QueenoftheGoobdom
QueenoftheGoobdom
QueenoftheGoobdom

Wow. Makes me glad that my docs just sliced me right open and took out the whole shebang in one go. Of course, what nearly killed me, and exacerbated my uterine cancer growth, was the mega high dosages of hormones I was prescribed for years by doctors in another state before I finally got decent care. I consider

I am ridiculously excited about this movie on so many levels, not the least of which is Louis Garrel. Amazing cast. Fabulous fashion. Whee!

I have to avoid soy, though, due to doctor recommendations post cancer because the cancer was hormonally based. It's very frustrating, but you know, cancer. Feh.

I'd have smacked a fool. That's just wrongheaded, that is. Gad.

In the last two decades, I've gotten to know more people who made/make their living as sex workers than I ever imagined possible for someone raised in the South by a minister and schoolteacher. Every last one has substance abuse issues, be they prescribed or street or as seemingly simple as booze. Most are female,

Obscure Goob Trivia Time — Once upon a time during The Gilded Age, there was a woman by the name of Mamie Stuyvesant Fish. Mamie was one of the top society ladies of New York and Newport, only surpassed by the like of Caroline Webster Schermerhorn Astor, the founder of The 400, and one or two other very privileged

Sacrilege!

I knew I didn't want children all the way back in kindergarten. Nothing has ever changed my mind about it. And yes, I'm pretty darned happy most of the time.

You, my dear, are a lovely soul. Thank you for sharing your story. Infinite blessings!

I admit, I use them and, um, never stopped. Why? Because it's the easiest way to do an instant nape of the neck chignon without hairpins. Granted, mine are all black, navy, or brown so they're pretty unobtrusive against my dark hair.

I do not have fibromyalgia, but I am a uterine cancer survivor who was told by too many doctors that there was nothing wrong with me when I was bleeding to death, literally, and experiencing horrific pain and cramping. I do, however, have several friends with fibro and they've been treated poorly by the medical

Looks much more like Charles Manson than the conventional depictions of Jesus. Srsly.

Well, it's good to know The Goobdom is steadily increasing in size.

~blink~

I met Busey aeons ago in Memphis when he was filming The Firm. I used to hang out at BB King's Blues Club and my friends who worked there said Busey didn't really care to interact with fans and that it was best to avoid him if at all possible. I sat in with the house band that night for one song and when I was done

I spent a month at WW camp the summer I turned fourteen. The food, the exercise, the activities were all fine. Most of the kids there, however, were there because of their parents. Now me, I'd asked to go, and my parents felt I was old enough to make that decision effectively. But wowsa, some of those kids had been

I love that person! Kudos!

I love you for posting this. This makes me not bitter about not having sun for three days straight. Thank you!

As a survivor of uterine cancer, this validates many of my feelings about the experience. What I went through, pre-diagnosis, was a Stephen King nightmare at its bloodiest wherein it seemed my body was constantly trying to abort non-existent embryos/fetuses. I actually made that comparison often, both before and after

Oh dear. Somehow I'd blocked that out for decades, but yes. Gah.

I'm wearing a green blouse today and I now match it I'm so ENVIOUS! How lucky you are to have seen him on stage!