Oops...

My co-worker's mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, so my co-worker has been pretty stressed, working the endless hours at work while trying to be supportive to her mom.

The other day, she was expressing her frustration with the fact that her mom was eating horrible food, like KFC, which her doctors obviously say to avoid. The first thing out of my mouth?

"Oh yeah, before my dad died, he ate tons of crappy food all the time, including KFC!"

Not "when my dad was sick" or "when my dad had cancer"... "BEFORE MY DAD DIED"...

As soon as it escaped my mouth, I realized my faux pas. I mean, I wasn't ashamed of it or anything but I just realized how horribly insensitive it was. She didn't seem to really catch it or care, but I'm sure she caught it... and cared.

Oops. I must remember that not everyone is a member of the DPC and even those who are probably do not appreciate such wording.

Apologies! :-(

I got BURNED!

Well, not really, but the store did.

My parents' business, which they've owned since 1990, burned to the ground on Sunday evening. Good thing my dad wasn't alive to see it. He would've freaked.

But my manager thinks maybe my dad was posthumously behind the whole thing in order to keep Evil Stepwitch from profiting from it. Good theory.

:-)

Poor Patrick Swayze

According to some news reports, Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer. Apparently it was first reported in the National Enquirer, so obviously people don't really take it seriously... but a few years ago, I remember seeing a N.E. cover in the supermarket about how Peter Jennings had "days left" because he was dying of cancer, and I was like, "No way." And then he died like a week later! Who even knew he was sick? The National Enquirer did!

Some reports say that Patrick Swayze has five weeks to live. Man. That might be true. That totally sucks. My mom died of pancreatic cancer, and it is THE worst cancer of all cancers, but it gets totally overshadowed by breast cancer or lung cancer or whatever other cancers have much higher survival rates. Which makes you wonder, how much does awareness matter?

Boo, pancreatic cancer! You suck. (Ridiculously, I also developed a total snobbery regarding other types of cancer after my mom died of this. But at least my mom died of a cancer where there was pretty much zero hope.)

DPC @ Burgers and Cupcakes

Jane and I ate tonight at Burgers and Cupcakes. (Not that great but we did get a free dessert so that was cool. The Chelsea location sucked too but I never got free dessert there.) It was awesome. She bought me dinner since my dad's deathday just passed. Woo!

One year later

Last Wednesday marked one year since my dad's death. Interestingly, I also received a very disturbing (and completely merit-less) document from the lawyer of the pig of a woman that my dad unfortunately happened to marry.

Yuck.

Totally unrealistic film

I just saw "Lars and the Real Girl". (Darn, why can't I italicize on a Mac?) I have some issues with the film.

SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!

So at the end, when Lars decides that Bianca has died, the church congregation graciously holds a funeral for her. While this is very nice and all (and how did Lars manage to avoid any major ass-kicking that ignorant-small-town-men always seem to do in movies taking place in Middle America?), who the HELL would have paid for a sex doll's casket and funeral and burial?! Coffins are, like, really expensive! And nobody in that town appeared to be particularly rich, certainly not Gus and Karin who were expecting a child...

I must give credit to the person who decided that (1) there was no birthing scene even though Karin was pregnant during the entire film and that (2) nobody suggested that Gus and Karin name their child (who was probably going to be a daughter since they had a "pink room") after Bianca, the anatomically correct sex doll that stole the community's heart.

But yeah. Coffins are expensive. (Gravestones, too.)

Happy birthday!

My dad would've turned 55 today. I sort of want to use that excuse to buy Fudgie the Whale (which was totally my obsession, pre-Office shout-out) and eat the whole thing tonight... but I'm being good and attempting to live healthily so that I can outlive the Wicked Stepmother.

Happy birthday, Dad!