Okay, So I'm actually terrible at keeping up with any of this shit. Blogging, MySpace (which I do like once every solstice), Facebook, Twitter (I don't actually have a Twitter account, and I never will either. I don't get it but i just added it to seems hip and with the times, like I know what I"m talking about.) So, it's inevitable that I come back to this god damn blog and BLOG about how shitty of a BLOGGER I am. Well, if you know me, I actually enjoy writing and shit, but man, just having to get on the computer anymore is a total pain in the ass.
Plus for a while there, I just didn't feel like updating any of you with what was going on in my daily life. Mostly because Mark's Daily life was starting to SUCK. BIG TIME.
2009.... You can go and fuck yourself. YOU SUCK! Shit, I would even say Dec. 2008 through all of 2009, eat my ass!
So yeah, life has been royally sucking but who gives a shit? That's just life. Roll with it baby. Plus, most of you know about Brittany.
Cancer. WTF? Yeah, it's Stage 2B Hodkins. What's that mean??? Well, not a lot right now, as of today. She's 1/3 the way through her LAST round of Chemo right now. After that, she SAYS she's going to be going to the cancer camp UKANDU in Oxbow Park, where we're from, but we'll see. Then after that, she'll start Radiation. Yay! Then, for the most part, that should be the end of the cancer ordeal. Not really. She's still got a lot of shit to do to make sure it don't come back and monitoring.
Only good thing to come out of 2009... Doernbecher Children's Hospital. Till the FUCKING DAY I DIE, I will always try to find a way to either donate, or volunteer for the hospital. What a bunch of high class, top notch, grade A, bunch of people. SALT OF THE FUCKING EARTH! I love every one of em... SO whatever I can do... I'm gonna.
Let's talk about Cancer... I never thought I'd become an expert on Cancer, but these past few months have been an absolute learning experience. Wanna hear something cool?? I got this chick I work with.... well, I don't really WORK with her per say, but she is in the same building as I am and we talk sometimes. Get the drift?? Okay, well she got married, recently and she's got family that has had cancer and yadda yadda yadda. Her Dad I think, actually. Not sure. Anyway, for her wedding "favors" or whatevers that everyone gets..... They instead made a donation for every person that was going to come to the wedding in each of that persons name to some cancer society. Everyone got a neat little card/plaque whatever thingy that said that they have just donated to some cancer society. So, I think they spent like 10K to make sure each person donated a certain amount.
Anyway, I"m killing this story, but you get the drift. Thought that was pretty neat. She didn't do it cause I got a kid with cancer, I think it was just the motivation she and her husband needed to come up with an idea that would be different than everyone elses. Whatever.
Work has been amazing lately. Really supportive and totally amazing. I have been having people from all over DONATE annual leave to me so I can head back and still be getting paid. Amazing. You'd have to be a Marine or been one to get the letter I wrote them all referencing what it feels like to be living what we've all been taught as Marines. A few phrases "you never leave a Marine behind" and "we take care of our own."
If you never were one.... That sucks for you. But, it's an amazing feeling knowing that there are people in like 5 other states donating leave to ME. Cause, we're all a bunch of former and retired Marines working for a common goal, and we do take care of each other in their times of hardship and need. 98% of these people don't know me. They just know that I'm a Marine, and I needed help. That's it. Oh, and that I have a kid that has a "undiagnosed mass" (that's all it was at the time when they were donating leave.)
Anyway, this is getting long, and that's just how I work, I guess. I ramble on.
I really did wanna just log on and write something.
As far as our issues we're having here in 2009... To be continued, I guess...
Later, skaters.
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