It’s Monday, Monday Mash-Up. Where we try to rhythmically sing about nonsensical super-uber-duperly half wittedly yet remarkably lame lyrics that don’t mean a thiiiinnnngggg. Monday Mash-Up! It’s 4:10 in my neck of the wood I just realized that I forgot about Monday Mash-Up. It happens, but I also forgot to submit my Thursday Pickin’…not that I am excellent at Thursday Pickin’ just that I would’ve liked to try to get another 10 points or so.
Last week, my sisters and I were pretty pre-occupied in trying to get t-shirts made for our team “The Rack Pack” for the “Yuba-Sutter Pink October Race for Awareness 5K” in an effort to support my sister in law (Marissa) who is currently kicking cancer’s ass. We ran into some problems, most of which that occurred at the last possible minute, leaving us to scramble. With everything that happened, I can’t believe we pulled it off, however, with everything that happened it somehow made it that much more worth it in the end. It’s amazing, how eye opening this whole experience has been. I would never wish anything like this upon anyone, but when I realize the impact that this has made on our friends and family I can’t help but notice how it personalized our efforts in a much stronger way. This horrible thing that has happened to a person I love, has broadened my awareness and compassion in ways that I almost find sickening…because I couldn’t allow myself to fully understand the impact of cancer until it was brought personally into my life. Not that I never cared about it before, I’ve donated to several causes, just that there was that missing element that solidified a link to the cause. I guess, in more ways than one, I am saddened that it takes such a great efforts to get my attention in a way that was impossible before. Watching “The Rack Pack” assemble was a moment I will never forget, but seeing Marissa come in after her walk in the 5k was quite possibly the most symbolic thing I have ever witnessed.
Afterwards the family gathered to celebrate a couple of birthdays at Jessica’s house. I showed up early and while we waited for guest to arrive Jess and I started doing Jager shots. We were good and shitfaced by 5:00 and welcomed everyone to the slur-fest at 6:00. The night was hit and it included an appearance by Marissa herself (who had previous plans to have dinner with a girlfriend). I’m pretty sure she couldn’t help herself in wanting to come after Jess sent her this text (from my phone): “Eat and come here..and smart talk”. Yep, she was pretty impressed. The night went on as it always does, fantastic conversation with family, then a whole house wrestling match (I don’t know why, but we love to hurt each other) and somebody crying at the end of the night. Jess and I had originally pre-arranged to be the “criers” of the night, but in all of our awesomeness we had forgotten. Oh well, there is always next time.
take a leap