Since most of my readers are in the U.S.--

I decided not to adapt Britglish to my repertoire of spelling.  

*waves to Alaskan readers*  Yes, I see you people lurking up there with my bright green graph of readers illustration.  I'd have thought you were all out hunting and fishing, but maybe you reserve more reading time for when it's cold out, yes?

Anyway, regardless of what you Alaskan readers are doing, it's nice to have you reading.

Here's some fabulous linkage to share with you today.

Please Put That Can of Soup Down and Put Your Bra Back On is very well stated by Leisha, over at Cancer In My Thirties.  Yes, it's an older post, although it's put together in a way that is applicable at any time of the year.

I am Not Your Hero is from The Geeky Nimrod.  I read this and while it's true that I fucking hate being called any of the things he mentioned, like hero, strong, brave, etc., it annoys me because all I did was survive chemo.  Well, my body sort of survived, it broke my fucking brain and quality of life.  To my way of thinking, for anyone diagnosed with cancer to be called a hero, blah blah blah, they also have the very real possibility of mets, so if someone winds up with mets, does that make them any less than a "hero," in that case?  I don't think it does and it's insulting to them because it implies they didn't do all the "right" stuff to stay a "hero" for the cancer to have stayed gone.  

That said, if someone wants to stand up and say they survived cancer and that it makes them a hero, well, good for them, but you know what?  I have yet to find anyone who has had cancer or who is currently currently dealing with it who does that.  "Look at me, I'm so wonderful, I had/have cancer and I'm win automatic hero status because of it."  Nope, that's not happening with anyone I've seen/heard/run into.  It's the non-cancer people who do it to us, go fucking figure.

Cancer Curmudgeon shared this and I wanted to toss it up here for you people to watch.  Inspiration porn and the objectification of disability:  Stella Young at TEDxSydney 2014. This was awesome to watch and if you change out the word disability with the word cancer patient, well, boom, there you go.  It's definitely applicable to the whole hero/shero/rock star/inspiration/etc. blah blah blah factor that so many of us find ourselves contending with on a regular basis.

Just wanted to toss those out for you.

What have I been into?

Two exceptionally good hair days and a fabulous day with makeup in the past week, which is very rare for me.  (Thank you, Physician's Formula in buff beige.  This has fixed the steroid blush which has been fucking lingering for three years after chemo so bad that I haven't been able to correct it at all up to this point, so yay for that.) 

Lots of football time.  Lots and lots of it.  

Would like more horse time, but it's been so damn hot, it's unreal.  We had a cloud cover and some rain today, though, so that's okay.  We needed some rain.

Way overdid on the cleaning binge yesterday.  I rearranged the laundry room except the washer and dryer, tidied up the coat closet, (which is small, so I turned that into a linen closet with a cloth shoe closet organizer), managed to wrangle the laundry, clean the bathrooms, and do some other assorted stuff around here. 

There's an outstanding post over here at Cancer Curmudgeon's blog.  She's always incredibly articulate and solidly nails exceptional commentary about the stuff those of us who have been diagnosed have to contend with.  Her fearless sharing makes me feel incredibly pleased to say how awesome she is. 

Today was...interesting.  I wind up doing stuff where I'm around other people.  Consistently, I find that kids of any age have far less of an issue with how I look than adults.  Actually, I'd have to say across the board, kids have zero issue with it.  Adults, well yeah, let's just say that they seem to have problems with it and those who do fail epically at hiding it.  Their fucking problem, though, not mine.  (Although this is why horses are so awesome.  They don't care what I do or don't look like.)

Jeggings people, they're a bad idea.  This so needs to end already.  I don't care what size someone is or isn't, these jegging things should be put on a rocket and launched out past Pluto and forgotten about.

I'm going to take my bitchtastic self in there and make toothpaste now because my toothpaste is so wonderful.