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Pack it Up and Move it Out

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lugszIt would be embarrassing to admit how many hours I spent packing up for this trip. I would like to claim I was organized and efficient. That truly, I thought out every piece and item, only packing based on significance and true need. I’d love to claim I was a harsh critic and spared no personal effects feeling…. what gets to go and what has to stay. Wish I could, but…… 

At one point last night Robert walked out into the living room where I was stacking and arranging, piling, sifting and stuffing. He stopped short to gaze upon the entire bounty of suitcases and handbags, and carefully stacked “needs” and I believe his mumble was, “Jesus Rebecca, we’ll only be gone for 7 days, we don’t need to take everything in the house!”

Back off buddy ~ Oh yes we do!

I’m a pack whore. There, I admitted it. Hundred bucks for a 5 minute stuff job…I stuff real good….

I need it all. I want everything and that potentially includes the kitchen sink. Not that I plan on washing a single dish while I am away, but just in case my hand brushed across something nasty and I would need instant hand washing abilities. Those who are prepared need not worry about unexpected nastiness. Just saying…..

I need my things like I need the air around me. If I’m missing a certain notebook while we are away, my mind will instantly crave it and all writing will feel lackluster and irrelevant because I’d be forced to write in the wrong notebook. If I leave one shirt, then inevitably, that’s the one I’ll want to wear for an evening and everything else I try on will look like shit. It’s so aggravating to be 500 miles from my house and realize, damn, I soooo need that one thing. Why didn’t I pack it! So it’s just safer to pack anything that’s not firmly attached to the house. Now, if I could just figure out how to smuggle one cat and my golden retriever into the car I’d be a happy camper~

This admission either makes me compulsive obsessive, or it simply demonstrates the females natural tendency to gather what is hers, relocate and begin nesting. In my case, I’ll be nesting in a suite in Reno, Nevada. It took 4 hours strategically gathering what was blessed enough to come on the trip. 30 minutes watching Robert try to stuff it all into the car, and once we get there, a mere 15 minutes to nest up my new home away from home, candles included. Yes, candles are just as important to pack as say, underwear. Pack whoring is about meeting the needs of all the senses and body parts~

I know I’m not the only pack glutton who grabs everything not bolted down…..right my gathering lady friends?

Ok, that’s it. Time to hit the road. Let the passenger seat driving begin (Robert loves my instructions, ha) , the battle for the stereo commence (I’ve already hid a few of his worst CD’s) and may I make it out the door of this house without the need to run back inside 10 times to make sure I didn’t forget something~

The Sands of Time

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hb1Well, it’s official. No denying the inevitable truth.

Today, according to my birth certificate, my Mother and a few gloating friends, I have entered chapter 37 in my book of life. Yay me…..

Earlier in April I was informed of my upcoming B-Day and impending age, much to my shock and amazement. I had no idea I’d have to put a 37 year old coat this year.

So this is it. With a tear in my eye and not so fond memories of my last rip roaring week of being 36, I wave goodbye to my mid-thirties and face, with courage and grace, my late thirties……….

May my remaining thirties uphold my penchant for youthful adventures, my denial of age appropriate activities and lack of  enthusiasm for all things conventional. I don’t know what old is supposed to be, or look like, or feel like and for today, my birthday wish is that I shall never discover the answer to that question.

I wish I could share my birthday cake with everyone. My Mother is making it for me, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I will eat several pieces with everyone in mind, promise~

Happy Day to you All

4 Rubber Duckies and a Funeral

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Today is a good day for a Threesome

Today is a good day for a Foursome

I know I said I wouldn’t write about this again. But it’s ALL consuming and no other thoughts can penetrate my brain at this point in time so… sue me. Have your lawyer contact my lawyer and we can let them duke it out. Because I’m going there……I can’t help myself!

I don’t think I signed my original pledge in blood or sacrificed a small bird at the end of my hopeful paragraph, so your lawyer might have a weak case. Just saying……..

Something has gone wrong at the spot where my tooth used to be located. I don’t know what is wrong, but my highly tuned instincts tell me this is so. I know this gut instinct is spot on, because I would like to die. I would like someone to take a sledgehammer and knock me upside the head so I can finally be unconscious and blissfully out of my misery. This new enhanced pain makes me wonder what in gods name was I whining about when I simply had a broken tooth. Broken tooth pain felt like a soft breeze caressing my skin compared to this new mind boggling experience.

I called my dentist office at 8:00 a.m sharp this morning.

Secretary Mindy, all cheery and bright, “Good Morning, Dr. W office, how may I help you?”

Rebecca: “Yes, This is Rebecca, your favorite Dental phobia patient that you did a tooth extraction on Friday.”

Secretary Mindy, “Oh hey Rebecca, surprised to hear from you, how are you doing?”

 Rebecca: ” Yes, something has gone terribly wrong and I would like to schedule a time to come in so you can all just kill me. Put me out of my misery. Mount my head on the wall to evoke fear in all your patrons.”

Secretary Mindy: “Hahah, you’re so funny.”

Rebecca:” I’m dead serious. I would like to die now. I wanted to die last night, but I don’t have enough pain killers left to overdose. YOU HAVE TO HELP ME.”

Secretary Mindy: “Can you be here by 11:20?”

Rebecca: ” I’ll be early. Do I get another rubber duckie to go with my collection?”

Secretary Mindy: ” I’ll give you two.”

I’ve had about all I can take of this. If there wasn’t such a thing as bad luck, I’d have no luck whatsoever. Please tell me someone else has experienced this sort of tooth misery before. I can’t be the only one. I’m talking the kind of pain that makes you want a quick and peaceful death, just so you can sleep again………..

BUT, I’m not letting this tooth issue break my daily writing streak of 48 days. Nope, no way. Someday, I will return to normal. Someday I’ll write about something that doesn’t reek of moaning and groaning and irrational requests. Someday, I may even eat again~

Saturday Slumber

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Sweet Sleeping Bandon~ My Inspiration For the Day

Sweet Sleeping Bandon~ My Inspiration For the Day

Today is all about Saturday Rest.

After yesterdays particularly brutal afternoon, evening and late night, I’ve decided today is about pajamas, text messaging my family from the bed (as good as a bell) and hopeful sleep.

Why did no one mention to me that once the novacaine wore off yesterday I would beg for a quick death? Huh? Whats the deal? Was everyone holding out on me or what?

It was shocking. I’ve never had a tooth extraction like I did yesterday. Usually it’s… fill a diet coke caused cavity and milkshakes afterwards. But this back molar, broken and sad, had to go………I thought Friday would be my day of grace, of sweet mercy. Hell No. Issues I’d never heard before came stomping into my afternoon. Lack of blood clots and dry socket. Score one for the phobia column.

So instead of sweet grace and mercy, I was biting down on tea bags and gulping more then the recommended dosage of painkillers. Robert eventually swiped my pain pill bottle from the side of my bed and had Kaitlyn hide the bottle from me. My frantic and desperate plea’s every 10 minutes insisting it was TIME FOR ANOTHER PILL fell on deaf ears. The traitors. I was reduced to sobbing that any family or friend of mine would smother me with a pillow and consider themselves a hero. It was, truly, that bad…….tears bad and I don’t do tears.

Now, I know I’ve been whining about this tooth thing for a week now. I swear, this is it. Last time. I do feel better today, beyond tired, but better. So, I’m taking a clue from my dog. I’m going to lay my head on thy pillow, squeeze my eye’s shut, and pretend this last week never, ever, happened.

So how was you week?

And yes, the dentist was in full on dental camo. Sneaky little bugger wasn’t he…….

Good week, Good times

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~I have survived the week. I have survived this mornings procedure~

I’d like to thank the makers of Vicodin and Valium for making this week long experience more bearable.Penicillin, I blame you for the vomiting and added misery to my week. Surely something as glorious as a painkiller could not have been the culprit.

I’d like to thank Doctor W. for tolerating my phobias, making jokes, and not making me look at things that are vile and evil like tools, gadgets and drills. I also thank him for not explaining every little thing that is going on and just letting me remain blissfully in lala land.

I’d like to thank the maker of TVs on the ceiling and headphones.

I’d like to thank my sister Sarah, for taking my pre-drugged ass to the dentist, holding my sweaty hand and taking pictures of my torture experience. I’m sorry I flipped you off when you started making Lamaze noises. This sort of pain is completely different than childbirth and it’s hard to he he ho ho heee heee when the dentist is lancing you with a needle inside your mouth. Love ya anyway~

Only a dentist could smile this wide, this beautiful and look so happy at a dentist office. As for me, ya, I’m high from the 4 carefully timed out Valiums I took prior to showing up. No makeup and honestly, I can’t remember if I even combed my hair this morning.  By this picture moment, I was floating on don’t care about a damn thing cloud.

Prior To Procedure, hence the half smile by me

~Prior To Procedure. Completely stoned, beyond exhausted and ready for Mercy. Not looking my best~

Now. Time to swallow some more happy pills before I can feel my face again and go back to bed.
Good week I tell ya, good times…….