Addiction Update

Just a quick update - I haven't had DP for 2.5 weeks and it feels great.

Forever Young

My birthday, December 6th; is approaching and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Usually, as my family and friends know very well, I am forecasting my birthday around September to be sure that calendars are marked and celebrations are plenty. I’ve attempted to maneuver a birthWEEK instead of just one day with minimal success and much to my chagrin. However, this year, I’m feeling a bit like I never thought I’d feel, OLD.

My eyes have a few more laugh lines, my skin feels flaky and dry, my waistline life preserver could save a whale now, and I’m an old married hag. Luckily, I’m married to a young hottie Hubs. But even that puts more pressure on me to be young, look young and act young.

ALAS, never fear – I won’t let this age get me down for too long and I probably shouldn't since it'll creep up on me again next year. As soon as the presents roll in and the parties begin, I’ll be birthday festive once again. We’re having a party this weekend for me and BFF who has a birthday two weeks prior (1 year younger though) and just to show you that I’m not too bah humbug about my birthday, I’m going to party like it’s 1999 … and since I’d only be turning 18, it could be a sight to behold!

Thankful

I am thankful for a first Thanksgiving as a wife to my Hubs. I am thankful that I can still touch my toes. I am thankful to spend Thanksgiving with my parents. I am thankful that my nose hairs aren't longer than my nose. I am thankful to have a full belly. I am thankful that my belly isn't bigger than my boobs. I am thankful for living in a great little house that I can call my own. I am thankful that my bunyon isn't hurting right now. I am thankful for my adorable two dogs that only have normal dog issues. I am thankful that my lovehandles aren't big enough to use as life preservers. I am thankful that my two sisters are happy and spending their Thanksgiving with loved ones. I'm thankful for my friends. I am thankful to have a job that I like. I am thankful to live in a state that I love. I'm thankful that I haven't started farting ... yet.

I am thankful. Happy Thanksgiving.

Cute Folks

My parents are visiting for Thanksgiving. We get excited, Hubs and I, because we like to show off our little town at this time of year. Covered in white and still snowing, lights twinkling everywhere, Parade of Lights on Friday after Thanksgiving where all the businesses downtown light up their stores and offer treats and hot cider to share for enticement to come inside and buy something - it's a fun time to visit our usually sleepy little town. And Mama and Papa are great visitors cuz anything we suggest, they're game to do. They love to be entertained. Plus, I love them so that helps.

And I think Mama and Papa are excited to come too. I got a clue they might be excited when Mama called last night to tell me: 1. That they are already packed (two days before they'd get here); and 2. Papa wanted to go to bed at 6:30 so he could just wake up and it would be tomorrow.

So cute.

Conversation Between Loved Ones ...

Driving in the car up the dark hill in the rain toward our house, the conversation ensued:

Me: "What is that in the road up there? It's flashing like a cop."

Hubs: "I don't know. It might be a cop."

Me: "It looks kinda like a cop but mostly like a UFO."

Hubs: "I don't know what it is."

Me: "OHHH, it's just some sort of machine."

Hubs: "Yeah. And to some, that would be known as a truck."

Me: "Smartass. ASS being the operative word."

White Thanksgiving?

FINALLY! It's winter around here just in time for Thanksgiving. It snowed last night and we awoke to a blanket of white. Our Sleeping Giant, who looks a bit like Bill Clinton, is now covered for his long winter's sleep and I won't have to worry about him getting hypothermia. I love the first snow because it hides all the muck and dry boring brown that we've had to endure in this last very dry part of the Fall. Our dogs were fooled enough that they didn't even tiptoe around the piles of poop in the yard in order to find the perfect spot to circle three times and then finally squat to piss.

And it's still snowing ... WAHOO!

DUUUH ...

I was on the phone with an adversary yesterday. We were commenting about the weather - just the niceties we exchange before we start to argue with one another. And he commented to me that it was going to be 60 degrees in Helena, Montana in mid-November. And then I mentioned to him that there have been wildfires in Montana starting recently. To which he responded,

"WELL, MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING TO THAT GLOBAL WARMING."

Ya think?

DP is OUT

I am admittedly and unabashedly addicted to Diet Pepsi. So much so, that I have affectionately termed it DP in my family (although Hubs has many other unpublishable options for my acronym). I can't go a day without it or I will be cranky and intolerable. Headaches. Cravings. Can't think of anything other than DP and it's deliciousness. I even know the people at my local convenience store by name and they know me and what I get every single day. I have probably spent hundreds of dollars on DP this year. When I mentioned to Hubs that yesterday was my last day of DP, he laughed maniacally.

And so, because I hate the thought of being beholden to a fountain soda any longer, I am quitting. Cold Turkey. DONE. D.U.N. See ya. Au revoir. Adios.

Today is the first day and I've only been up for 5 hours. I am, as predicted, cranky, intolerable, suffering from a headache, craving DP, and thinking of nothing else. I have already taken 2 ibuprofen and I'm counting the minutes until I can head to the First-Aid station and get another dose. I can't wait for this week to be over so the withdrawal symptoms are gone too.

On the bright side: Think of all the shoes I can buy with the money I'll save not buying DP. And that will be another addiction I'll have to tackle. Another day ....

I Love New Music

My newest acquisitions are:
Brandi Carlile - The Story;
Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger;
Rachel Reis - Without A Bird;
Rachel Reis - For You Only;
Feist - The Reminder

I can't decide which I like best. They are all that good...

Healing Thoughts

A dear member of the familyDoc, JM, has been having a helluva time healing after a major surgery. She had her colon removed about 1 month ago and has not been recuperating as she should. Today, she went into intensive care and was quarantined due to a staff infection. Please send healing thoughts her way; she needs it.

'Twas a Good One

Hubs definitely looks older today than he did yesterday. Something to do with the groans and moans and sounds of pain emitting from the bedroom throughout the day. During one of my visits to his bedside, I commented that he looked like hell warmed over; to which he responded, with his head buried in the pillow and a voice gruff like he'd smoked a pack of cigs, "Bitches, take a number."

At least he hasn't lost his sense of humor.

Thankfully, last night in the wee hours of the morning, he also still had some sense... when he fell ass over teakettle without any explanation except drunkenness, he said, "That's it, I'm going home. Done. Take my beer."

And we went home.

Goodbye 3-0

Today is Hubs' birthday. He's trying to catch up with me in age - he's almost there: 31. Last night I gave him a kiss when I returned from my work travels and he said, "This is the last time you'll kiss a 30-year old."


I'd take you at any age over any stupid 30-year old.


Happy Birthday Hubs. Love. You.

Boobies

I had quite the shock today. I was browsing through the blogs on this host site at work - that isn't the shock although my boss might think so - and much to my surprise, I happened upon a blog with boobie pictures ... and very seductive poses. And boobies. That's all I can say to describe it because while I'm okay with taking the risk of getting caught at work writing a blog about my sister's b-day, I'm NOT okay with taking the risk of being accused of seeking out sites with pictures of boobies. So, I quickly pushed the little red X in the upper right hand corner of the screen and hastily deleted any evidence of having boobies on my screen.

Now that I'm at home cruising on the net, I'm curious which site I saw and can't remember anything about it ... except that there were boobies. Hmmm, I wonder what comes up when I do a search for boobies; certainly this blog will show up ...

This Is Your Year ...

My sweet little sister's birthday is today. Happy Birthday JDoc. I think you're a rock star ...

Ladies Weekend

My weekend started out with a wonderful experience Friday morning and continued right on from there through the weekend. I went with a group of ladies, 6 in all, to Bozeman for a "Ladies Weekend;" even the accompanying dogs were ladies. I knew 2 of the ladies a bit but the other 4, I'd just met this weekend. We had some good food, saw two concerts, went for a hike, sat in some hot springs, drank some wine and laughed. Ahhhhh.... just what I needed.

Shiny Happy People Holding Hands ....

What a great way to start my day… Besides waking up to Hubs talking in his sleep – hilarious, unintelligible, rambling – I went to Safeway this morning to get a few things for the weekend. I noticed the stockers (not to be confused with stalkers) filling the shelves with groceries and such. As I rounded the corner to the power bar section where I was headed, I ran SMACK into one of the young men as he was literally dancing around, hopping, singing and not paying attention whatsoever to the (very few) customers that could be coming ‘round the corner. He incorporated the interruption into his dance moves and flitted on his way. It was hard not to smile and laugh to myself about his enthusiasm for life.

I then went to the fruit section to get strawberries for breakfast, and heard, in my peripheral attention to details outside my strawberry search, someone singing to the music, ‘I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you … for all my liiiii-iiiife.’ I looked up to see who was the beneficiary of the lovely song. It was me. Another stocker had stopped his work, inspired by song, and busted it out, arm in the air, dedicating his line directly to me. We both laughed when he was done and I commented on the lovely time I’d had just shopping early morning at Safeway.

As I walked out of the grocery store this morning, I met a friend walking in. I warned him, “There are singing, dancing, happy people in there. Just a warning – don’t go in if you can’t handle it.” He said, “Oh I can.” And danced a little jig on his way in the door.
What a great morning already ….