Ode to friends

With the season of giving and boozing approaching, I thank Satan for my awesome friends. I feel like I have so many I'd like to shout out, but I'm gonna narrow it down to a few that support me everyday, love me for my tendency to be awkward and not care, they're never embarrassed to be seen with me even when I make the choice to eat space cookies and go to west edmonton mall, then proceed to act like an idiot- thank you Miss Karpetz- and still loved me the next day. Now that's friendship. So here is my holiday card to all of you- My Besties. (In no particular order.)

John Dixon
Dude, no words can express how much I need you as my token gay for LIFE. I love laughing with you and just being disgusting human beings in general together. Oh the times we have had. I love you for life my friend, let the good times roll, we rule!

Katie Karpetz
Katie, you are my oldest friend, we go all the way back to brownies. You have always been krazy katie and you are the only I know who can remember the details of a fight from 13 years ago. We are sisters in witchery and I would stick with you in a zombie apocalypse.

Jess Wright
I don't know if I ever told you this, but when I first met you I was totally intimidated! You are such a badass and such a beauty, and you make being a superwoman look effortless. If there was a zombie apocalypse I'd want you next to me,  you'd be a rad zombie slayer!

Mum
Last but not least! Mum, you are the coolest. You taught me so many things that made me the person I am today. I hope I can be as awesome mother to my children as you were to us, (even though I didn't always seem to appreciate you) I am sorry for being a beastly teenager! Meow! Kitty cat! Meow! Muthafuckin kitty cat!


Now there are many more of you that mean the world to me, and if you've been a part of my life in these last couple of years living through my ups and downs, thank you all for the good times and let them never end. I cannot wait to get totally drunk with you guys this Xmas maybe even smoke a reefer or twelve. I will appreciate this holiday season more than ever. I am grateful to all that are a part of it with me.

Wow that was totally corny but sometimes you gotta be! Love you all!!! Feliz Navidad!!! Hail Satan!

                                       Me and my witches                              

                             
Me and the best gay a girl could ever have, and Elaine too! Love ya girl!

                                                    Me and my hot mom! She taught me how to have style!

-E.

The Bear Dreams

So one thing I don't want to do is make this into a dream diary, but lately my dreams have seemed to hold a large amount of significance. In this last 12 months I had two surgeries for skin cancer, and chemo since april, and I've spent the better half of the year seeing doctors, talking about melanoma, worrying about melanoma, cancer this cancer that, blah blah blah. It's funny the way after all that fear of mortality spills into your dreams and can terrorize you. I have one reoccurring dream for the last few months.

I am camping with my husband, something we enjoy doing together. Everything is dandy and we're partying it up Alberta style and we are standing around a warm fire. There is rustling in the woods behind us and a bear comes charging out of the woods. This bear destroys our camp and we go flying into the truck. For some reason, husband wants to stay camping with this crazy bear out there, but I just want to leave. I feel the imminent danger and will not stick around to let this fucked up animal eat me.

Something happened recently, I stopped being afraid. I woke up one day and thought, I have a serious disease, and yes, it could kill me, but so could lots of things. Why would I feed the disease with fear when I could go on LIVING and giving the disease the middle finger? I thought, a scared slave to the fear is not who I am. I am not a sheep, I am a wolf. It felt so good to let go.

So the dream changed a little bit. Again I am camping, again having a fun party, and the same dangerous rustling starts behind me, and I know this time, that is a bear. The bear comes to our camp, but I stand up and somehow I am taller and larger than the bear. The beast retreats and I know he's there, but I am not afraid of him. I stay at the camp.

I know I'll probably have bear dreams for a while, and I am sure the bear will scare me away again. But working on living my life without fear will eventually drive that bear far away from me, and my husband and I will still go camping.

My fur babies

So I am definatly a crazy cat lady, these cats are my pride and joy. Salem is all black and Sabbath aka Sabbie has the milk moustache and white boots. They came from a litter on a farm in rural Alberta. I had to rescue them from the dirty old newfie that had them living on his trailer porch, and I became their new mama. These pussies love chasing laser, tie wraps, and pizza tables. For those of you who don't know what a pizza table is, it is that three legged plastic thingy in the middle of pizza you order. They also love their chow and hanging out on the balcony. Salem is my cuddle boy and Sabbie hangs out under blankets. Look at those meowies!

I'm Blogging!

So Hi Y'all! I am new to this blogging thing, honestly thought I'd never do it. My husband was just reminding me that I used to say blogging was for people who think they're super awesome, like, WHY do you think the whole world cares about your life? Well, I am starting a blog to document my awesome life, and I think you should care. Ha, so I take it all back. Anyways, I am a 28 year old from Edmonton, I am married with two furry children, my beautiful kitties Sabbath and Salem, who you will see lots of cause they are my babies, and I am currently undergoing interferon treatment for Malignant Melanoma. I manage to live a fairly normal life even though I am injected with poison three times a week (by my lovely husband Matthew) and only work part time. I promise interesting content, recipes and kitties!!!

-E.

 THE HUSBAND: My man wishes to be anonymous. When he sees this he'll probably say I'm showing too much of him. But I'll leave this censored version up for now.

 ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! And Sabbath cat of course!!!

                                      A funny XCU of My boy Salem

                                      My husband thinks this guy is the funniest guy ever.

                                      I love graveyards.