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At one point he peaked through the hedge at the field behind his and there stood Michael Jordan!

You know, I could go for steroid infusions every day. There is something comforting about other chronically ill patients and the nurses who care for us. We’re all a rather kooky lot. Everyone at treatment the last two days have been in good spirits. They all laugh easily and share stories openly. My nurse is a riot and is very helpful when my treatment is done, helping Jayden and I get outside to his relieving spot and getting me settled to wait for my ride. It’s been beautiful the last two days so Jayden and I get a good hour of fresh air and he bathes in the sun.

When we got to the hospital, we went to the volunteer desk like yesterday to grab help to the infusion center. An older gentleman exlaimed, “I’ll take her! What’s Sparky’s name?” I could hear a female volunteer asking the man if he was sure he knew where he was going and he assured her he did. As we walked he explained that he used to come do some sort of charity work for the patients at the hospital and it had been awhile since he had done it. He said it felt nice to be helping someone again. We walked passed infusion and he read a sign that said imaging.

“Oh imaging, that’s the same,” he said uncertainly.

“I don’t think they’re quite the same,” I said, hiding a smile. He turned us around. He had passed infusion. When we walked into the right place he said, “Is this the veterinary clinic?”

Haha! That was a good one. the nurses took me to my same chair. My steroids had already arrived from the pharmacy so they went right to work. Another nurse besides Christy started my IV. Neither of them hurt at all.

As I got settled in, the daughter of another patient was going to get coffee. I said I didn’t have enough coffee in my bloodstream yet and she asked if I’d like coffee. I hesitated, having limited my fluids like I did with Jayden, but then she said the magic word, Starbucks. I checked to make sure I had some cash and then asked for a pumpkin spice latte.

There was something oddly vacation like to reclining in a chair, dog at my feet, friendly conversation around me, sipping a pumpkin spice latte.

I don’t know how conversation turned to baseball but it was the best baseball talk I’ve had since I was in St. Pete. The man to my left told us that he retired for a senior baseball league here in Arizona about five years ago. He played center field. He had never gone out for baseball professionally because when he graduated high school in the seventies, he was only five foot six, one hundred twenty pounds. So he played soccer and joined this senior baseball league in his thirties. He said he played with several retired major leaguers. The rule for the senior league is that one must be retired from MLB for three years. I was just riveted, on the edge of my seat listening to his stories.

One story was about a game he was playing on a practice field in Phoenix years ago and minor league guys were on the field behind his playing winter ball. At one point he peaked through the hedge at the field behind his and there stood Michael Jordan!

I got around to talking about my St. Pete trip and when I told him I threw out a first pitch he exlaimed, “presidents do that!” He said he was going to tell all his friends he was at treatment with a girl who threw out a first pitch haha!

We got around to talking about writing and among his many jobs over the years he taught english composition. We laughed about the good old five paragraph essay since I credit all my writing experience to Mr. Heintz and the five paragraph essay we worked so hard for me to perfect so I could win a medal in the essay competition in Academic Decathlon. I placed fourth. fourth! No medal.

Anyway, when I told him I hope to publish he said don’t think about publishing, just write something every day, let it flow from the heart. He gave me his email addres so I can pick his brain about where he lives east of Tucson since I want to drop my fictional town out that way. He also wants a sample of my writing. I’m just trying to decide what to send. My first few chapters of the YA novel, one of my short stories I’ve published here?

Treatment was entirely too much fun, I gotta tell ya. The other patient who was there and sleeping through most of it was ninety-nine years ol! he perked right up when we talked baseball though.

Too much fun! I can’t wait to go back tomorrow haha! Two down, two to go. I feel fantastic today! I got home and decided I wanted clean sheets on the bed so I switched them out and decided I want to order another set of percale sheets. Those were the clean set and I just love the feel of them over my microfiber set. I can’t wait to go to bed tonight. The day isn’t over though, I’m going out for Pho for dinner! In fact I don’t have too much time before my friend gets here so I’m not going to edit, just post. Life is good!

Oh I almost forgot something cute I wanted to write down. While I was waiting for my ride home, I heard a mom and kid walking up towards the hospital, the kid saying something about an alligator. The mom said, “yes, we’ll ride the elevator.”then the kid made up an elevator song. How adorable is that? I then wondered if the little song would become a memory device for reminding the kid what the elevator is called. Not alligator haha. I love it!

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I don’t feel like entering a title thank you very much

I had thought I’d write today’s post from my steroid infusion treatment but I ended up just mindlessly playing on Twitter, talking to other patients, petting Jayden or reading. Today went well. I was dropped at the main entrance to the hospital and a volunteer took me to admitting where I was checked in by a very nice and acomodating I can’t spell that and don’t feel like looking it up woman. I’m just writing this howe ver it comes out. My body has energy from the steroids but my mind is still very foggy and tired.

The admitting lady took us to the infusion center where I met the nurse who’ll be taking care of me these days. Sh is very nice and fun. She got me hooked up to my steroids and was nearby if I needed anything. I got settled in to wait.

I feel pretty good as far as body aches go. Steroids make pain flee as if from a nasty storm. My shoulders are a little achey from wearing my heavy backpack and from sitting on a hard bench outside when I was done and waiting for paratransit. It was a lovely day outside so Jayden and I enjoyed the fresh air, listening to passing conversations, hearing people’s reactions to my dog, the kids are always the best. Doggy doggy! One said doggy! Oh a guide dog! Lots of smiles.

There was some delicous smelling food that met my nose on the breeze from time to time that awakened my steroids induced hunger.

Finally paratransit got there and it was a dirver I’ve had before so we chatted companionably on my way home. Poor guy, as I was bording he asked how I’ve been and I said, “well, you are picking me up from a hospital.” Usually I bite my tongue to those kinds of questions but it just popped out. There was a cringe in his voice and he said he hates when he does that. I assured him I was just there for outpatient treatment and that I hadn’t just gotten discharged from a lengthy stay.

When I got home I scheduled my rides for the rest of the week, fed my starving stomach, took a shower, fed Jayden and now B is home and I’m typing this.

My body could run sprints but my mind wants to curl up with a cup of tea and my book.

Tea? Yes I said tea. Sometimes that’s what I crave over coffee.

We just ate dinner so now I’ll post this and relax before tomorrow’s treatment. Tomorrow night I get to go out for Pho with my friend Robin! Yummmmmm.

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Can’t think of a title. Blame the cogfog.

Cranking out today’s post this afternoon since I already know I’m not going to make it into my den and computer and I don’t want o leave it for later when I stretch out in bed like I did last night.

I am hoping, hugely hoping, thatI sought neurological care in time and that Dr. V caught this MS relapse in time for steroid infusions this week to stop the progression. When I was first told of the new lesions and that I was in active relapse, I didn’t think I ws having any symptoms, no more than my usual fatigue anyway. Yesterday I noticed just how stiff and weak my left leg is and my right foot too. And today, dizzy spells galore. Is it psychosomatic? I suppose that’s always a possibility.

My iPad and bluetooth keyboard are working well enough for couch/bed days, thoug I feel much more limited than I am on my Mac. I wish I could buy a Macbook Air for couch days.

I’m going to see what I can learn about controlling iOS with my keyboard while I’m hooked up my steroid drips this week. I wonder if the infusion center will ahve wifi. My hotspot might come in handy.

I’ll write tomorrow from the infusion center if all goes as planned.

Oh wait, not done yet, welcome to the world, baby boy Longoria! He was born yesterday, unfortunately while Evan was in Japan on the Allstar tourHe watched the birth via Facetime. Technology is so cool! His fiance tweeted not long ago, thanking everyone for the well wishes for Nash. So I’m guessing they named the baby Nash. Nash Longoria? I like it!

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A post from the comfort of my bed

I don’t know where the day went. I slept like a log last night and yet I’ve been so tired today that I stayed on the couch with Jayden reading my book, half an ear on the Wildcats game, asking B about the rules of football.

I kept thinking about the post I’d need to write and I almost decided to throw in the towel on this year’s NaBloPoMo, but I’ve managed to post every day in November since 2008 so I decided I could post from the WordPress app while laying in bed later. It’s now later. Soon I’ll take Jayden out for the final reliving of the day, change into my nightclothes and roll over to cintune reading. So I’m cranking out a post rife with typos I can’t easily fix since I’m using my iPad. This works fiarly well for lounging in bed or the couch but man do I want a Macbook Air. A girl can dream right? I just can’t do the things I can on a Mac in iOS. I know they can be done I just haven’t learned. I should learn.

Maybe I’ll learn next week at staroid treatments since I’ll have hours to kill.

Ok, time to post and go back to zoning out. It has not been a good physical or mental day. Monday can’t come soon enough.

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“White Trash Zombie Apocalypse” by Diana Rowland – narrated by Allison McLemore

Hi School Zombie Apocalypse!! Two exclamation points, don’t forget the two exclamation points. I imagine this movie like a Sharknado with zombies. Hmmm, Zombnado?

Wait, is this a post about a movie?

Well it’s a movie in the book, yes. A zombie moving is being filmed in Angel Crawford’s home town and she can’t help but enjoy watching the fake zombies shamble around, that is until they are no longer fake zombies but real zombies after her. Oh yeah, and she has to take the GED test thanks to her probation and the stupid rain just won’t stop.

Turns out a lot of rain in Louisiana is a very bad thing.

There was a scene in this one that had me in tears and when I told Diana Rowland that on Twitter, she was very happy. Pssst, it’s us writer’s goal to make you cry.

There’s only one more WTZ book to review this year. I love these books! Hey, got any pudding?

Rating: So good!

“White Trash Zombie Apocalypse” at Audible

My schedule next week for my steroid treatments isn’t yet confirmed and that’s kind of bothering me. Dr. V’s MA said I’d hear from the hospital but I haven’t yet. I called the MA today and left a message just following up since it’s the end of the week tomorrow and I’m supposed to start treatment on Monday. I don’t know about you, but when I need treatment to calm my brain lesions down, I kinda want to know it’s scheduled good to go, you know?

I had a woman come today and clean my house. That was very very weird. When we moved in here I had to admit to myself that I didn’t have the energy to give it the good deep cleaning it needs. It was clean when we moved in obviously, and while I had hoped to just keep that up on my own, it wasn’t going to happen. It’s a very strange feeling to be chilling in your house while another person works hard to clean it. She’s sort of the family cleaning lady, having done my uncle’s house for years and Gamma’s house for the last few years of her life. Now she’s doing my house. Just need to get my dad on board to give up his cleaning haha!

I soaked in a nice freshly scrubbed bathtub this afternoon and the water melted away all my weird feelings. I need to spoil my body right now.

Now Playing: “Everybody Hurts” from “In Time: The Best Of R.E.M. 1988-2003” (R.E.M.)

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“Mr. Mercedes: A Novel” by Stephen King – narrated by Will Patton – A Health Update and Dark Mood Lifted

It pleases me that the book I’m up to on the list is a book I hated because I’m in a dark mood. I’ll go in to that in the life part of the post.

This book sucked. Or rather it sucked as a Stephen King book. It just wasn’t a Stephen King book. It was a Michael Connelly book with maybe some more violence and blood, but it was not a Stephen King book with some scary town like Derry or a clown or a haunted hotel or a Yellow Card Man.

It was a detective novel. A detective novel with no mystery at that. You know who the bad guy is because there are chapters written from his point of view. There was literally no mystery, not for the reader anyway. Connelly has written from the bad guy’s point of view before too but I don’t remember feeling like there wasn’t any mystery left for me.

This book started with so much promise! I remember being riveted from the first but then it just went on and on and on and was boring. If Will Patton hadn’t been the narrator, I don’t think I would have finished it. I returned it to Audible. That’s how much I didn’t like the book.

I had jotted a note for myself that read: Blatant, not subtle, foreshadowing that goes nowhere. Lexapro. I remember the foreshadowing bit, thinking that was my mystery but no. I don’t remember what it was that I thought was foreshadowing, just that it went nowhere. I don’t really remember the Lexapro part of my note to myself. Thinking back to the character that might have applied to, I’m guessing my thought had been that Lexapro wasn’t used correctly or something. I can’t remember.

I think the story had merit. I just wish he had published it under his old pseudonym so I didn’t go into it expecting a Stephen King novel.

Rating: Meh

“Mr. Mercedes” at Audible

Now for my dark mood. I shouldn’t say it’s dark as in depressed dark, just dark as in crap that thing I was worried about actually happened. usually when I worry myself to death over something, it never comes to pass. I shouldn’t even say I was worrying to death because I really don’t do that these days being on the aforementioned Lexapro.

I was worried about my MRI results though, and that worry turned out not to be for nothing. My new neuro was point blank in telling me I have four active lesions on my brain which means the MS is active and we need to act now. As he was talking I could feel my eyes getting wider and wider. Four active lesions? How did I not have any symptoms? How had I not lost the use of a limb? My hearing? My ability to breathe?

He said sometimes there are no symptoms. Since I’ve been home with time to think though, there have been symptoms, just small ones. My last two MS attacks were kind of huge, losing the vision in both eyes, so little symptoms like fatigue lasting for days, right foot cramping, joints hurting to touch, I just wrote off as getting older and having a chronic illness.

Four active brain lesions. He was able to see my old lesions from the MRI without contrast, the MRI with contrast lighting up the new ones. Unfortunately he doesn’t have my old MRI’s to compare to be able to tell how old these new lesions might be. That doesn’t really matter, the point is now.

I’m going to start IV steroids on Monday to “calm the brain down” as he put it. While I’m not looking forward to spending hours at the hospital and dealing with paratransit, yay steroids! Steroids kill all my pain! Yes, they suck too because they make you really hungry and give you hot flashes but no pain you guys! No pain!

Me and my silver linings.

I see Dr. V again next week and he’ll have the results of the blood test that got drawn today. I was so afraid he would push the old interferon injections on me like my last neuro but no! He said there are much better drugs now. The one we’re hoping I can take is a pill but I was tested for some virus that fifty percent of Americans have and if I have it, I can’t have the pill. I’ll find out more about this mystery virus but for now, I can’t remember what he called it.

If I can’t have the pill, the next one he would want me to do is a once monthly infusion of some drug. Again, I was in such shock from the MRI results I didn’t think to jot down the names of this stuff. I think from here on out I’ll be doing voice memos of my doctor appointments haha! I don’t think I’d mind even the once monthly infusion of a drug as long as it doesn’t kill my quality of life like the interferon injections did. And I wouldn’t have to give myself a shot every other day.

Ok so wow, my mood doesn’t feel so dark after writing that. I’m just really grateful I decided to get back under a neurologist’s care when I did and so grateful my Rays Twitter Family friend found me this neurology clinic all the way from florida. Thank you, Nurse K!

I do need to own the fact that I have neglected my health as far as the MS goes since 2008 because of my resentment at the MS itself and the doctors and the medications that didn’t keep me from going blind. My stubbornness is the reason for these four active lesions. I had no idea B was worried until I heard the relief in his voice when he asked what the next step was and I said treatment.

I won’t neglect the MS again. That’s my solemn vow.

I wonder what next week will be like. I’m looking at it as an adventure for Jayden and me. And no pain next week! Weeeee! Oh speaking of pain, I got a prescription for ibuprofin since I take so much of it it was breaking the bank haha!

Oh, please cross your fingers that my insurance will pay for the steroid infusions I need. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little worried about that.

Jayden was just barking in his sleep. I’m glad he’s good an relaxed. He was off at the neuro this morning and I think it was because he could feel my tension. I’ll make next week fun for him even if it’s not fun for me haha.

Oh, when B asked if there was anything he could do, I told him chocolate would be happy making. I expected a Hershey’s Bar or something. He got me a box of Whitman’s! Such a good boyfriend.

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“Even White Trash Zombies get the Blues” by Diana Rowland – narrated by Allison McLemore

I don’t know how I managed to space the White Trash Zombie books out once I started reading them. This is the kind of series that makes you want to keep reading when you know more books are out there. I’m going to be sad when Rowland wraps it up!

In the second installment of Angel Crawford’s newly zombified life, we go with her as she tries to figure out who’s hunting zombies and whether or not her boyfriend is involved in the zombie mafia. Angel is also trying to learn more about her kind and the more she learns, the more questions she has. Oh and there’s that little problem of her probation. Needing to eat brains is the least of her worries in WTZ #2.

I looooooooove these books like zombies love braaaaaaaains!

Rating: So good!

“Even White Trash Zombies get the Blues” at Audible

Tomorrow I see the neurologist and discuss the results of my MRI. There should also be the result of the blood test he ran checking foe Devick’s, though I know that will be negative since it was ruled out back in 2008. I’m a little bit nervous about this appointment tomorrow since who knows what is on my MRI and who knows what sort of treatment the neurologist will want to try.

I have noticed much improvement since I took his advice and take ibuprofin on a regular basis for pain. as long as I don’t give the pain a chance to set in, I’m in pretty good shape. I’ll just need to test that when the humidity is high. I’m going to ask for a prescription for ibuprofin since I’m spending an arm and a leg on it.
Wish me luck tomorrow!

Oh, my friend Chupa and I made a pact last week to get back into regular exercise. I’m pleased to report that starting off slowly for me has worked well and I have an increase in energy since I’m pacing myself well. My den here in this house is such a great workout room!

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“My Life as a White Trash Zombie” by Diana Rowland – narrated by Allison McLemore

Thank you thank you thank you Audible for daily deals that turn me on to books like this. I’m in love with the White Trash Zombie books! Oh yes, there are more than one. Yay!

Angel Crawford is a drug addicted self proclaimed white trash loser in Louisiana who wakes in the hospital after what she remembers as a terrible car accident to discover her body uninjured and a judgmental bitchy nurse telling her she overdosed. A couple cops tell her she was found naked on the side of the road. Why then, does Angel remember screaming metal and all that blood?

Turns out a terrific cure for drug addiction is zombification! the only downfall is one must eat brains.

This new and different twist to zombies is freaking awesome! The very human parts of Angel as she learns how to live life as a brain eater was often times gut wrenching and the addiction part of it all was spot on. It had me in tears a few times, just feeling for Angel as she faced the emotional demons all us addicts and alcoholics do when we can no longer numb out with substances and must face ourselves. This book was so much fun and I’ve listened to it again. The first reading of it had me laughing so hard in bed at times I asked B if he had heard me in the other room. Allison McLemore is freaking fantastic and really brings Angel to life, dropping jokes and one liners with a sweet southern drawl. I recommend this book to anyone! I do warn you, some of the scenes are a bit stomach turning as Angel is learning how to consume the brains she needs to live. Live? Stay alive? Keep her body going? Not rot? Super zombie powers, activate!

Rating: Marriage Material

‘White Trash Zombie’ at Audible

It’s fitting I was up to this book on the list today since I once chatted with the author, Diana Rowland, on Twitter about how we find an MRI relaxing and even have slept in the machines. I had an MRI today. Just a routine one, not one under the duress of f severe flairs. I’m establishing care with a new neurologist and he wants a baseline and to see what my brain looks like. I wonder if my brain is baseball shaped.

It was awesome, they let me pick Josh Groban radio to listen to on the headphones in the MRI machine. Unfortunately it was a Pandora like station so there were artists other than Josh Groban too but they were all relaxing.

I find the MRI comforting. The bangs and vibrations are meditative. I used to think I was just really weird until Diana Rowland tweeted one day about sleeping in the MRI machine. Kindred spirits!

She’s awesome! There are two more White Trash Zombie books in the future. I’ve read the four that are out. Hehehe had my braaaaaaaaain looked at today bwah ha ha!

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“We Were Liars” by E. Lockhart – narrated by Ariadne Myers – Fun, Frustration, Javelina

I can’t remember why I got this book, if it had been a daily deal or one that was discussed often on Twitter. Maybe both. The great thing about collecting authors on Twitter is I get a lot of good book suggestions. I sometimes jot notes to myself about books as I’m reading them, though I don’t do it as often as would come in handy with how behind i get on book posts. On my list, I had just written, “raw emotion” next to this title. That was so not helpful! The only thing I could distinctly remember about this book was that I had the twist figured out really early on and was disappointed. So why had I written raw emotion? Had I lay sobbing as I listened to this book? I just could not remember. I quested out to the me of late May but nothing was jogging my memory. I downloaded the book last night and listened to the last chapter.

Ok…yes, I remember that…uh huh, right, yes. I don’t remember sobbing or anything oh wait listen to the narrator’s voice begin to shake with the emotion of the character oh yes, oh oh no, yes I remember that raw emotion and suddenly I could recall laying curled in my bed back at the apartment, body wracking with sobs, and I wished I hadn’t had to remember.

Honestly, if I had read this book in print, I’m not sure it would have gotten me like it did. The narrator though, either it got her or she’s just a really good actress. That’s all I’ll say about this book. Even the publisher’s summary reads that if someone asks about the ending, llie. I added E. Lockhart to my collection on Twitter and she’s a fun follow. Someone tweeted her that they think of Professor Lockhart from Harry Potter when they see her name and she joked that the family doesn’t acknowledge him.

I didn’t even give ‘We Were Liars’ a rating on my book list, just raw emotion. I suppose that gets a so good rating.

‘We were Liars’ at Audible

I had a day that started fun and ended with frustration and fatigue. I had an appointment to get my hair cut this morning and I always enjoy trips to the salon. That tends to be where I do my socializing. Jayden loves the cousin of my hair stylist. The two shair a studio together. There’s always fun talk in there and lots of laughter. I’d had plans for the afternoon to get together with a friend for a smoothie but she forgot she had a doctor appointment and that was probably a good thing because after I had my lunch I got hit with a wave of mind numbing fatigue. I just collapsed on the couch for awhile after trying to find Jayden’s wobbler and failing. He had pushed it halfway under the couch the crazy dog. I found it later when I asked him to show me and he went right back to the end of the couch he had taken me to an hour before and pointed. I got down on my back and reached under the couch and just was able to grab the Wobbler. How he wedged it under there I’ll never know but I was proud of him for the way he showed me where it was.

The frustrating part of the day was finding out the blind center got its funding cut for independent living classes for people under the age of fifty-five. I won’t rant here because I did that on Twitter and Facebook. Good came out of that because an old friend who now works at voc rehab told me to call her at the office on Monday. So there’s hope. I just want to learn my block sO JAy and I can go for walks. Crap when was caps lock turned on? Oh I am soooo not going letter by letter. Sorry if I yelled for part of this post. I’m freaking tired haha. Blah.

Ok stupid freaking javelina! A friend of ours got attacked by them tonight. I am so grateful we have a wall now! Damned useless pig rodent monsters!

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I Chose to Keep Scully

Hi everyone!

{silence}

hello?

{crickets}

*Sigh*

Hello? (hello…hello…hello…)

Well, it looks like I’ve lost all my readers again. Serves me write for being a terrible blog poster. I haven’t even finished writing about my St. Pete trip. In my defense though, this summer hasn’t exactly been the smoothest as far as my health goes. You know what though? That’s not a great excuse for not writing, especially since right now I’m writing this post to force myself to stay put and not move my tortured body for a little while. Luckily my forearms don’t hurt. That’s when it’s really tough to write. My friend Liz inspired me to post an update, so that I shall do.

I’m forcing myself to rest my body because for the last month I have been purging and packing the apartment. B and I are moving into a rental house tomorrow. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya! Tomorrow! Multiple musical notes emoji. That’s what I hear when the um, emoji that I assume has multiple musical notes is tweeted, mostly by Josh Groban. Ro, stay on point man.

Anyway, so I have been furiously working on the apartment getting it ready to move. The stuff in it, not the actual apartment. I’m learning how to become a minimalist, which is basically just, don’t keep every freaking little thing you ever owned in your entire life. Objects don’t have feelings. It is ok to throw them out. I um, Googled, “how to become a minimalist,” that’s how I know my teddy bear didn’t cry when I put him, it, in the garbage bag. That teddy bear is the only thing I regret throwing away. Out of the loads and loads of stuff I threw out or donated, I’d say that’s a win for me. It also really helps that anything that had no texture that brought back a good memory was thrown out. That means all papers and pictures, gone. Poof. I found a lot of great things I had forgotten I had and most of the things I kept filled one big Rubbermaid container and were trinkets from childhood and my teen years, like my Mulder and Scully Barbie dolls. I kept Scully but not Mulder. *Gasp* Oh hush, they weren’t in their box and the Scully doll looks cooler. What? Oh you thought the title was in reference to Vin Scully? No, this post has nothing to do with baseball for once.

OMG did you know cigarette smoke never goes away? I am so glad I quit smoking. I found a robe I love and even after washing it, I still smelled stale smoke. Yuck!

B is coming home in about forty-five minutes to take me to the house so I can check it out. It will be my first time there. I agreed to this house without ever stepping foot inside it. B looked at it from the outside twice and last night was his first time inside the house. We were on the phone as he did a walk through. I’m super excited! I am going to have my girl cave/writing studio/workout room/guest room! I can’t wait! I don’t know which of the two spare rooms it will be yet, either the green room or the purple one. (The owner of the house raised kids there. We’re the first renters.) I’ll pick the room today. I can’t wait! Oh, and the thing that sparked the move, washer and dryer. Inside. No more lugging laundry out in the heat!

I’ve set up some pretty major writing goals for myself after I get settled into my office girl cave quiet room. perhaps this is the first of many things I’ll be writing in the next couple of years. Here’s hoping!

Ok, must get dressed in leave-the-house clothes. Finally get to check out the house I’ve been dreaming of for a month! Jayden will have a yard with a wall. No javelina! Oh man I can’t wait! Now to make it until tomorrow night when I’m hoping to have showered off the day’s grime and be settling in to relax. We have movers thank goodness. I have movers coming from the University of Arizona through a company called Bellhops. They are an affordable moving company who sends college students to come do the heavy lifting for you. We’re just about all packed up and ready to go. Squee!

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