Sunday, April 29, 2007

where I abuse flickr to show you what I did this weekend...

Thursday:

five four

photo by: xx0230

Bang Gang

photo by: xx0230

Metropolitan


photo by: dotslinesandpolygons

Pela

photo by: dotslinesandpolygons



Saturday:

Dismemberment Plan


photo by: Ed Dame


Sunday:

Gravelly Point

photo by: k0rben

Hains Point

photo by: johnnymetro


fin

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

random thoughts...

1: Bear Grylls, have my babies.




2: It's just a piece of dirt in my eye. No, totally, I'm fine, really.




3: I can't deal with teh cuteness.



4: Coo-coo Ca-Chaw!



5: RAD


Friday, April 20, 2007

heart pains...



My mom called me yesterday. She and I talked about where our lives are headed and while for the two of us things are going well, I am unsure about some members of my family. My grandfather was miraculously able to recover somewhat from his most recent bout with his blood disorder and secondary illnesses. After talking with his doctors, he decided to recuperate as much as possible before undergoing a second round of the treatment that had crippled him so much before. As it stands now, he is still in the process of becoming well enough and requires transfusions often just to stay alive. My grandmother, asked my mother to call his doctor and ask if he ever thinks my grandfather will be well enough to undergo a second round of chemo. His answer was, no. While I suppose at this point, everything remains status quo, it is incredibly disheartening to hear. As it stands he'll be receiving blood transfusions from now until whenever it is that his journey on earth is over. Unfortunately this option leaves him with considerably less of that time than if the chemotherapy treatment was successful.

The other issue is my uncle. During the time of my grandfather's hospitalization my mother's family were all assembled bedside with the exception of my uncle who hasn't really been in touch with my family except to ask for money from my grandparents. It has been a tenuous situation which has been the cause of a lot of stress and conflict for my mother especially. While I don't really know enough or think it really appropriate to go into detail, it has become obvious to my family that he isn't in a place where he can really be trusted to make good choices for himself. My grandmother is in the process of finding a lawyer and beginning the process of declaring a legal guardian for him. As far as I know he isn't stoaked on the idea, but it unfortunately seems like the best choice.

All of this is just sort of breaking my heart, slowly. I just want to go home hug my mother, pet my dog, go driving with my little sister and call my grandparents and tell them I love them before the luxury of being able to do that is taken away from me. And then there is the VT massacre. While I am fortunate enough to know no-one affected directly by the tragedy, plenty of my hokie friends are taking this, understandably, rough.

On a slightly more positive note, I have an interview lined up for Saturday. Wish me luck.