The good, the bad, the ugly.

The good.  

Progress on the house building.  

Youngest son's football team won the state championship game.  

The oncologist told me that since next month is three years from my bilateral mastectomy surgery date and I was scanned on Monday of this week, that he would say I am cancer free.  If I can make it another two years, he would say I am cured of the kind of breast cancer I had.  

Laundry update.

More of that awesome Foca laundry soap is making the laundry all fresh and clean.  Still using the vinegar as fabric softener and still having that work well.  

The bad. 

Mean Mom who I recently encountered, I made a simple comment in passing.  You were absolutely hostile to me for no reason when you replied to my comment.  I removed myself from the situation.  As I did so, I was thinking to myself, "I know the statistics, bitch.  You better hope you aren't eventually one of them, because you have no fucking clue about anything."

The skinny ditz who was wearing those atrocious tights/leggings thingies as pants.  I don't give a fuck how trendy you think it is and how skinny you actually are, your butt still jiggles when you walk and it looks ridiculous.  Why the hell do people think it's a good idea to wear those out of the house?

The woman who was at the store dressed as a cougar recently.  You looked like you were my age hunting for someone the ages of one of my sons.  I thought I left that shit in Florida.  Wtf?  

The ugly.  

I was talking to a friend who said an incredibly kind thing to me.  She said I shouldn't have to apologize for being myself.  If people don't understand or at least make the attempt to, that I should ditch them because they're not the kind of people I need in my life.

She is so fucking correct on that.

Just because I've known someone for whatever amount of time doesn't mean I consider them worthy of being involved in my life any longer.  I've learned who is worth being in my life and who isn't because they refuse to accept me for being me, be it the old normal, healthy me I once was, or the new surgically mutilated me who was poisoned for a year, who is still trying to learn to function.  If that means I have a bitchy attitude, or bitchitude, then there it is.

I've gone from I don't give a fuck because of a cancer diagnosis to mastering the zen art of giving zero fucks to removing people who refuse to accept me as me, regardless of where or how I am.  

People who were once welcome in my life are no longer welcome to be part of it, regardless of how involved they were and I will not fucking apologize for that.

And no, I don't give a fuck who it offends.