 I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest... I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection... I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life... I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife... I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me... I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living... I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed. What you can expect to find here: the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!) complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing my love of irony links to kooky news stories way too much scatological musing for sane people
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Thursday, April 08, 2004
Not much to say today as I'd rather just pop some painkillers and rest...I am recovering from two breast biopsies - one of which they actually took the whole "mass" out instead of just a little piece, so tht side is incredibly swollen and sore.
No working out until at least tomorrow. We shall see; I may stick to something "lite" like pilates reformer lower body or just walking on the treadmil at a low pace so I don't need to swing my arms.
I'll get the biopsy results next week...I doubt its anything to worry about but I have to get the official "thumbs up" first.
Next week, I also go to see the GI doc to see if I might switch meds as the current one is utterly worthless at this point.
*sigh*
ok, back to bed....
Posted at 09:12 am by brandy101
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Tuesday, April 06, 2004
So...as an escape I dropped the kiddo off at preschool and headed to my local cheapo haircut place. I have actually had good results there and it only costs me $10 compared to the $45 I used to spend to basically NOT get what I wanted. This joint is convenient and they do exactly as I ask.
I took along some pics that I ripped out of the latest Victoria's Secret catalog (oh how I love/hate that rag sheet!!! ) I came across an atypical sight - a model with a hairdo that was more that just windblown lengthy locks...She had mod blunt cut longer bangs, and then shoulder-length hair blunt cut in back (see below.) It is uncannily similar to the beloved wig I wore during the last photo shoot...

So, yeah, I got long, thick bangs cut into my hair and had the sides and back shaped up to a longer-length bob, my goal being to grow out the longer part to shoulder length in time. Not Bettie Page cutsie bangs..these are longer, more "mature". My hair is so straight and so fine...I am truly limited in what I can do, so after a few years without, I am back to my signature bangs.
My daughter gave it mixed reviews. She told me I need to color it "yellowish-orange" - meaning a strawberry blonde. Currently its a medium auburn, which I tend to prefer. I decided to henna it this afternoon (yet more "girly" distraction) and used Hennalucent's Sunset Glo, while mixing some "earth brown" into the concoction to tone it down a bit. I am actually tempted to become a brunette...perhaps in a few weeks...
I found out when I got home that both biopsies are scheduled for tomorrow. I have to fast all day because the sedation isn't until 1pm. Oh well, I guess I could use a bit of a "fast" anyway ;)
Posted at 12:46 pm by brandy101
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Monday, April 05, 2004
I was feeling sooooooooo down today (see entry below). Even a 63 min run on the treadmill didn't help, but at least I got to sweat a little.
In fact, after I worked out and showered, I was even more upset than before so I called my surgeon to confess that I was really apprehensive and could he talk me through EXACTLY what the extent of damage might be.
It was certainly good that I called. He was with a patient, but phoned me back a few minutes later.
"I am glad you called because I just got the results of your mammogram. The report notes a 'suspicious lesion' in your right medial breast and makes no mention of the mass at 8 o'clock that I was able to palpate," he reported.
"So what does that mean? Do you need to make two incisions? That was why I called. Because I am having alot of fear and confusion about how extensive the surgery will be, in terms of scarring and amount of breast tissue you plan to remove," I replied.
We talked for a while and he told me that since I was concerned about the "cosmesis" (vanity issues) that he'd see if he could do stereotactical biopsies on the masses - that is, a computer-image guided wide-needle biopsy instead of surgical incision and the "digging around" that that entails.
He called me back and noted that the radiologist was unable to see the "8 o'clock" mass (even though he, my gyne, sonographer, and myself can all feel it clearly) in the mammogram. But the medial lesion he could NOT feel at all but it WAS visible clearly in mammogram. After discussing with the radiolgist and another surgeon (and me) we concluded that he will be first sending me to get the stereotactical biopsy on the medial lesion and then (possibly later the same day) have me sedated to have the 8 o'clock mass removed surgically, since it was not visible on mammogram and thus would need manual removal. That, he said, was a good combo, since it would mean he would need to dig around that medial region and remove alot of breast tissue to find the lesion he didn't know about.
I was guessing that this would delay proceedings for a bit...but yet again, apparently they are "fast tracking" me and he stated that I should plan on both procedures happening this week. He is going to call me tomorrow with the times and dates.
In some ways I feel slightly better - it was like I knew something was wrong and I couldn't put my finger on it. So, now there really is a fly in the ointment but he and I (and the hospital, hopefully!) are going to try to resolve it as quickly and neatly as possible.
The funny thing is, that I think this surgeon - who is almost 2 years YOUNGER than me! - is a bit shy or something dealing with me, because I am so straightforward talking about my boobs...he is a quiet fellow, but seems really sweet and incredibly patient and conscientious, so for that I am greatful. He's the third surgeon I have met/dealt with that has been so incredibly empathetic and kind. Surgeons, in general, have a reputaion for being egomaniacs, and I have certainly met some that fit that bill. Thankfully I have met others who have been utterly angelic.
Posted at 09:42 pm by brandy101
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gender identity of a whiner
Since my adventure in wig-wearing, dramatic makeup application, and posing I have been dwelling on the issue of my own gender identity.
I read an old note from a lover...He went on and on about my "womanly" body, my "great ass"etc etc. Of course it was very complimentary and sexy...but it made me so self-conscious, because lately I haven't been feeling "womanly" at all.
When I was heavier, I had relatively large breasts. I was "thick" all over but my cleavage was impressive enough to distract from my ample thighs and tummy.
The more I exercise, I have a tendency to "bulk up" in terms of quads, biceps, shoulders, back. From what I understand, as you gain muscle mass, you also increase testosterone. I am no "Chyna" by any means but when I see other "athletic" women, well I just don't look ANYTHING like them - lithe, bony back, taught skin...I am "thick". Yes, I know I gave birth, yes, I breast-fed the baby... but when I look at myself, lifeless hair, no makeup, heavy bone structure, I feel so "butch".
My breasts are really small now...although when I am naked they appear bigger due to the skin being stretched from when I was a D cup...I am now barely a B. Pretty picture, huh?!
I am having breast surgery on Wednesday...and I am really sad about the idea of a scar, as minor as it may be, on one of my true "reminders" of my womanhood. I am obsessing about having some kind of breast cosmetic surgery (if the surgery this week shows no evidence of cancer) - more along the lines of some kind of lift procedure that wouldn't damage the nipples, as I am somewhat opposed to implants. But if I perked up what I have, then I think I'd actually be even SMALLER as far as breast projection/cleavage.
My stomach is also getting me down...no matter how much I exercise and how much weight I lose, the leftover skin and wrinkly stretch marks will never go away. I have consulted with 5 doctors looking for something I could do...and they all replied that only surgery could correct it. Even then, I would still have significant scarring IF i could afford a mini-tuck.
Maybe I am obsessing on all this vanity crapola to avoid dealing with the whole "what the hell is that lump in my breast" issue. Retreating into silly stuff...
When I wore that wig, piled on the fake eyelashes, thick eyeliner, seductive lipstick...I felt like a charicature of a woman...like it wasn't really me. I try not to wear alot of makeup during the day in order to keep my skin clean and clear...perhaps a touch of lipstick and some eyebrow pencil and mascara...I think I need to grow my hair to give some sort of signal of femininity to my appearance...but its so thin and fine its tough to grow it more than shoulder length, without it becoming a droopy, split-end-laden mess. Right now its a pile of dogshit - grown-out layers from an evil razor-cut 'do that was performed by my FORMER hairdresser against my wishes. Maybe hair extensions would be a cheaper solution to cosmetic surgery? UGH!
ok, clearly I am in the dumps today, I am whining like a shallow little bitch, and I'm feeling truly crappy - almost like major PMS (except that my period just ended)
Maybe a workout will help me feel better....I'll report back later today after I work up a sweat and see how I am doing.
Posted at 12:57 pm by brandy101
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Sunday, April 04, 2004
An officer and a gentleman...and a metrosexual?
Yesterday' photo shoot was fun but wierd. Wierd in that I was COMPLETELY UN-stimulated the whole time; it was literally like doing a job. And what I mean by that is I wasn't feeling "sexual" in nature. And I was nude the WHOLE time - about 3 hours! As I have said time and again, Paul (the photographer) is so professional and totally dis-arming in terms of "sensuality" Plus he's becoming a friend, too, so he's one of those guys that, when I hang out with them, I forget he's a guy - know what I mean? Not to mention he's a Military medical officer, so he always forewarns me in a clinical sort of way if he needs to touch me to re-position something ("Ok, I'm going to touch your elbow now").
What WAS cool, was that I wore a wig - a black "bettie page" type wig and it was PERFECT for the looks we were doing which were "fantasy" styles...the first series was me in the wig, wearing purple faerie wings (his!) and this sheer white fabric draped over me...the next were me with a triple strand of pearls and the white drape around my butt...then just me nude with pearls of various lengths ...and then he did the painting of a big green dragon from my soulder all the way down to mid-ass! I was kinda bummed that he didn't have me wear heels or boots for those shots, as it would have been PERFECT (albeit FETISH all the way!) but he's very cautious/afraid of "provocative" imagery.
I am looking forward to seeing these pics although I know a few of the poses are going to look awful...I was way too stiff in them...oh well.
In between rolls of film, I'd fix my makeup etc and we'd chat. Me totally naked, him clothed...and it was completely no big deal. I told him at one point that with the wig on I felt "clothed." which was true - like I was in "character" or whatever...
One thing that was funny...as we chatted he was describing to me his trouble finding some new civilian clothes (he is very tall and lanky) that fit well. He noted that one of his favorite stores is Sears...and that didn't surprise me as he strikes me as "practical" and not "trendy". When I used his bathroom I noted that he only had a bar of dial soap and a bottle of Pert all-in-one shampoo. No other "products." Well, again, he's a straight guy, a bachelor...no surprises in the simplcitiy of his grooming supplies.
As I was leaving, he described to me his plans to go see a a modern dance performace...I asked if he was going with someone (assumed some gal was dragging him to it.)
He chuckled and said, "Oh no, I love that stuff. I am very comfortable with my "metrosexuality."
Say WHAT????? Since when do "metros" shop at Sears and qualify deodorant soap as their skin care "regimen"???? I just thought it was so cute, I smiled and chuckled about it the whole drive home.
Posted at 10:58 am by brandy101
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Friday, April 02, 2004
Sweat....mmmmm...I just had a fantastic workout courtesy of the selection of what my friend, Nickie would term "Crap Rock"...classic rock anthems form the 70's and 80's. Those on the MP3 plus a few "hip" alterna-rock hits, late 80's college radio pop tunes, and some 60's mod riffs (Small Faces, The Kinks) and I had the perfect melange of uptempo grooves to keep me running at a better pace than I think I have ever had before. I also deliberately ran WITHOUT my hr monitor...I think when it starts hitting max and beeping it is way too distracting. Thus, I run longer, more comfortably, at a great pace, and really get in my "zone." I did try to wind down a bit before ending and manged some stetching and cool-down. Yet I am still riding that elation of "flying". I did mention previously that I liken my workouts to my sexuality...anyone familiar with bdsm might have heard of "sub space". I think more people have heard of a "runner's high". Its pretty much the same thing, I think, in terms of physical changes in the nervous, respiratory and circulatory systems. Huge endorphin dump into the blodstream. In bdsm, a submissive may have some sensory deprivation - blindfold, hood, etc. When I am in the running (or biking, swimming, yoga...) "zone" I get tunnel vision, too. Everything else gets shut out; I start to lose sense of space and time. Kinda dramatic, perhaps, but it can happen and hey, if it helps me get/stay HEALTHY and FIT, then hurrah!
I know I'll be commenting on this seemingly obvious parallel later down the road. For now, I had better hit the shower!
Posted at 04:45 pm by brandy101
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I have alot going on - schedule-wise and MENTALLY for the next few days...
As my profile states I am a fitness enthusiast and began training for triathlons (sprint distance) a few years ago as a goal to motivate me in my quest to become healthier, more shapely, fit, sexier, confident...it has been a great tool...and I have been able to tie together much of my endurance training into my spiritual and sexual self...I'll touch on that topic a bit later.
A few weeks ago I became aware of a health issue, so I called my doctor, thinking it would be dismissed as "nothing". Well that "nothing" is landing me in surgery next week. I still personally feel deep down that its just some anomaly and truly is nothing scary...but my grusome research on the internet has exposed me to some scary "after" pics of women with similar surgeries. I should be angry at myself for fretting over scarring and "vanity" issues but , darn it, I have worked so hard to become happy with my body, proud of it, even, that consenting to have it disfigured and "hurt" in any way is confusing and disturbing to me. Yes, I know I need to do this, that its the best thing to do , to rule out any disease situation...it just makes me sad. I think the worst part is that my husband has berated me for worrying over the "vanity" issues, making me feel shallow for harboring these fears.
Perhaps, also, I am focussing on the visual net results so that I won't fret unneccessarily over a negative medical finding.
My great "distraction" of the moment is a project I am working onwith an artist friend. I pose for him in various "costumes", street clothes, or even nude as he experiments with setting scenes, establishing themes, and working on the technical aspects of his photography. I am "subject"; he doesn't use the term "model" which works for me; "model", in today's world, somehow has an underlying sexual connotation to it, as well as a high unnatural standard of "beauty" intrinsically linked to it...like there would be some sort of "bragging rights" to it...(no offense to any models out there!) As "subject" I feel like I am participating in the creative process, and actually, I AM since I do a great deal of the styling for the compositions.
Well this week we are doing something very thematic, and more stylized than any other work so far, and I am really excited about it. I will almost be assuming another persona as I'll be painted, and wearing a wig, wild makeup, holding props, etc. Very "theatrical". I can't wait!
I noted to a friend that sometimes I find posing as subject ot appeal very deeply to the "submissive" side of my nature. I am static and completely yield to the direction of the photographer during a shoot...even when clothed I feel this way: very consciously objectified. It is strangely exhilarating and I feel a "drop" once the work is complete.
The "artist" I work with is highly "professional", proper, religious, cautious...I know he would NEVER "cross the line" so to speak, mostly because since I am married, to him its as if I have an electric force field around me! My male friends (and husband) find it hard to belive that there is no hanky pany going on, or at least an ulterior motive on the part of the photographer...am I niave to think there is not?
I was beginning to get defensive about this issue when I re-read some passages from "On Photography" by Susan Sontag. It made me re-think the issue; that perhaps there is a certain type of intimacy that the invention of photgraphy introduced to the world. That it allows an extended gaze and interaction between subject and photographer/viewer...
All I can think about now is getting together all of the accessories and props I'll need for tomorrow and "taking care of business."
Posted at 10:47 am by brandy101
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I created this blog today after indulging my curiousity, peeking into others' lives through THEIR blogs...my friend and triathlon training buddy, Melora, turned me on to this site and for that I offer THANKS!
Posted at 10:21 am by brandy101
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