Bonjour from Quebec City! (a little late)

If you are friends with me on social media, chances are you saw some of the pictures that we posted from our trip to Quebec this past summer.  I’m sure some of you are wondering about all the details that made that trip come together, so I thought I’d share.  Don’t mind while I blow the dust of this oldie but (hopefully) goodie!


The food supplier for the bistros that Brandon and I work for sent their larger-account clients on an trip to the magnificent city of Quebec City. Technically, I’m not sure that our positions with the company were worthy of this trip, but because others in our organization already had trips planned, we happened to be third in line – which worked out just perfectly for us!

We had to make a quick decision, considering I was currently on my second chemo regimen (which was working) and I thought, this is a no-brainer…we are going!  Well, then – as you may remember – medically, shit hit the fan.  I started my new and third regimen only a week before the trip to Canada.  My oncologist and I hoped that I would be able to continue chemo while I was there, but my white blood cell counts plummeted, and she decided that I should take a break and just enjoy my trip. And enjoy I did! Medically, I felt fantastic almost the entire time we were there. Score!

The kind folks at Shamrock Foods really know how to PARTY, but most importantly, they reminded me so much of the wonderful company we work for.  Their desire to make their customers feel important is so much a part of their culture. Many of their employees have worked for the company for several years, and they are all incredibly loyal to each other as well as to the customer.

At the end of everyday, I would put together a slideshow to recap the day that we had.  Here are the clips…

I really hope this doesn’t come across as bragging, because I realize that so many people will never get such an opportunity, but this was one of the first times that I was able to just hang with my husband.  I wasn’t throwing up and he wasn’t working. Even better than that, neither of us had to “take care” of the details of the trip because they were already done, and SO much more.

Day: 1

Day: 2

Day: 3

This was, without a shadow of a doubt, the trip of a lifetime – an experience for the books. At moments, I almost forgot about that C word that constantly haunted me the last 16 months.  Right before the trip, I made the decision that we weren’t going to tell anyone in the group (there were 400 of us) that I have cancer.  We were just Brandon and Lori from St. Clair in New Mexico.  I wasn’t a cancer patient and he wasn’t my caretaker.

This little life of mine is exactly what I had envisioned we would be doing. It’s what we have worked so hard to achieve, and it’s almost perfect. Well, almost.



P.S. Those ten pounds that I gained in Mexico? Yeah they are back.  I’m sure you could tell by the food pics. 😉

P.P.S. A quick observation now that I’ve lost weight: I would have been able to win the hearts of men and women combined when I had more of a muffin-top.  Not the case this time around, particularly with the ladies! Who would have known that I had to use the cancer card to win the hearts of some stone-cold bitches? Shame on them. 

Articles and Stuff

Well hello blog audience –

I have a few pieces written but I have been all over the local media this week.  In case you missed them I thought I could put them all in one place.

Enjoy.  I know I had a fantastic week and I hope you did too!  LP




The Day I Skipped Hospice and Bought a Corvette Instead

It’s called priorities, people.

My son is infatuated with high-end cars and he recruited my husband to join this slightly-obsessive club.  For the last year, hours and hours have passed while my two boys Google, bookmark and obsess over muscle cars.  I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.  Somehow, their love affair got narrowed down to Corvettes and they were glued to the latest posts on Craigslist.  At least twice a week I would have to endure watching my two boys try to “used car” sell me into buying their latest internet find.  I would just roll my eyes and then mumble something about cleaning out the garage.
One night we were all harassing each other when a light bulb came on and I thought, “How badass would it be if I actually bought my boys a Corvette?”
So I consulted with a girlfriend who gave me the green light.  Then I called my Daddy, who from this point on will be referred to as my “Not So Little Elf”, a.k.a. NSL Elf. After that, I did what any normal wife would do – I hacked my husband’s phone (hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do) to see if I could find their latest infatuation. Fail.Then I called NSL Elf and he called his associates. That’s when we found what I hoped to be “The One”.
NSL Elf jumped into high gear and helped me with the details:  He found a mechanic to inspect the car, and set up an appointment for us  to check it out.  Of course, the only date and time that the car owner, my NSL Elf and I were available to meet just so happened to be the same day that Brandon and I had talked about starting Hospice on. Instead, I convinced my husband that he should stay at work the full day (which should have been a clue) and I could start Hospice the next week.  Little did he know what plans NSL Elf and I had.
After exchanging money, I jumped in my truck and followed a black, shiny, convertible Corvette that NSL Elf drove to the DMV. After that, we parked it in his barn, naturally, next to a turn-of-the-century stagecoach.  I mean, come on…I am a Paulson after all.
On Christmas Day (with a fair amount of coordination – thank you DiG) NSL Elf drove up  and surprised my boys with just what be my favorite gift ever given.
For my sweet boys, may you talk about love, life, and solve all of the world’s problems while under the hood of this beauty.  But even more importantly, put the top down, remember me and enjoy the sights of our beautiful Mesilla Valley.