Therapy Month Three

It is month three of therapy and although I am back off the medication which makes me happy therapy is still diffitult. The good part is that I am doing better, I am learning more and I want to club my therapist less. Sometimes I feel like I am having a theology debate about how I live my life as she tries to unravel it and break apart the loose ends, as she takes a magnifying glass to everything that has made me who I am. It is both enlightening and expecially hard to see yourself with such clarity, to have your decisions questions, to have those in your life questioned.

She keeps asking how I feel... sometimes I wish to stop feeling all together.

The Fruits are Back

After three months Mrs. Fruit and Baby Fruit are back. Although I did miss Mrs. Fruit I simply could not WAIT to see Baby Fruit. The second day she was home I whisked her away, to give her mother a much needed break to catch up on sleep and so I could have the little cherub all to myself.

Goodness what three months can mean in a little ones development. Baby Fruit is almost two years old, she left LA speaking gibberish and now, now that tiny little delight can tell me what she wants, she knows my name and she delights in EVERYTHING.

We spent the day at the park to work out some of her energy and then a few hours running a bunch of errands I had. Poor little baby is still a little jet lagged, just look at the little circles under those tired eyes.



After errands we came back to the house where she went through all my pots and pans creating music, at least that is what I think it was. She had a great time in any event and I had a blast with her. I am so grateful she is back.

Ms. Dancers Bachelorette Party Day 2

The second day of Ms. Dancer’s Bachelorette party was a day at the Glen Ivey Spa in Corona. Thank goodness that it went off without a hitch because I don’t know if I could have taken another day like yesterday. And with as sick as I was a day at the spa, lounging around is JUST WHAT I NEEDED. Of course it was super hot, 98 degrees, but we had a private cabana and tons of fun.



First item on Ms. Dancer’s list was a trip to the mineral baths and then a mud bath. Yea, you heard me right. First we bathed in sulphur water that smelled like rotten eggs and had chunks of what looked like snot floating around in it. Supposedly that was the way it was supposed to be because it was al-natural but I wasn’t too into it.


IN OUR SULPHUR BATH

Then after we got all stinky, I mean clean, and hotter, remember it was 98 degrees so WHY WOULD ANYONE want to go into a hot sulphur bath. Anyways after the dip we went to the mud area and proceeded to smear mud all over each other, now that part, that was a BLAST!



First we all smeared up Ms. Dancer and got her extra dirty. Then it was my turn.


EWWW MUDDY

There is a great ball of mud with misters, you simply get your hands all muddy and rub it all over. Once we were all done you have to go lay out in the sun until the mud dries.


I HAVE NOT PLAYED WITH MUD IN SO LONG

Even though we are dirty girls we still love each other.



After the mud dried and we scrubbed it off the rest of the day was spent lounging, laughing and I even managed to grab a nap. What a perfect day, which could only have been slightly more perfect if I STILL was not sick. Now I am going to turn off the computer and go take another nap.

Ms. Dancers Bachelorette Party Day 1

So I was still deathly ill with the plague, I had been hoping that today would be the day that I would wake up and feel so much better but I have STILL not broken the back of this damn cold. I got to the point when I was hacking up half my lung last night where I considered taking Ms. Dancer up on her suggestion and just stay home, but I am the organizer, I am the Matron of Honor, this is my best friend and I have a mountain of Dayquil, I would just MUSCLE through the pain.

I muscled through, it wasn’t pretty but it happened. And what a day it was filled with one wonderful catastrophe after another. Let me start at the beginning.

Ms. Dancer and I planned this weekend months ago and I made all the hotel, spa, and dinner/ after dinner plans two months ago. With me being an over planner and our trip to Europe I was not going to leave everything until we got back, that would have been cutting it quite close with only two weeks. So I got everything situated before we left. This morning, and I know I could have done it earlier but remember the plague, so this morning I called the hotel to make sure our rooms were ok. Yea they weren’t. Seems there was a fire and the family that was living in one of the suites had to extend their stay because their house wasn’t ready. No big deal because they gave us a discount on our remaining suite and gave us two other deluxe rooms also discounted. Breathe ok its fine. Then because she was a chatty Kathy and she asked I told her where we were going to dinner. Her exact words are ‘I would only eat there if I were from the Ghetto’. So despite the research and despite the fact that they had a decent rating on Yelp I thanked her and changed our reservation from one restaurant to another. At least we wouldn’t be stuck eating bad food.

So then I call the duelling piano bar where we were planning on going after dinner except there is no answer but it is early, they could just open late right. By three in the afternoon I decide to call back the hotel and ask the oh so helpful desk girl if she knew what time they opened since I could not find hours on their website. Yea her exact words are ‘Oh that place was fun but they closed last week’.

DEEP BREATH now I have an hour before the girls start arriving and we don’t have anywhere to go after dinner. AND REMEMBER I AM DOING ALL THIS AND I HAVE THE PLAGUE.

So I do some research online, not much help there. So then I call all the hotels that are in the area and talk to them hoping to find another nice and cool place that we can go to have fun. All I get is crickets. No one has any suggestions other than the local Sports Bar. AWESOME.

In the end I find a dive bar with karaoke, and considering the group that we are with including Ms. Dancer LOVE’S karaoke this is what I decide we are going with. Feeling a bit calmer I pull into the hotel parking lot and look down at my dash. CRAP its 108 degrees outside. Welcome to the desert in summer.

The night, despite the start of my day ended fantastically. Ms. Dancer and the girls had a fantastic time. We had an amazing long drawn out sushi dinner, we played games and laughed at the things revealed, we had so much fun at the dive bar with the very loud karaoke (and we even managed a swing dance in there – hidden talents revealed), and much to the delight of all we grabbed a late night snack from Taco Bell which we dragged to our room and feasted on with much merriment. The night thank goodness was a huge hit. Congratulations Ms. Dancer!

Photo Phriday: Europe Street Art

New places, new things to see and the street art in Europe was just as unique and fun as their more traditional ancient art. Aside from the good stuff there was an INCREDIBLE amount of bad graffiti art, crap that was sprayed onto the sides of ancient bricks, it was enough to make me cry. But I will not think about the bad, I will only think about the good, and the good well it was GREAT. Hope you enjoy.

All About the Booty

After my great European adventure I was left with fabulous memories that will last a lifetime, a sore aching tired body that will require at least a month to recover fully and of course I managed to pick up a couple of souvenirs. I had to be smart though, my bag was super small and I was already spending so much on the trip I didn’t want to be too extravagant on a gift for myself so I picked just two things. Two things that I REALLY LOVED and passed on all the other things I wanted.

Of course I got a pair of shoes and not just any shoes, glorious purple supple leather masterpieces that I can barely stand to wear they are so cute.



And secondly a Morrono black glass bracelet flecked with gold.



My treasures that remind me of one of the greatest trips I have ever taken.

The Plague

So I have been sick for days, I think it is the plague or something I am sure feels similar. I am so sick I can only stay awake for an hour, two at the most before succumbing back to my sick bed with a bottle of Nyquil to give me another 10 hours of drug induced bliss. I am feeling miserable, I have to be better in three more days so I can go to Ms. Dancer’s bachelorette party which by the way I am planning, and Ms. Rambo has given birth and I cannot even see the little cherub. No one wants people with the plague around their brand new bundle of joy.

So I am home alone, snot running down my face, whining at the fact that I am sick at all.

Days and Days

He has been gone for over 30 hours and comes home only to shower and catch a quick nap before heading off to work again. This is the time at his work when it is the hardest.

We now joke when we see each other. I ask how he is and he always answers with ‘Tired’.

He asks ‘How were your days’.

Days, as in he only sees me every three or four days. We joke because if we don’t I will cry. Sigh being a good wife is sometimes very very hard.