Runs in the family

As many of you know my family has a long and close history of cancer, so I am always looking for signs of cancer in me. Now, I know what everyone will say “why do you participate in activites that cause cancer?” To that I have no answer. Anyway recently I found a lump on my neck. I was shaving and hit a little bump. I thought it was an ingrown hair, I get lots of those, so I wasn’t worried. My new job requires that I shave daily or wear a beardnet, and those things are scratchy so I shave my face daily. Everytime I shaved the lump got bigger. It didn’t hurt but it seemed to never stop growing. I still wasn’t to concerned. I assumed it was nothing and would go away on it’s own.

About a week ago I started to get concerned. I thought “either this is the worlds biggest zit or it might be something.” I call tumors “something.” I hate that word, and worry that by saying that word outloud it will be bad luck. I decided that I needed to do “surgery” on it to see if it was just a zit. I poked, I jabbed, I picked and bled, but alas the lump was still there and I was fairly certain it was not a zit. I started to freak out.

By this time the lump had stopped growing, but was getting hard. It was very noticable, probably because the skin was scabbing over, but mostly because of it’s size. As I have alluded to, I just started a new job and my insurance wont kick in for a few months, so going to the doctor seemed out of the question, it is just so costly. Two weeks after I first felt the lump it was bigger than ever, still not painful and I had ruled out an ingrown hair and a zit. So I decided this something was “something.”

To give you an idea of how big it was at this point, I would say it was the size of two marbles combined. It was protruding from my neck about 1/2 an inch. I decided to go to the doctor. I needed to know what it was, and I needed to get it taken care of. I am 26 and didn’t want to ignore something as potentially dangerous as this because of money. Can I honestly put a price on my health?  I asked around who I should go see, and  what people thought an exam would cost and got the name of a doctor to go see.  I really didn’t want to go to the Dr. and have him say  “oh it’s nothing” so I decided to do “surgery” one more time before I made the appointment. If I had the same luck as last time I would make the call.

So again I poked prodded, jabbed and picked and nothing. My heart sank I have “something.” In desperation I went hog-wild on my neck. I was going to win this battle on my own. Zit, ingorwn hair, tumor…whatever it was I was going to remove it. I was a man on a mission. I ignored the pain, I ignored the blood, I ignored the fact that I could get a staff infection, this was coming out now.  Imagine my surprise when I single handedly popped the worlds biggest zit! It exploded like a waterballon. I could HEAR and FEEL the pressure release. It was a mixture of blood…and whatever that white crap is in a zit. My neck looks like Hell, but I am cancer free…for now.

Peace

Logans Downtown

Recently a discussion occurred between a friend and I. During this conversation I came to the realization that if my house had a a downtown, such as Logan’s, it would be my dogs butt…here is why.

Logan’s downtown is only visited by those that own, or have an interest in downtown. My dog is the only one who visits his butt.

Logan’s downtown is a very high traffic area. Based on the tonnage of dog crap i pick up each week, my dogs butt is a very high traffic area as well.

People downtown don’t think their shiz stinks. My dog doesn’t think his butt/shiz stinks either.

Logan’s downtown is small. My dogs butt is small.

People tolerate downtown Logan. I tolerate my dogs butt.

No one, except the owners of Logan’s downtown, would really care if downtown dried up. I would be overjoyed if my dog stopped pooping.

And finally, no matter how much money is dumped into Logan’s Downtown it will never be a destination, the same for Buddy’s butt.

There I made a post, now can everyone stop yelling at me.

Peace

Updated Blogroll

Ok everyone, I have updated my blogroll with the blogs I go to on a daily basis. Scroll all the way to the bottom to see the links.

Banter of a Blonde Republican Couple – I am stalking 1/2 of this couple, so read the blog!
Bishop Higgins 3rd Ward – This is the ward I belong to and it is funny, so read the blog!
Boobs, Injuries & Dr. Pepper – Hat Tip to Jess. I hate all of these items, but love the blog, so read the blog!
Fred and Chana – Funniest Damn girl at NDT, next to Jess of course, so read the blog!
I Know about Popular – The funniest blog written by the funniest kid I know, so read the blog!
KVNU For the People – My Bible, so read the blog!
Loralee’s Looney Tunes – The most dilligent blogger I know, so read the blog!
Married to a Democrat!?! – Most UN-dilligent blogger I know, so read the blog!
Scrappy Pants – Written by one of my top 3 favorite unrelated Mormons, so read the blog.
See Hear Speak No Evil – The odds are if you are reading this you have come from SHSNE, but go back, and read the blog!
SingleDude.net – Surprisingly NOT a gay blog…yet, so read the blog!
The Side Track – The one true blog, so read the blog!
Nan’s Blog – Wrote the most amazing poem about my ex-boss, so read the blog!
The Inner Workings – My Past, Present and Future roommate, who I must destroy! So read the blog!
Moog’s Family Blog – Probably the person I have known the longest that knows I blog, so read the blog!
Hopped Up on the Q – I never knew my friend blogged until 3 minutes ago, don’t tell me how it ends, but read the blog!

Now listen, I asked for everyone who has a blog to send me the URL so I could blogroll it. Only one person did, I know about Popular. So if you don’t see your blog there you can’t bitch and whine and expect me to care…but you can email me your link and I will post it.

Peace

Conundrum

Someone left a comment about another commentors face, should I take the comment out of moderation for all to see?

One last thing

It seems like I always make two posts in a row. The reason is I make a post, then read it on my blog then think of something else i should have written, and again there is one last thing I want to write.

So when my coworker came to visit us at work she brought her 4 kids. They range from 13 to 4 months. They are the cutest kids. They don’t whine, complain and hide from people they like everyone and act like little adults. They brought me a drink from Starbucks then left to go to Old Navy and went to Wal-Mart to buy their Nana some ice cream. About 15 minutes after they left they came back and Jake, who is 10 came in and handed me a half melted little container of Ben and Jerrys. He had used his own money to buy me an ice cream. It was so cute and when I thanked him he started to blush and mumbled your welcome and walked off. It was very cute.

I have not died

It seems like a long time since I have written an actual post, so here is my attempt. Now that I only have one job I have realized something, I have no hobbies. Some people say “If I didn’t work I would fish all day.” And I thought if I only worked one job I would have all this time to do fun stuff, but alas I am boring, I don’t fish. I have been getting up early, like 8 am early. I go water the lawn, pull a few weeds, make breakfast, and just bumble about. I think this must be how retirement is, only with less geritol. There is one strange part to all of this, for the first time in years I am not worried about money.

Normally my life is consumed with thinking about money. I worry about paying the mortgage, the credit cards, putting gas in the car, buying food, paying the utilities and so on….but not now. I have my budget down to a science and I know how long I can go without a full time job before I am screwed. It feels good. I feel like I am in control of my money even though I am really not making much money at all.

On a brighter side today I was playing with my coworkers kids. One of her little girls pinched my boss’s arm and made him bleed. I asked her how hard she pinched him, she told me she would show me. So she grabbed my arm to show me how hard she pinched him and started to pinch me then stopped. She changed the position of her hands to get a better grip then stopped. She then got both hands on my arm to pinch me then stopped. She then looked at me and said “Well it was easy to make “Sam” bleed he has a lot more loose skin.”

Peace