I had the honor of attending the Myths and Legends Ball thrown by Les Faeries Vertes last night. They were honoring "The Breast Cancer Sisterhood" by throwing this amazing gala. They charged $65.00 per person and there was probably between 150 and 200 people there ... I think. So, it's great to know that all that money will be going to an organization that supports young survivors and their families in their time of need. I was asked to make a speech on behalf of us young survivors ... what we go through and how our experience is so unique and hard. It was a good opportunity to explain to a captive audience the tremendous difference between being a young breast cancer patient versus a post-menopausal woman. The audience seemed to REALLY get it. They seemed to be taking in all the points I was trying to make. So, hopefully, they took away from the speech how very different we little ladies have it. Hope I shed some light on the enigma that is the young survivor.
We're relaxing today. Not doing a DAMNED thing. I figure, we'll watch the Oscars. I've, sort of, had a beef with it since the year that Cate Blanchet lost to Gwyneth Paltrow for best actress. It was an absolute atrocity that Kate's roll in Elizabeth was overshadowed by the mind candy that was Paltrow's roll in Shakespeare in Love. I boycotted the Oscars for years after that. Damned nepotism!
I'm rooting for Kate Winslet tonight. My OTHER favorite Kate. I swear to the Lord above that if Angelina Jolie wins the damned Oscar for being her crazy self, I'm gonna boycott the show AGAIN! She grates on my most raw nerve. And no, it's not that I'm on "Team Aniston" ... I, certainly, am not. I just think that Angelina Jolie isn't the person that everyone thinks she is. I think she's obsessive and attention hungry. I, simply, think that people believe her to truly be this most altruistic woman. I think THAT has been her best role ever.
xoxo
Anna
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Ahhhh ... the ER
Well, life never seems to slow down at the Warren-Schumacher household.
Tonight, while washing dishes, Kevin had an unfortunate encounter with an apple slicer. Well, Kevin isn't the type that is fond of blood and needles and such. He thought that we could put a band aid on the sieve that was his finger. NO GO. So, I herded the boys into the car and we rushed off the the ER at Swedish Ballard.
Six stitches and a coloring book with crayons later, we are home and settled in. Poor Kevin has this huge wrap on his middle finger. I think it's PERFECT for driving in Seattle traffic. If that was MY finger, it'd be flying left and right whilst driving home. Better to see you with, my dear!
In any case, we've settled in and all's well. Those folks at Swedish have always done us right. Silas was born there. I had and continue to have my treatments and surgeries there. And, they are our go-to folks for emergency Warren-Schumacher issues: Silas' terribly high fever, my nasal stigmata and random hair loss (all of it), Kevin's tango with the apple slicer.
The good thing about cancer: you tend to be the one who stays pretty mellow in emergency situations, as you've faced the beast and the rest of life's foibles are just royal jelly compared to what you and your family have gone through. I mean, I'm still here ... yeah?
But, I still hate cancer.
xoxo
Anna
Tonight, while washing dishes, Kevin had an unfortunate encounter with an apple slicer. Well, Kevin isn't the type that is fond of blood and needles and such. He thought that we could put a band aid on the sieve that was his finger. NO GO. So, I herded the boys into the car and we rushed off the the ER at Swedish Ballard.
Six stitches and a coloring book with crayons later, we are home and settled in. Poor Kevin has this huge wrap on his middle finger. I think it's PERFECT for driving in Seattle traffic. If that was MY finger, it'd be flying left and right whilst driving home. Better to see you with, my dear!
In any case, we've settled in and all's well. Those folks at Swedish have always done us right. Silas was born there. I had and continue to have my treatments and surgeries there. And, they are our go-to folks for emergency Warren-Schumacher issues: Silas' terribly high fever, my nasal stigmata and random hair loss (all of it), Kevin's tango with the apple slicer.
The good thing about cancer: you tend to be the one who stays pretty mellow in emergency situations, as you've faced the beast and the rest of life's foibles are just royal jelly compared to what you and your family have gone through. I mean, I'm still here ... yeah?
But, I still hate cancer.
xoxo
Anna
Friday, February 13, 2009
Happy Valentines Day My Girl...
Sending you my love ...
Heard your voice today. Got a message on my phone that I needed to re-save a message in my saved voicemails. And, it was from you. You are so damned funny ... every time I hear you I laugh. Well, sometimes I cry. Why I saved your messages, I cannot say. But, I do know that it reminds me to remember. Everything. And I do. And I know you do too. And, I miss you. And, I love you so, so much.
You and me and the bamboo tree.
xoxo
Coochie
Heard your voice today. Got a message on my phone that I needed to re-save a message in my saved voicemails. And, it was from you. You are so damned funny ... every time I hear you I laugh. Well, sometimes I cry. Why I saved your messages, I cannot say. But, I do know that it reminds me to remember. Everything. And I do. And I know you do too. And, I miss you. And, I love you so, so much.
You and me and the bamboo tree.
xoxo
Coochie
Note to self...
Never ... EVER, EVER, EVER ... ask Silas to repeat himself in public. Because, if you do, it might go like this: we were at a Thai restaurant today. Having a grand time sitting on pillows at a groovy wood table. Awesome server. Good times. Then, Silas says "Mama, I love you and oihgogapsoto." I said, "what did you say, honey?" He says, and quite loudly, "Mama, I love you and I love your vagina too!" Ummmmm .... what do ya do about that one? I said, "you know, sweety. I love you too. But, we don't really need to YELL vagina in public. That's a word that we don't yell. It's not a "bad" word. Just don't need to yell it in a restaurant."
Thank God that we were either the only ones there or two of VERY few.
That had topped off our morning of taking T's sweet 20 year old kitty to the vet to get some fluids, as she has a bad bladder infection. She's doing great now. We took Tootsie to the dog park ... and that was a ball. All 3 of us were covered in mud. Silas loves to go and see the dogs. But, he REALLY loves climbing the trees and peeing in the park. He's, always, the only kid that pees in the park. I don't understand that, as the dogs pee there all the time. In any case, Tootsie did great. I don't take her to the "shy/small dog area", as she's not quite either. She prefers to be with the big boys and girls. It's so funny. She keeps up. Sometimes, she has her ass handed to her. But, she jumps right back up and keeps running. She's so funny. One of the gals today said, "Man ... she's so confident with all the big dogs. Puppies don't normally do that." She's quite a gem. She and Silas are such good buddies. Of course, he pulls on her ears too much and drags her around by her collar ... both of which he is told "lay off dude." But, by and by, he has started saying, "Mama, Tootsie's my best friend." Not bad. Not bad, at all.
xoxo
Anna
Thank God that we were either the only ones there or two of VERY few.
That had topped off our morning of taking T's sweet 20 year old kitty to the vet to get some fluids, as she has a bad bladder infection. She's doing great now. We took Tootsie to the dog park ... and that was a ball. All 3 of us were covered in mud. Silas loves to go and see the dogs. But, he REALLY loves climbing the trees and peeing in the park. He's, always, the only kid that pees in the park. I don't understand that, as the dogs pee there all the time. In any case, Tootsie did great. I don't take her to the "shy/small dog area", as she's not quite either. She prefers to be with the big boys and girls. It's so funny. She keeps up. Sometimes, she has her ass handed to her. But, she jumps right back up and keeps running. She's so funny. One of the gals today said, "Man ... she's so confident with all the big dogs. Puppies don't normally do that." She's quite a gem. She and Silas are such good buddies. Of course, he pulls on her ears too much and drags her around by her collar ... both of which he is told "lay off dude." But, by and by, he has started saying, "Mama, Tootsie's my best friend." Not bad. Not bad, at all.
xoxo
Anna
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Well, hellooo ...
Happy Tuesday from the Warren-Schumacher household. The boys (human) are still recouping from the newest fad in viruses. I, for some odd reason, have yet to catch it. Everyone at my salon and most of our friends have dealt with it. So, I'm tempting fate by saying that I haven't gotten it. Oh well ... not the first time.
I went to Cancer Club group tonight. It's always great to hang out with the ladies over appetizers and wine and catch up. We have several newbies in the group. That's always a blow, as this disease won't stop. It's amazing to me how many young women are diagnosed daily. Screw you cancer.
Tootsie is thriving and then some. She's having a great time with the big dogs upstairs. She and Silas play - and fight - like siblings. It's been such a great process. Seeing Kevin fall in love with a dog is hysterical, as he's not the dog type. She's got him wrapped around her paw. We took T's kitty to the vet today, as she had to work. Tootsie went for moral support. T's vet didn't know, exactly what Tootsie was. He said that her markings were really rare, as she has longish hair but brindled legs ... typically that is seen on short-haired breeds. So, she's stumping everyone.
In any case, we're all doing just fine. The play went well. It was great to get back into to theatre grind. I've missed it so. My fellow actors were fantastic and we're all hoping to work together soon.
Night, night.
xoxo
Anna
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Christian Bale needs some Midol...
Went to rehearsal tonight for the show that I'll be doing this weekend.
The play is "Natural Selection" by Eric Coble. It's a wonderful piece about how we will, eventually, head towards apocalypse by how we treat the earth, one another, and the memory of our ancestors. It's hysterical, actually. There is not ONE boring character in the show. The actors that Suzanne (the director, and head of Mirror Stage Company) chose are great. It's so wonderful to work with such professional actors that don't have a flakey bone in their bodies. Lucky me!
On that actor note: I'm reeling from the news about Christian Bale's rant on the set of his latest movie. I actually heard the recording of it, as the sound guy never turned off the tape. It's unbelievable. I've heard people say, "wow, he's a bad-ass." I say, what in the hell? He sounds like a pampered little pussy. I've never heard anyone say "fuck" that much in my life. He sounds like he has NEVER had anyone tell him "no" in his perfect little life. It's disgusting the way he speaks to the director of photography. Even if the guy is an idiot and kept walking into shots as they were filming ... I cannot believe the anger and ABSOLUTE hatred with which Bale spoke. If it's that hard for him to focus and get into character, with distraction, I sure hope he NEVER goes on stage. He'd be fit to be tied. If you're that good of an actor, you'd be able to regroup and re-shoot the scene immediately. Just my opinion. If not, take a moment to yourself, you moron. Regroup, then go back to the set. But, by showing such ire and hatred and abusiveness towards someone that is paid to make your ass look good, you just shot yourself in the foot. He's a joke. Not a fan.
Nighty, night.
xoxo
Anna
The play is "Natural Selection" by Eric Coble. It's a wonderful piece about how we will, eventually, head towards apocalypse by how we treat the earth, one another, and the memory of our ancestors. It's hysterical, actually. There is not ONE boring character in the show. The actors that Suzanne (the director, and head of Mirror Stage Company) chose are great. It's so wonderful to work with such professional actors that don't have a flakey bone in their bodies. Lucky me!
On that actor note: I'm reeling from the news about Christian Bale's rant on the set of his latest movie. I actually heard the recording of it, as the sound guy never turned off the tape. It's unbelievable. I've heard people say, "wow, he's a bad-ass." I say, what in the hell? He sounds like a pampered little pussy. I've never heard anyone say "fuck" that much in my life. He sounds like he has NEVER had anyone tell him "no" in his perfect little life. It's disgusting the way he speaks to the director of photography. Even if the guy is an idiot and kept walking into shots as they were filming ... I cannot believe the anger and ABSOLUTE hatred with which Bale spoke. If it's that hard for him to focus and get into character, with distraction, I sure hope he NEVER goes on stage. He'd be fit to be tied. If you're that good of an actor, you'd be able to regroup and re-shoot the scene immediately. Just my opinion. If not, take a moment to yourself, you moron. Regroup, then go back to the set. But, by showing such ire and hatred and abusiveness towards someone that is paid to make your ass look good, you just shot yourself in the foot. He's a joke. Not a fan.
Nighty, night.
xoxo
Anna
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