Hope and Weariness.
Tomorrow my friend Yvonne has her kidney transplant surgery. We sent her off with a surprise lunch, card, balloons and a video of us all giving her well wishes.
She’s an awesome lady that has inspired a lot of people in her life. Mike and I created a blog ( http://www.yvonneschallenge.com ) for her to keep everyone up on her recovery. She’s got 103 subscribers to date. That’s in only about a week. I think that says a lot about the kind of person she is.
Keep her in your thoughts tomorrow, please. I know she’ll be back sassier than ever, swigging scotch and smoking cigars in no time.
This weekend, our only goal is to pack. Don’t call us. Don’t text us. Don’t even think about us because that will probably distract us. Well, all of you except Kristin who I may bribe with beer and pizza to come help.
It’s been a long week with the stress of moving and tons of work rolling in. I’m beat-to-shit tired. Moving stresses me out to no end. I hate being unsettled. I hope that once this is over I can go back to my normal. I feel like any minute now I might eat someone’s baby or something.
Also, Diablo Cody still has not excepted my friendship. WHAT THE HELL? She wrote a blog today and I wanted to comment but I can’t because she’s holding my myspace friendship hostage. That’s fucked up. But I’m not giving up hope.
Wish me luck in packing. I need like a motherfucker.
*clink*
-Ali
LOOK I’M FIRST! :p
Best of luck to Yvonne. I’ll be thinking of her all day and keeping her in my prayers. I know she’ll pull through this with flying colors – cuz that’s just the type of person she is.
Fine I WON’T think about you this weekend. As a matter of fact, I’ll start by not thinking about you NOW!
You’ll be settled soon. Not soon enough, but soon. I’d wish you luck but you told me not to think of you.
LOVE YOU!
Oh, *clink* right back atcha. I keep forgetting to do that for some very odd reason.
I’ve been waiting for a post from my fine feather boa-ed homeslice.
I don’t know Yvonne, but any gal that swigs scotch and smokes cigars is aces in my book. I wish her a speedy recovery. She’s lucky to have friends like you and Mike.
Good luck with the moving. Hey- at least it’s not August. I promise not to think of you until at least Sunday night. No psychomological voodoo or anything. Really. Mean it.