vacation from my vacation

So, I'm all back from Colorado and whatnot. But I guess because I didn't die on the multiple planes, that means that I should have a medical emergency.

I'm in the hospital with appendicitis.

And I haven't eaten in something like 20 hours.

And the nurse is mad at me because I didn't remember the last time I pooped. (Apparantly you're supposed to write it down IN CASE of any abdominal pain)

And my roommate has a large family that are all visiting at the same time and babbling LOUDLY in Spanish.

And I NEED a fucking cigarette. BAD. I may kill a few nurses soon.

I'm Baaaack!!

You didn't miss me at all did you??

I'll give you a real post later.. I just wanted to say I missed my blog and my bloggy friends so much!!

Might as Well Face it I’m Addicted to Blog

Bean started telling me last week that I was getting addicted to blogging, and I’m sorry to say that he may be right..

So being the anal person that I am, I made a checklist.

You might be addicted to blogging if:

You try to call people by their blog pseudonyms.

You cannot go to the bathroom without your phone because someone might comment while you’re gone.

You keep a notebook handy at all times in case someone supplies you with blog fodder.

You read your comments during sex.*

Your in-laws, who are remarkably unobservant know there’s something up having to do with a blog.

Your husband makes statements like “do NOT blog about this”.


*I have not actually done this one, and I’m pretty sure that Bean would draw the line there, or at least I hope he would.

Serious Sunday - Independance Day

I'm not a huge patriotic person, and as I said earlier, I'm not really the fireworks-watching-flag-waving type (though I think Bean means to change that)..

But I am happy to be an American. And I am proud to married to a veteran. And I do think that celebrating our independance is important, whether it's with fireworks or reflectively.

I know there are a shit-ton of people who hate Americans, and that's ok, we're not always very likable.

I'm just really glad that I live somewhere that it's ok for me to hate my President (and I'm not saying that I do or don't - just that I could) and say something about it. I'm happy that I can bitch and be bitched at about religion. And I'm fucking thrilled that I get a vote in who leads my country and that it's not illegal for me to choose to exercise that right.

I love being an American.

Happy Independance Day.

Happy Birthday, Cara!!

I've never been really huge on July 4th, it was my dad's birthday, and as I've said before, he was kind of a jackass.

We never really did anything for it, and I guess that's just my habit now..

But -

Today is also my friend Cara's birthday. She's amazing and is going to be a new mommy in October.

So happy birthday, Cara!!

Fawk You Friday from Switzerland

No, I'm not really in Switzerland, I'm in Colorado.. It's a long story..

I keep on reading how everyone's offended by "Fawk You Friday", which of course made me want to participate only I can't really, because I'm pretty sure Bean would be upset if I blew off his parents in favor of blogging. But here's the link for all of you who wanted it, and I promise I will be reading as much as I can get away with and next week I will be joining in for real!!

Who do you want to say "Fawk You!!" to this week??

Happy Friday!!

Flying and Dying and a Severe Lack of Valium

So about that trip this weekend.. I’m excited, except that I hate flying, and I forgot to get a prescription for Valium from my doctor. And that would all be okay, except that Bean hates flying too.

I’m really nervous, because this could be a defining moment in our marriage.

See, there have been an assload of times when I was terrified of something, like any time we’ve ever driven over a bridge or when we drove to Colorado.
But every time I’ve been terrified, Bean wasn’t, because he’s all strong & stoic and stuff. So he was able to comfort me, and calm me down, and tell me that we weren’t going to die.

This time, he’s going to be uncomfortable too. I’m sure he’ll still be outwardly stoic, but will he be able to calm my crazy ass down??

Will he be able to tell me that we’re not going to die when he really thinks that we are going to die??

What the hell is my reaction going to be if he does tell me the truth - that we’re going to die??



P.S. - I've left all of my passwords where Miley can find them, so if when I die on the plane, she can post my eulogy.