Nordstrom Anniversary Sale

A while back my social worker told me that I needed to do something just for myself like go to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale that was coming up. Her intentions were good, but at the time I was still like, "Why do I want to buy clothes if I am just going to die?" I am WAY too practical!!!! But, with her voice in my head when the catalog came, I did look through it with Mason over my shoulder. He saw some Keen sandals that were just like mine and said, "Mommy, Mason want deeese ones." That is all it took and off to the sale I went. I tried to look for myself, but I just couldn't UNTIL yesterday. With the good news of my progress, I had a lot of energy and quite a bit of hope that I wasn't "just going to die." I told my Mom that I really needed a new pair of jeans and since my Mom has not liked the one pair of jeans that I bought after Mason was born she was here in a flash to babysit. Off I went. As I was driving there I remembered a conversation with my book club about one of our members buying a ridiculously expensive pair of jeans, loving the experience, and the jeans. I remember saying, "As soon as I loose the baby weight, I am so doing that!" Well, here I was, months later, with no baby fat (butt cancer makes you loose weight), an entirely different shaped body after two babies, and a desperate need to make butt cancer into the cute, sexy, fashion trend setting cancer that breast cancer is. If you don't believe me, just step into the Cancer Institute. It is like Pepto Bismol painted the joint and EVERYONE IN THERE except me of course. I got the cancer whose color is CHOCOLATE BROWN. NO JOKE. But I digress..... As I thought about it, I said to myself, "If I am going to have butt cancer, my ass is going to look really good." And so it was, me in Nordstrom with Jackie, the sales lady in t.b.d., who had the charge of finding me any jeans that would make my butt look good and be comfortable so that I can run after two boys. I tried on so many pairs I had to sit down I was so tired, but I persevered and I found the perfect pair of ridiculously expensive jeans. Jackie informed that they were the jeans featured on Oprah and her favorite. I told her about the cancer, the good news, and my new revelation of changing butt cancer's bad rap. She took it really well - probably not a conversation she has everyday - and said, "I love your attitude!" I told her that with every positive test I would be back for another pair of jeans which should be in about two months. We finished up and when she said goodbye, I said, "See you in two months!" She smiled, nodded and said, "Two months - see you then." I came home and showed Mom the jeans. She loved them. I ripped off the tags, washed them, put on my chocolate brown T-shirt from Target (6.99), and waited for Grant to come home. I told him what I did and, par usual, he was glad that I did it. The best part is he loved me in the jeans. I guess my social worker was right after all. Love, me