B is for Butt!

as always when i arrive to work in the AM i go through/clear out the stupid amount of emails i get during the few hours i am not here. it is crazy that Boston College's spam filter doesn't pick up the most blatant stuff. it's a good thing you can't actually increase your size or longevity just by opening an email, because i'd be frickin' HUGE (for hours....YIKES). in any event, among all of the viagra emails, there is one from katie with the most recent update to hunters CaringBridge site which she wrote after after yesterday visit to the Jimmy Find Clinic.
enjoy~
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008 9:44 PM EDT
We had clinic today and we've now officially got just 12 weeks left of treatment! (OK it's not "we", it's "she" - you see how I make this all about me? Good right? You like that?)

Anyway, chemo was pretty much uneventful. We had some visitors which was fun. Suzanne, the liaison at Dana Farber for the Taco Bell fundraiser, came to visit and meet Hunter. She asked how old the girls were, and then asked when Taylor would be four. Hunter answered, "on her birthday." (Seriously, I think she thinks grownups are sometimes just so dumb...)

Suzanne also brought the girls pink Red Sox baseball hats, which they loved. On the way home, Hunter announced, "My hat has a B on it. B for Busy."

I said, "well yes, busy does begin with B, but that B is for Boston - it's a Red Sox hat."

She replied, "B for Busy. Busy kicking cancer's BUTT! B is for Butt too." (Hysterical giggles and more "B is for Butt" followed.)

I nearly drove off the road trying to stifle my laughing. I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at a Red Sox hat again without thinking, "B is for Butt."

i quite sure mike, hunter's dad, will get a lot of mileage out of that one....
MAJOR yankee fan.....

www.caringbridge.org/ma/hunter

are you going up?

For you non-runners out there, one of the ways to estimate how far into the training season your spouse, significant other, friend is into his/her training for the Boston Marathon is to gauge their response to inane things that other people do that affect them. Case in point. Today, not once but twice I was riding in the elevator going up to my office. Both times the elevator stopped on a floor that was not mine and people were standing in front of the doors as they opened. Neither time did a single person get on the elevator. In fact, the second time someone actual got on, looked at the arrow pointing up and said, "Oh, you're going up?" Now, I was not in the hall to see if both the up and down buttons had been pushed, but I can guarantee you that these people thought that the elevator would come more quickly if they pushed both buttons. My experience was made more frustrating by the fact that the elevators in question do not have a close door button. I was forced to stand in the elevator, making my ride longer, shooting poison arrows with my eyes at these people until the doors closed. To make matters worse, the second time that it happened, Mr. "Are you going up?" was on the SECOND FLOOR. Use the stairs for crying out loud, down is the easier direction you know! So, all you non-runners try this experiment on your loved ones and measure their reaction. It will tell you a lot about how close to April 21 you are.