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Valentine’s Day Facebook Meme

I love reading and filling out these Facebook questionnaires. But you know what I hate? Deleting other people’s answers so I can fill in my own! So here’s what I’ve done for you; I have two copies, one blank and one filled in. Go ahead and copy and paste the free template of these Valentine’s Day Facebook questions!

In honor of Valentine’s Day — all couples: Make this your status and answer honestly!

Who’s older?
Who was interested first?
How long have you been together?
More sarcastic?
Who makes the most mess?
Who has more tattoos?
Better singer?
Hogs the remote?
Better driver?
Spends the most?
Smarter?
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Do you have any children together?
Did you go to the same school?
Who is the most sensitive?
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Where is the furthest you two have traveled?
Who has the craziest ex’s?
Who has the worst temper?
Who does the cooking?
Who is more social?
Who is the neat freak?
Who is the most stubborn?
Who hogs the bed?
Who wakes up first?
Where was your first date?
Who has the bigger family?
Do you get flowers often?
Who’s better with the computer?
Who drives when you are together?
Who picks where you go to dinner?
Who wears the pants in the relationship?
Who eats more sweets?

 

Okay, love bugs, now I’m going to fill in my answers!

Ed and Ginny

Who’s older? Ed is 3 and a half years older than I am.
Who was interested first? I was.
How long have you been together? Seventeen years.
More sarcastic? He is.
Who makes the most mess? We both do.
Who has more tattoos? None for either of us.
Better singer? We are both good singers.
Hogs the remote? He doesn’t watch TV, but I do.
Better driver? We are both good drivers.
Spends the most? We are both frugal!
Smarter? Of course, I am.
Whose siblings do you see the most? Ed’s
Do you have any children together? Two daughters
Did you go to the same school? Not at the same time; I attended his grade school for 7th and 8th grade when he was already in high school.
Who is the most sensitive? I am.
Where do you eat out most as a couple? When we were dating, we ate at the Countryside Saloon every weekend. Now I cook at home most nights.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled? To Alaska
Who has the craziest ex’s? Neither
Who has the worst temper? Ed
Who does the cooking? I do.
Who is more social? Ed
Who is the neat freak? I am more than he is.
Who is the most stubborn? Hm, we both cave in quickly!
Who hogs the bed? We stick to our own sides.
Who wakes up first? He does.
Where was your first date? Le Peep in Park Ridge
Who has the bigger family? I do.
Do you get flowers often? No, but that’s okay with me.
Who’s better with the computer? He is with certain things, but I’m a better blogger. 🙂
Who drives when you are together? I do.
Who picks where you go to dinner? I do.
Who wears the pants in the relationship? We both do!
Who eats more sweets? I do.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Another Facebook Meme

This week, lists are appearing on Facebook. People are writing “Things you may not know about me,” and then if you “like” their list, they will give you a number for your list.

I was reading a lot of great lists, but I wasn’t “liking” them because I didn’t want a number! Finally I gave in, and my cousin gave me the number 7. I needed a blog post for today, after all!

Things you may not know about me:

1. I was born in Iowa but never lived there.
2. I can’t stand the taste, texture or smell of watermelon.
3. I avoid saying certain words because I can see then in my head, but am afraid I’ll mispronounce them and then SOMEONE will make fun of me. Usually a family member.
4. I hate getting my hair cut because then I have to stare in the mirror at the dark undereye circles I inheirited from my mom.
5. I always wanted more children, but had a really hard time recovering from my last c-section. (I had to have c-sections due to a previous surgery.)
6. I first read The Lord of the Rings in 5/6th grade and have reread it often. (I remember reading it on our old green double recliner. When we moved to the suburbs, we left that green recliner behind.)
7. My very first job was delivering the weekly advertising paper house to house in the small town where I grew up. Yes, it was a small town, but my sister and I had to deliver those papers to every single house. It was a tough first job!

What’s something I don’t know about you?

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Facebook okays mastectomy photos: Is it really okay?

I now have permission to show you my mastectomy scar on Facebook. On page 3 of today’s Chicago Tribune, a headline announces “Facebook clarifies: Mastectomy photos OK.” Obviously, this story is very personal for me.

Don’t worry; I’m not going to run and grab my camera. I have no desire to show you my mastectomy scar. I don’t let anyone outside of my immediate family see me without my bra and my prosthesis, and if I do, you can be sure I’ll be wearing a nice, heavy sweatshirt to cover my lopsidedness. I’ve been living with a mastectomy for seventeen years, and I still have anxiety about certain situations.

On Monday, for example, I was with my family at Great America. The girls were eager to ride the roller coasters in the morning and swim at the water park after lunch. As I entered a changing room to switch from my clothes to my swimming suit, there was one itty-bitty problem. The curtain hanging down provided practically no privacy. The vinyl curled in leaving huge gaps at the sides, and it wasn’t wide enough to cover the doorway in the first place. Forget about my scar; I had no desire to flash my derriere to anyone who might be walking by!

Having a silicone prosthesis in place of my left breast makes changing from bra to swimsuit a little more time consuming. I have to remove my breast form from my bra and transfer it to the pocket in my swimming suit top. Pulling on my tankini top with my breast form already in place takes a little more maneuvering and adjusting to get things in place and just right. As I heard a little girl in the next stall fussing about the lack of privacy, I took a deep breath and changed. Quickly.

Swimming with my daughter on a hot, summer's day...in my special mastectomy suit from Land's End. :)
Swimming with my daughter on a hot, summer’s day…in my special mastectomy suit from Land’s End. 🙂

Even with my changing room anxieties, I have a positive self-image. I’m comfortable with my scar. I don’t regret my decision and I like the way I look. I just prefer that you all see me dressed. Although I hide my mastectomy scar from the world, Facebook’s decision to allow mastectomy scar photos caught my attention.

It all began with Facebook removing four photos from The Scar Project’s Facebook page along with banning photographer David Jay for 30 days for posting these photos. Facebook has a policy about publishing nude photos, which in my opinion is a good thing. In this case, however, blogger Scorchy Barrington felt there should be an exception. She started a petition on change.org to protest the photo removal, and is quoted in the Tribune as saying, “[Breast cancer is] life and death in some cases. It’s not a pink ribbon, it’s not a pink mixer.”

Receiving a breast cancer diagnosis or deciding to have a prophylactic mastectomy (as Angelina Jolie did) is not an “opportunity to get an upgrade” to bigger or perkier breasts. To remove the breast, the surgeon cuts into nerves. “New” breasts from reconstructive surgery do not feel like breasts. Even though I opted not to have reconstruction, I know this is true. At the site of my scar and under my arm, I am numb due to nerve damage from my surgery. There is nothing more annoying to us who have scars and numbed tissue when breast cancer is sexualized. “Save the Boobies!” is often a rally cry, and it annoys me to no end.

The first time I looked at the photos of The Scar Project, I cried. I saw myself at 27 with a brand new, bright red scar where there used to be a breast. I saw myself at 33, trying to find a wedding dress that would not reveal my lack of cleavage. I saw myself, pregnant at 35, wondering if I would be able to breastfeed my baby. The raw and naked emotions in these photos reveal so much. The women behind the scars are not fighting to save their boobs; they are fighting to save their lives.

And so while I’m glad Facebook is sticking to their policy to remove photos of nudity (I really don’t want nude photos popping up on Facebook), I feel like these brave women are showing us all how to live with our scars–whether we’ve survived cancer or other hardships. I think if you take a look at these photos, you’ll agree. Just grab a whole box of tissues before you look. By the way, David Jay’s next project is photographing scars of a different kind; scars received by soldiers from war. I only hope that this project toward peace receives just as much attention as the breast cancer project did.

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On My Soapbox: Facebook Statuses {Spin Cycle}

On My Soapbox: Facebook Statuses {Spin Cycle}

It keeps happening. Now, Facebook friends, I know you mean well, and you have jumped on the bandwagon for a good cause.

You know what I mean; the status you posted that was just a color. The status that made me believe your sex life was spicier than mine. (On the chair in the kitchen!) The status that made me believe you are expecting a little bundle of joy and you’re craving peanut butter cups, or that you are going to move to London for 2 months.

But think about those poor chumps who actually believe you, and comment back “How exciting! When are you due?” Or, “I’m going to be in London in two weeks! Let’s meet up!” until finally, in exasperation, you have to post, “It’s really a breast cancer awareness thing.”

Huh?

Moving to London is about breast cancer awareness?

A while back, when bra colors were the breast cancer awareness rage on Facebook, I posted this status instead:

Bra colors, schma colors….My last mammogram was in September, 2009…when was yours????*

I got some great responses from women who had had their mammograms and from those who had one scheduled soon. This was my favorite comment:

In October & I thank God every day for MMO’s. Since my very first one saved my life almost 30 years ago Feb. 4.
Love you, my sister in Christ,
Jean

What an inspiration Jean is! She is a member of my church, and continues to be a survivor.

What really frosts me, though, are statuses like this one. I’m not reprinting the whole thing because it just irritates me so much.

The normal boobs ( . )( . ) the silicone boobs ( + )( + ) the perfect boobs ( o )( o )…..

And the list goes on, ending with “Save the boobies!!!”

However, this list is missing some boobs. Where are the scarred boobs (/. )( . ) missing boobs  ( . ) X  fake boobs with tattooed nipples ( x )( x ) or red radiated boob ( . )( . )? Phrases like “save the boobies” or “save the ta-tas” irritate me SO MUCH. It doesn’t matter how early breast cancer is diagnosed, your boobs will never be the same. You will never be the same. Breast cancer awareness is all about saving lives, not saving boobs.

Please, the next time a message appears in your Facebook inbox, resist the urge to post your favorite candy bar in the name of breast cancer awareness.

Thanks, Gretchen, for letting me get up on my soapbox. I’m getting off now. Go see her for more people who are standing up for what they believe in!

*My latest mammogram was in November, 2011, and it was perfectly normal. 🙂

 


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