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Tucson day tomorrow, then a three day weekend. Srsly, can’t come soon enough. I’ve been playing catch up from having so much time off work, it’s been a lot harder than I thought it would be. Plus, I’m still not totally operating at 100% quite yet. I get extremely tired by about 5:00, so much so that I get home from work, sit on the couch and literally lean over and nap for like an hour. I’m still sore, but improving slowly but surely. I am feeling turbo fat though, so I am anxiously awaiting my doctor’s thumbs up for working out. My clothes still fit okay, I just hate being so sedentary. I go for walks but even that’s getting tiring since it’s so hot out. Soon! I have to remember it hasn’t even been two weeks yet. I have been thinking about starting CrossFit when doc clears me, and the guy looking at my car today just happened to be a CrossFit coach. I’m pretty sure it was a sign from the universe. Especially because his name was Tupac.

Oh, and this Memorial day (appropriately enough) is the 20 year anniversary of my father’s death. It’s really strange thinking that it was that long ago. My mom was my age, and with a 9 year old and a 10 month old baby. I can’t even wrap my brain around what that must have been like. I mean, I was a wreck after losing my ex husband. It hurts my heart even thinking about what it must be like losing a husband that you are happily married to. It was no picnic losing a dad, but I have to imagine what she went through was so much worse. I am thankful for how strong my mom was through it all, and how wonderful and supportive our family was. Plus, all those hardships led us to having my step dad in our life, and I can’t imagine not having him around. Silver linings, right?

On a lighter note, I have so much to look forward to this weekend! Phoenix Comicon, picking peaches at Agritopia, a wedding… PLUS a three day weekend. Expect lots of interesting photos.


I did a lot of swearing under my breath today. Traffic? Check. Cancelled appointment? Check. Annoying telemarketer call? CHECK@#$@#%@@!!!

Really all this wouldn’t normally bother me but I’m still sore, I’m weening myself of my pain killers (aka sweet relief) and I really could have used an extra day in bed. I’m hoping I can snap out of it, because being in a bad mood doesn’t suit me. I get frown lines.

My post-op appointment with Dr. Hotness was today, and all checked out with flying colors. Swelling and bruising is minimal, and all is looking great. This guy really is an artist. I mean, I really wouldn’t want to have to go through this again, but it’s kind of a blessing in disguise. He was able to go in an fix the asymmetry that had been bugging me since the beginning so at least there’s that. I’m SO thankful to be coming out of this with a beautiful rack, and dare I say, even more beautiful than when I started.

I’m glad the surgery is behind me, and all is looking good. I just want to get back to feeling normal. I know that’s a loaded word, but I want to feel normal for ME. My smiley, goofy, optimistic self. With everything that’s been going on it’s been a concerted effort to get out of bed every day, and that just doesn’t feel right. I’m not used to that at all. I guess it’s still early to expect myself to spring out of bed with a smile, but that’s what I’m waiting trying for. I hope it doesn’t take too long.