So we found out about 2 weeks ago that Dad has prostate cancer. He had been in the hospital for about a week for an infection after a prostate biopsy, needless to say my parents are crushed by the news. Recently I found out that he is a 7 out of 10 on the Gleason Score for how agressive the cancer is. We haven't found out much else because the doctors keep giving us conflicting information so we've been trying to get Dad into MD Anderson.

As far as treatment, we've been treating the infection he received from the biopsy. So I've been administering the meds every morning through a cathader. Not easy I must tell you. The last time we admistered meds through a cath was pretty easy. This time I have to mix an attached bottle to an IV bag and then hook him up to that. I get so anxious and double/triple check that there are no bubbles. It makes me so mad that the doctors would send him home like that and have me or my mother do it.  What makes me nervous is we don't know what kind of infection it was. One doctor told me it was E. Coli and another says it was a bladder infection. So we don't really don't know what precautions to take.

We also have to keep a close eye on to his diet and prevent him from going outside to do any type of heavy manual labor. Its funny, but I have to beat him to any yard work, otherwise he's out there trying to pull weeds or plant something. He gets mad, but its for his own health and because we are bound to hear from his side of the family if we screw up. Sometimes he'll go outside and watch me and tell me which plants to pull or water and I'm like "Dad, I know. You taught me how, remember?" He pays me no mind and keeps telling me.

Right now the house needs painting, but we haven't had a chance to finish sanding and getting anything prepped because of the weather. I've tried getting my two younger brothers (22 and 17) to do some of the yard work/house work to no avail. This morning my mother told the younger one that he was to sand the siding, which is about 15% of the house, when he came home from school. He said that she would have to rent a sander so he could do it. Yes, its easier, but hey we can't be renting/buying tools when we can all pitch in and work on the house. I told her not to even bother with it that I would get some vacation time and do it myself.

My sister isn't helping much either, but that's not something new. I swear sometimes my sibs drive me nuts. Oh well, I have to make do with what the good Lord gave me.

Today has been pretty crazy, with Izzy pulling me every whichaway with this silly e-mail blast. An e-mail which has taken me over 6 hours to tweak every time they e-mail each other and discuss what they think. Now everyone is sending me their input. Why, OH, why can we not just pick ONE person to give me everyones input. Because as soon as I make the change another comes and 'doesn't like it'. Wish they'd give in and get me InDesign so I could do stuff the RIGHT way the first time. It would help if I was paid at least $15 more for what I'm doing too, because lets face it they're saving at least $200 with me doing it in-house.

I don't like saying that "I'm not going to do this because I'm not being paid to do it", but I'm getting quite close to it. I'm a SALES ASSISTANT not a GRAPHIC DESIGNER. Well actually I am the latter, but I'm not getting paid to do that type of job here at the hotel. I keep telling myself, "Hey, this'll be another great piece for your portfolio!." Right.

Yoga was so relaxing after this morning, wish it would have been my Tuesday kickboxing class. NOW that's fun. Don't take me as being violent, but sometimes punching a bag makes me feel so much better, as does screaming into a pillow. Sometimes I just forget to stop and breathe and yoga just centers me mentally and I feel ready to take another whack at this gosh durned e-mail blast.

I'm so glad I've begun working out again. I really missed my cycle class, which was kick ass. Hey, that rhymes >.<. My bike in the garage keeps calling me every morning, but its so dreadfully dangerous to ride in my neighborhood without a partner. Wish my brother would get a bike and ride with me. Oh, well.

Moving on to other news my aunt in McAllen called my mom on Tuesday to let her know that there had been some shootings near the border in Reynosa, Mexico. From what I read last night there's a the death toll has gone up to 10. These shootings, according to newspapers from Reynosa are drug related and innocent people are being dragged into it. Hope Calderon will up the security over there soon. I'd like to ask everyone to pray for the safety of innocent people, children mainly, and that those responsible will be arrested soon.

Current Location: At the Hotel
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: The Stranger - Royal Crown Revue

I'm so excited!!! After a 2 month hiatus, I've begun working out again. Our hotel offers a variety of employee fitness classes during the week. I particularly like the Cycle, Kickboxing and Yoga classes. I'm not much of a fan of the our 'Boot Camp" class, but I can't complain because it wakes me up after sitting at my desk all morning. 

Still looking at other options for employment, but not having any luck due to the economy. I'm wondering how I'm going to explain this to the Sallie Mae people. I hate not having enough to meet expenses and even more when I can't find a job in what I studied in. Anyhow, I'll continue plotting along.

Moving along. I've opened an Etsy shop where I will post my jewelry and I'm hoping to open up one for my art. Really looking forward to these. I wish I could do more, but full time work is very demanding and will have to plan out a schedule on getting everything together. 

Another thing I'm excited about is the movie The Ugly Truth rolling out in July. My co-workers keep teasing me since they know I'm a big Gerry fan (just came out of the closet recently, lol).  I've shown them the trailers and we've planned a girls night out on the release date. Huzzah! So looking forward to that.

Current Mood: creative

Dear sir (if that is what you really are),

I received your rude phone call wanting to hold an event here. I tried prying information out of you so I could qualify your call and process to the CORRECT person. You INSISTED several times to speak to an event manager. We have 13 people that could possibly help you, which is why I was asking you what day, # of people, type of event you were wanting. You did not give me the # of people and snidely said "I would like to speak to an event manager". I thought "You know what? I'm not bothering with you." and decided to just take your phone number and tell you someone would get in touch with you.

Our General Manager just spoke to me and told me you left an equally rude voicemail for him at 3:20pm yesterday. You called my department at 3:17, as per my notes. I know you're from the mayor's office, but that really does not make it rush, important, or urgent. You are NOT a special snowflake! You will wait for a return phonecall, which they did this morning. My general manager called you after the event manager from ANOTHER department contacted you, which by the way was the person you WERE supposed to talk to in the first place. And you bet your bottom I made my GM aware that you were just as rude as your voicemail to him was. Good luck on getting any sympathy from him. 

Wanting to reach through the phone and whack you with a rubber mallet,

MG