Bark, Bitch! Plus, Grappa Gets Censored, and Finally....Booties for Ryleigh

A quick rendezvous tonight in Sandy Springs with Grappa and Nonna on their way up to North Georgia for the BabyWatch (a/k/a The Ripening). Grappa and Nonna brought CrackHo a wonderful gift of Chips as part of our quest for the Right Italian Cocktail Chip. (And a little chemobrain demo included).

CrackHo in turn delivered baby booties imported from St. Simons Island for Ryleigh's going home event. (Assuming she does her coming out eventually). And no, they did not cost $100 (or even $300). There was more chatter about $100/$300 bootie(s) which HAD to be censored...

CrackHo's first time out of the CrackShack in 2 days, and Grappa's first time on Sinnergirls. Sorry we had to cut out most of Grappa's wit! But Grappa is quite a guy and has fended off the Sinnergirls for years as we try to rip the words out of his mouth (or censor him or whatever). But hey, this is a family blog. Sort of.

Freebster Boings, Malibu Barbie, and Mother & Diddy O'Sinnergirls are waiting breathlessly tonight by their landlines, Blackberries, I-phones, and dial-up modems to hear of Ryleigh's progress.

Im-Ported

CrackHo and Black Canary here. CrackHo sez I heard I was once again entertaining U.I.V. (under the influence of Versed) even tho I left my inflatable tongue at home today. Malibu Barbie swooshed into the radiation support unit, pulled out her camera, took a picture, and I (reportedly) responded with a physical reminder of one of my middle names (Bird). Peeps, CrackHo had on NO makeup and NO accessories and Malibu was taking potentially shocking photos of the 'Ho in such a bare state! I'm sure she'll be posting later....

Tonight Black Canary and CrackHo enjoyed Italian cocktails at the Builtmore. BCB will share more below, but I must first bemoan the fact that my first-born and much-adored nephew today called me CrackHo!!! Child, I don't care how old you are, I am still AUNT CrackHo to you!!

BCB here with an evening post after port installation. For those of you who have never seen a port, well, it's not much to see....but CH got what they called a Purple Power Port with accessories (id bracelet to let folks know she has such a magnificant port mechanism). I tried not to be envious of a new bracelet; it's rubber so it was fairly easy to let go of the envy! Crackie slept for three hours post port import then was "set free" to sleep several more hours on sofa at crack's shack. Black Canary Barbie lounged, put mirror under nostrils of C Ho to check breathing status and did what we will be doing a bunch of...waiting. Other than the side effects of good narcotics, 'Ho is bruised all around port installation, is a bit sore, but amazingly together and ready for her next big step in healing and recovery: a good glass of chardonay (just kidding)..the first and count down to last of all chemo (R-chop for those of you who didn't know what her chemo cocktail of choice will be for the big, bad B Lymphoma). First infusion session begins at 8 am Thursday morning and finishing up Friday morning at 9am. I'll try to post from the infusion suite. Thanks for all your prayers, calls, emails and love: keep em coming! BCB

Before Surgery: Doctor, Doctor It Seems to Have Grown!

This is ancient history in the whirlwind world of Sinnergirls. But in the interest of Public Service, CrackHo wants to make sure that y'all get a glimpse of what her ailment REALLY looks like. It's a wonder CrackHo didn't scare Doc Juicy off that morning. Oh well, he calmed me right down with a little Versed and things proceeded along jes' fine. (When the vid opens, we're chatting about an unusual type of chapstick available at a certain Variety Store at Peachtree Battle).