Boring.

My blog is boring. I know that. But it is not nearly as boring as another blog I read today. Totally self absorbed, like everyone who read it wanted to know every detail of her life down to how many cups of kale she ate at lunch. So I feel better about my - boring, Allie-centric, not nearly as funny as I think it is, never updated, no one reads it - blog. :)

Garden is a'bloomin'. We have about 10 each for zucchinis & tomatoes, lettuce & spinach need to be cut for a second time, peppers have little tiny buds, and our weakling strawberries actually have a few new fruit on them. A new space has proven really great growing grounds for the veggies - the zuke leaves are ENORMOUS and the garden as a whole looks like the amazon. We are paying more attention to working on other beds, taking out more plants that the previous owner over planted, or that are just plain ugly, and revamping non-veggie garden beds. We had 7 yards of mulch delivered & C has been hard at work on tackling that.

Tonight I golf. I'm a sub in a league my co-worker is in, and they finally asked me with more than 2 hours notice. I'm excited & nervous, because I was grouped with 2 women who are REAL golfers. It is a pretty chill league, but I'm awful. Most people are there to have fun, but I worry that I'll just slow these women down. Oh well, they can deal with me for 2 hours. I'll try to keep my temper at a minimum & not swear too much at myself. Last time my role was to make everyone feel better about their own game. Sad. haha.

My college & after college in DC roommate got engaged. How do I know? Because a good friend sent me a wonderfully snarky comment about it on facebook (no, roommate and I are not FB friends). I am happy for her,  honest. She deserves to be happy, she's not a MEAN person. We were fine roommates because after a while we just didn't deal with each other haha. And I kinda didn't know if she'd find someone that could deal with her idiosyncracies and habits. Or her whiney voice. Also? This chick has a weird, way-too-close relationship with her family, especially her brother. When I told C she was engaged, he actually asked "to her brother?" HAHAHAHA. Then he said he was surprised she found someone who could deal with her leaving poop in the toilet. Thanks for the reminder, I had blocked that special part of living with her out. My mom called her the nun because she dresses so conservatively/prudely/whatever you want to call it. Not that I'm flashy or fashionable at all, but I only own 1 cardigan, not one for every day of the month. Just sayin'. Though I did FB stalk her, and she looks good, so good for her. I even sent her a note congratulating her and she wrote a very formal thank you note back expressing how extremely happy this guy and her are. Good, I hope so - you are marrying him!

Anyway.

Surgery is scheduled for Aug 24. Oncologist gave me the go ahead, calmed my fears & said it's more likely that I can't recover & am getting sick more frequently because I don't have a spleen - not because I'm on some path to cancer. Though  he called the ENT while I was there and told him to biopsy the tonsils and test for lymphoma, because it can be isolated to one specific area/lymph  node. I love my doctor. If nothing else, I know I'm in good hands if I ever (God forbid) do get the big C diagnosis. So, cut out the tonsils, let me sleep for 10 days at home & then go to the beach for a week. If I could skip over the bleeding from my mouth for a week and having to rely on my Mom and just head to the beach, I would. I know C can handle A while I'm out of commission....I just hope he and my mom don't butt heads. They never do, but they've also never lived under the same roof for any amount of time. Fun times ahead! At least I'll be drugged for it :)