I AM BACK! BACK AND READY TO TANGO WITH THE ORIGINAL CREW-A-LICIOUS! La la la...
Hi gang of sassys,
Sorry I've been hanging in our other town/CITY more than I have been here. As you can imagine it needs a lot of attention right now. If you haven't checked it out, do it! http://my.crazysexylife.com I'm hoping that it will grow into a magical wellness world, not just for cancer survivors but for everyone who passionately lives like they mean it. :)
OK, now onto my drama..
I swiped the card on a crack head. You did WHAT? I swiped the card on a crack head. I KNOW!!!!! I sorta feel awful about it but I swear I had to unload my fire. Rewind to last Sunday morning, it was 6:30 am and I was getting ready for my appearance on Fox & Friends. On media days I really try and center myself, prep my points, meditate and pray for the holy sparkle to speak through me on the national boob tube. There's nothing worse than sounding like a wart or a fart in front of an awful lot of good folk.
Since the show tapes in NYC, Brian and I stayed at our Brooklyn pad the night before. I love our little home, it's a zen oasis. However, a certain resident on our block (who just happens to share our walls) has become the hostess with the mostest low brow shit. We're talking old school New York low. Many times we're awakened in the middle of the night to the screeches of the HO holla howel! Then the furniture starts flying. It's a 24/7 skank bazaar.
On this particular morning the "traffic" in and out of the karma wasteland was worse than JFK on a holiday. I tried, I swear I tried to send light, see the divine in all, remember the oneness, pray and marinate in compassion... SNAP! I tried and I failed. I mean worse than Linda Blair in the exorcist kinda snap!
I rocketed down the stairs I ripped my front door off the hinges and released a barage of verbal right hooks and upper cut combos. Then it thundered out of my mouth: I HAVE CANCER YOU JERK! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I HAVE CANCER!!! AND THERE IS A CANCER IN YOUR HOME TOO! YOU ARE VERY BAD PEOPLE! JUST STOP!"
Whoa... (air gasping sound effects)....Whoa.....
I shook. At first I felt proud, because I think I scared the crap out of everyone and made them feel really bad and dirty guilty. I hoped that their self focused destructive behavior was rattled by the reality check of a "sick chick" and the sick world around them. The noise promptly turned down a few notches and the traffic swerved to the far side of the steps. But then I started to feel really dirty myself. I've never swiped like that before... Ok once... I needed help lifting my ginormous AC and my old super was a lazy pod person. In desperation, I told him that my cancer was "acting up" and that I needed him poste haste. It worked, but I dared not do it again. Plus, Brian told me upfront that he would not stand for faking it nonsense, "just because you have cancer doesn't mean you don't have to do the dishes!" He was right.
Yes, I still have cancer but as you all know, I'm fine, I live with it, no biggie and it doesn't stop me from working like a dog. Which brings me to the question, when is swiping the cancer card in poor taste? Am I going to get a Karmic paddle for that stunt? There have been some really bumpy work explosions this week and in the back of my mind I wonder if the universe is punishing me.
Make Juice not war, but while you're at it swipe the card responsibly!
Peace, veggies, and shame,
PS. I hope you don't think I'm rotten.
I swiped the cancer card on a crack head
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Posted by cancer cowgirl xo at 3:51 PM