Is that it ends.

I know this may come as a shock, but I swear it's true.  We can battle, we can pray, we can eat organic fruits and vegetables and drive a Prius, but one day our ticker will stop ticking.  And there's nothing we can do about it.

This is my dog's shocked face.  Actually, it's his "Did you just say treat?" face.

Actually, there is something you can do about it.  Ready?  Write this down.  It's important.

I accept that one day I am going to die.  

So while I'm alive, I'm going to be the most kick-ass, kind person I can be.

Okay, I will step down from my soap box.

For those who have been wondering, my brother-in-law, is doing much better with his new heart.  It's been a long and bumpy road to recovery for him, but he's going to be home in the next week or two.

This week I'm getting my annual exam because it's October, Breast Cancer Awareness month.  My doctor is the only person I allow to touch my boobs and insert things in my vagina without buying me dinner first.  (Oh, simmer down.  It's a joke.)

Until next time.

Oh, hey.  There's a new death book out there.  It's called

"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes: and Other Lessons from the Crematory."

 I bought it yesterday and I'll get a review up as soon as I'm finished.

Have a great week!