation and had two hip replacements and a femur replacement. I took nightschool for many subjects in grade 13 so I was able to drive her to radiation daily. Later during my last year at university I dropped down to part time so she could stay out of palliative care as long as possible. She developed tumors in her back, mouth and lungs so she decided to stop the three month checks. She had to go into Palliative care at St.Mikes and I stayed with her daily and I would study or make her watch videos of the Second world war (that I was studying at the time). I literally slept in her room on a cot for almost 5 ½ months. She had to have a treatment in Princess Margaret Hospital and one night she succumbed and fell into a coma and passed away at 5 am. She had fought and hung on until I was 22. She was pure sunshine and was my mentor and my everything.

Four years later I noticed a spot of blood on Dad’s shirt. It turned out to be phase 4 melanoma. He had it removed but didn’t tell us of the severity. Six months later I noticed his gait was uneven, his signature was different and I thought he might have had a minor stroke. It took hours of convincing to get him to St. Mikes. Twelve brain tumors. That night we were told he had days to six months. My big Dad passed three weeks later at Princess Margaret Hospital. He was my best friend.

I don’t know of a family that hasn’t been touched by cancer. I was so lucky to have been adopted at birth into this amazing family. I was lucky to have a great childhood and to have had great parents for a short time as opposed to lousy ones for a lifetime.

I want to make this ride count. Not just for my parents, Maureen and Michael, but for all families.

A donation of 5 dollars to 5000 dollars would be equally welcome as we need to eradicate this disease for all of us.

Kind regards to all and thanks for your time and I hope I haven't bummed you out.

Steph (or as my Dad nicknamed me - Boo Radley)

You can just google “The Ride To Conquer Cancer” and look up my name or Team Gridpath. Thanks guys - anything would be appreciated.

Stuff happened and then the World Cup!

I can't believe I haven't updated since December. Well, maybe so. I'm not going to belabour this but here it goes. Broken wrist, broken back, stupid finger jam so I have to wear my wedding rings on the wrong hand (apparently it's cool in Europe so I'll roll with that) weeks of pneumonia (which is my favourite word besides deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA).

I'm a total word geek and own it. So yeah shit has hit the fan and I'm coming out on the other side.

Still funny that the more I have to say the less I write about. Life is funny that way. Also since Ireland isn't in the world cup my daughter went to preschool in a full Portugese world cup uniform. My wee Irish Rose. Woo! She's a number seven Renaldo. Charlie is in full Brazil world cup gear as of tomorrow. We are so damn Irish but without them in the cup we can't do jack.