10 Wacky Clues I'm Getting Old!

I am approaching 40 in a year and a half and age has started to creep up on me.  I can still kick ass with the best of them, don't get me wrong, but I definitely pay for it a bit more afterwards.  Here are 10 clues that I'm getting old.

Ok that is not me!  What the hell!

1.  There is gray hair growing out of my nose and ears.  I look like a deranged scrub brush with a big ass nose.


2.  I can ride my bike 2000 miles in a summer and still get fatter.


3.  My head glistens in the sunlight, and it ain't from highlights.


4.  I can't make the 10 minute ride to the office after drinking 2 cups of coffee in the morning without almost pissing myself.  My fathers answer to this, carry a wide mouth bottle with you in the car.  I'm not there yet but am starting to see the wisdom in it!






5.  There are more parts on my body that are broken then there are that are whole.

Sweet relief after 100 on the bike!

6.  I have used Preparation H.  Only after long bicycle rides but still!

7.  Kids call me Mr. Costantino.  What the hell!  I always tell them that's my fathers name, and I stole that line from him!


8.  My oldest daughter is tall enough to reach the top cabinets with no stool.


9.  I look at minivans fondly.  Lord!!


10.  Well shit, I can't think of number 10 so maybe I'm not all that old yet!  I am still a lean, mean, fighting machine!  Or maybe I'm too damned old to count that high.  Whatever!  


Geriatrically,


Wacky Dad

What Makes Your Cancer Different?

 The question is – Is My Cancer Different?  Well first of all as my readers know I don’t have cancer, but I am however a cancer fighter.  I started my fight against pancreatic cancer about 15 months ago after losing a close family friend to the disease.  Since then I have been actively seeking a cure by fundraising and raising awareness of pancreatic cancer.  Here is what is different about pancreatic cancer.

1.  It is the 4^th largest cancer killer

2.  Of the major cancer killers it has the lowest survival rate at 6%.

3.  Unfortunately pancreatic cancer receives the lowest amount of government funding of research out of all the major cancers.  Here are some graphs to demonstrate this inequity.

The point of this new website www.ismycancerdifferent.com is not really how pancreatic cancer is different than breast cancer or lung cancer. It is about raising cancer patients awareness that there are most likely differences on a molecular level between two people who are battling the same cancer. It is important for patients and doctors both to realize that each patient should be receiving an individualized treatment plan based on the type of cancer they have, and also the way it is presenting to them as an individual. I don’t pretend to be an expert on cancer, only one who wishes to defeat it in every way. What I do pretend to understand something about is common sense, and my common sense tells me that every cancer patient needs to be looked at from a molecular standpoint and have a tailor made treatment plan built for them based on their own particular situation. Visit www.ismycancerdifferent.com to learn more about this great new approach.


Sincerely,

Wacky Dad

Nemo is dead...Oh Well!

     Hey everyone!  It has been a while since I have written a blog post.  I have been busy training for the 2nd Annual Karen Petty Memorial Double Century Bike Ride Against Pancreatic Cancer.  The ride is over.  We completed the 200 mile trek last Saturday in 14 hours, and have raised almost $15,000 for the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network to date and we still have donations rolling in.  Now that I have a little more time to spend out of the saddle I will be devoting more time to my blog.  I have literally lived and breathed the bike for the past 6 weeks, and it is nice to finally have a little breather, although I plan on keeping up my riding...I have to do something to combat the gut that is still hanging under my shirt!  
   

This picture is a little old now, but she
is still the same little meat head!

     Well enough about me.  Tonight my 8 year old daughter Ailey lost her second fish in her aquarium to some unknown disease, or perhaps old age I guess.  She dutifully takes care of this tank every day, and it literally looks as clean as the day she got it.  I have been waiting for one of the little guys to kick off since she got the thing.  I thought she would be upset when they died, but I was surprised by how matter of fact she is about their deaths.  "Hey dad there is a dead fish in my tank."  That was it.  No drama at all.  I wonder how many kids are like her and how many aren't?  She is really just a matter of fact little booger, and she is tough as nails.  I fished the sucker out with a spoon and flushed him down the toilet in typical fish burial style.  Ailey didn't even attend the funeral!  Just snuggled up in her bed and called out for me to get her some water.  I love all of my kids for many reasons, but when it comes to being rock hard I can always count on Ailey to hang tough.  For that I believe she deserves a fresh fish from the fish store!


I Love You Ailey!


Your Wacky Dad