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by Nada
Rated: 18+ · Book · Biographical · #1164809
Nadanother blog...sheesh, I guess I DO blog. Completed.
I've had a rich past, yet am making a new one with plenty of life's experiences to draw from! I invite you to come along and see what trouble I get into. I'll blog about my life, present, past... whatever comes to mind at the time. I'll try not to be too serious most of the time, heck we get enough of that just living.




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Happy New Year!



For the mirroring blog series we do on Saturdays:
I Second That Emotion  [18+]
A place to house the "mirror blog" series. There are 28 entries in two folders.
by Nada

and
I Second That Emotion  [18+]
A place to house the mirror blogs with Nada, using songs starting 1958
by Scarlett


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August 24, 2008 at 3:40pm
August 24, 2008 at 3:40pm
#603521
As I wade through the mound of things I kept from my past I keep bumping into memories I had forgotten about.

I told someone yesterday that I had kept much of these photos and writings because I thought they would be fun for me to go through some day, when I was sitting on my (metaphorical) rocking chair reviewing parts of my life. As I typed those words I came to realize I'm doing it now, just in a public way. How weird is that?

Every week since early April, when Scarlett and I started this series, I've spent at least a few hours a week just sorting through the boxes of my newspaper clippings and papers. What I have come to understand about my past is that it was a learning curve, not always pleasant to relive, but in some ways necessary.

Do I think the same way as I did in my twenties? I'm glad to say not in all areas. I've sometimes led an irreverent life, shaped by times and life circumstances. Did I lose faith in myself? Sometimes, how could I not when such life altering decisions smacked me upside my head? Was every decision I made a good one? No, most emphatically no. Did I know it at the time? I'm not so sure on that answer. It's very easy to look backwards and have "ah-hah" moments of clarity, but when you are in the midst of living those moments, life has a way of mucking up clarity. Of course that is assuming I would have recognized it.

I do know one thing about me was pretty steady though, I tended to not wallow in my mistakes too long. It was important to me to keep moving in a forward direction and not be sucked back into self pity. Heck yes, I feel that way sometimes, and I know I did then too. I can remember nights I was completely alone and at a loss what to do. But I knew I was not "alone". I prayed. I made "deals" with God. I broke those deals too. I'm human.

Each time I was beaten down by life it only made me want to do better, to try harder to find the right road. The road to some peace internally. It's not easy to find forgiveness in yourself, yet I knew it was entirely necessary that I forgive myself for my mistakes, and forgive others for theirs. Does that mean I have to forget them? No. You can't forget these moments, but you can learn to move forward using them.

I really hope that for my part of the series people can see my growth, where I came from, how I got from point A to B with the least amount of hurt to others. That's not to say I was successful all the time, I suffer no illusions about that.

This examination, or telling of my "story" has not been easy. I agonize over what photos to show, what "life events" to mention, but in the end I just have to go with the ones I feel were stepping stones to the me you know now. Yes, there are things I have omitted, but not for trying to hide them from my readers, or myself, but because constraining my life into twelve month increments that read well is not an easy feat. Wounds I thought I had moved beyond were sometimes just on the surface and were opened as easily as removing the scab. But, as painful as some were I am glad I addressed them now, rather than letting them go on without healing completely.

I suppose one of the greatest things about doing this publicly has been to find out how kind and forgiving you, the readers, are. No matter how uncomfortable I have been about exposing myself here, each one of you has been encouraging, and at the very least accepting of my failings, therefore of me. Not one person has wagged a finger, or said anything unkind about my choices. That alone has reduced me to tears sometimes. I may not be good at telling you individually how much I appreciate your support, but I do. Without it there is no way I could have continued on spelling out my life's road. And yes, I know it is not over.

The series will continue on for a few more years (weeks)...but then, it will be time for me to work on it privately, expanding getting it into a marketable shape. Once I have finished the series with Scarlett, I will make the series private while I work on it. So if there are any you want to catch up on, fair warning; do it before the end of September.
*Laugh*
August 23, 2008 at 6:47pm
August 23, 2008 at 6:47pm
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"The Dancing Queen”

Sung by

Abba-1977


Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUObsGna8GA&feature=related

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August 20, 2008 at 9:37pm
August 20, 2008 at 9:37pm
#603000
There are some touchy situations on the site. Fortunately most of us can laugh at them, but something came up, so I thought I'd do a "think out loud" here.

Today I was going down the "ask for review" type page on here and did a couple of reviews. When I enjoy something I read and it is well written I usually send some GP's. I don't think they are expected, but if I have some why not? Well then...when (and I do mean when as some don't thank you for the review) the person writes you back to thank you for reviewing them they send you some GP's for reviewing...what do you do? Especially if it is the same amount you sent them in the first place. It's awkward.

This just happened to me, fortunately it was someone I know well, and I sent him an email jokingly saying, "We trading Gp's or what?" He wrote back that he automatically sends that amount when someone reviews him...and asked my advice.

Whoa....well, my advice is if the person reviews you and sends you GP's be aware that often the reviewer already got some GP's from the site. But, I think I would have to say that if someone sends you GP's as a way to reward you for something they reviewed, just say thank you and forget it, or...instead of GP's review something back.

It's silly to think we all could be trading the same 200 (pick a number) GP's back and forth all day. I don't really care, but since it came up...I figure I'd think it over in here. Maybe someone else will have a better solution, feel free to chime in.

At any rate, hope you all do some reviewing this week too...Gp's or not.

August 18, 2008 at 7:47pm
August 18, 2008 at 7:47pm
#602608
This past weekend dang near killed my brain. Between writing a ton of pages, rewriting, editing, watching the Olympics and doing the blog reading and commenting...I’m close to the edge.

So, you might ask what I am doing writing a blog? I have just about run out of space in my blog. I probably can squeeze a few more in, but with the past 20 Saturdays (and one Sunday) blog series’ entries, I’ve come precariously close to having my blog just shut down. The last thing I want to do is have the door slammed on this blog until I am ready. Soooooo, I’m going to go back and do something I have never done before; delete some entries. I decided that the ones I would delete would not be integral to the integrity (cough-cough) of this second book of blogs. Why is that? Because I am going to cut out the last 18 entries from the Saturday series. I left in links to the new location and that way the comments are preserved, for now.

To me it isn’t a problem because I have all of them in my portfolio as stand alone pieces. I have links to both mine and Scarlett ’s folder with them. So, it should allow me to free up enough space to continue. It’s either that or shut the door to this blog, and I don’t think I should until I have completed the series.

As for what I have been up to since I don’t get much of an opportunity to tell you all what’s going on NOW, here’s a synopsis:

1. On the 13th Scott became a grandfather (Ashley and Ryan’s baby), a healthy 8 lb. 15 oz girl named Isla Moon. Both are healthy.

2. Lance and I have made our plane reservations to go to LONDON on Sept. 12. I wanted this as a way to celebrate my 60th. So yes, Murphy-willing I will get to meet some WDC friends across the pond. *Bigsmile* Going to see my “mates”. WAHOOOOOO!

3. Before London I’m going to meet up with my junior high and high school friends from Albuquerque. It turns out Kathy has kept in touch with the “posse” and there will be 4-5 of us meeting at a hotel at Disneyland. Here is Kathy and I in ’64:
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Just wait for the shot of us together now, lol.

4. My father’s wife, Jean, has been in the hospital since Friday. It was a combination of coughing up blood and rapid heart beat. They have gotten the heart rate back down, now just trying to get the coughing under control Hopefully to be coming home this week.

5. I’ve been really working hard on my book, doing the research and making some contacts.

Besides that I was talked into keeping my shop open, at least through the holidays. That meant having to pick out new merchandise, and stock it again. Now all is in place until Nov. when I will need to add to it for the holidays. This year I’ll be focusing in on less expensive items, as I know everyone has to stretch their dollars, if they have any left for the holidays.

Maybe the election etc. will make a difference, I just don’t think so in time for this year, but I have faith.

A special thank you to PlannerDan for his lovely entry today, he says things so well! I also want to thank those of you who had the patience to read so many pages of my two-part entry this weekend. It makes the writing worth the effort and encourages me to continue. *Heart*
August 17, 2008 at 5:18pm
August 17, 2008 at 5:18pm
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"Take It To The Limit”

1976

Sung by
The Eagles


Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhCzXdluv2U

Part Two


On May 23, 1976, the news broke a scandalous story: For nearly two years, Rep. Wayne L. Hays (D-Ohio), powerful chairman of the House Administration Committee, has kept a woman on his staff who says she is paid $14,000 a year in public money to serve as his mistress. "I can't type, I can't file, I can't even answer the phone," says Elizabeth Ray, 27, who began working for Hays in April 1974 as a clerk. Since then, Ray says she has not been asked to do any Congress-related work and appears at her Capitol Hill office once or twice a week for a few hours. Her “office” was next to that of Rep. Bella Abzug.

The phone at C.A.T. rang.

“This is Buffy, how may I direct your call?”

“Is this the right number for the...ummm, organization that helps hookers?”

I laughed. “Yes, in a manner of speaking. What can we do for you?”

“My name is Carol Conners, I’m a songwriter. I wrote the lyrics for the film, “Rocky” among others.”

“Oh yes, I was at the awards this year. Great song!”

“Thank you. I understand you are going to Washington D.C. soon for a convention. I have a proposition for you, one that could make you a lot of money.”

“I’m all ears.” Hard to imagine why she was calling, but I was about to hear.

“You know about Elizabeth Ray...the mistress of Congressman Hays?” She said in a lowered voice.

“Sure, who doesn’t by now?”

“Well, I have it on good word she has a decent singing voice...even if she can’t type... “ she laughed. “I’ve written a song for her. It’s called ‘Anything Goes On the Hill’. I recorded a cassette of it and am proposing you take it to Washington, and if you can get her to listen to it and agree to sing it, I’m prepared to give you 10% of all proceeds when she records it.”

We took the deal, just as we would take the cassette to Washington with us. How difficult could it be to get Ms. Ray to listen to the tape? She probably needed the money by now; even if the sheer flattery that a song had been written for her hadn’t occurred to her.

There was no doubt we were excited and thrilled to be going. We printed our C.A.T. T-shirts, boxed them up, packed our suitcases and took off for Washington D.C. . On June 20th the two of us young, smart, attractive and politically naive, were off and running headlong into the biggest adventure of our lives.

It is of some note, that in order to incorporate The Feminist Party Convention, The National Organization for Women, and the National Democratic Council (among others) to come up with a Hooker’s Lobby, C.O.Y.O.T.E. was holding a co-convention at the Sheraton-Park Hotel on June 21. It was to address the issues of prostitution, rape, family-violence, as well as the economic exploitation of women.

We (as a group) were also hosting a Congressional Reception on June 21, from 5:30 to midnight. (A no-hostess bar.) It would be held at The Wellington Hotel in Georgetown. We would also be showing a documentary video production of the organizing and de-criminalizing efforts in the United States and Europe. Speakers would include Florynce Kennedy, Margo St. James and myself.

Congresswoman Bella Abzug wrote us back (on official Congress of the United States stationary) to wish us the best, letting us know she could not see us at the cocktail party due to her commitments running for Senate in New York. Would we consider coming to New York during the Democratic Convention?

The night of the cocktail reception Lois and I mingled with the guests, of whom most turned out to be press, though not all. I found myself having a lively chat with a very attractive, charming aide (Steve Hammond) to the Senator (Robert Tunney) from California.

This is me and Margo St. James at the party, as written about the next day in the Philadelphia Inquirer.
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I was assigned a meeting room upstairs from the main party to give my talk, so I left ...with nearly all of the press following me, much to the dismay of Margo. My speaking kept the press mesmerized in the room for, over an hour. Margo had maybe three reporters to the thirty or so in my room. I was a thorn in her side, as one reporter rubbed in when he wrote in his newspaper; “I was interviewing Margo St. James. She was interesting but not as interesting as Buffy Wilson ...” This was her dog and pony show, but the youngsters from Hollywood had, quite literally by accident, stolen the show with their freshness.

The following morning I found a letter in my mailbox at the hotel from Steve H. (the aide), asking me to call him for a promised dinner date, and letting me know he’s seen my movie and my part got, “3 stars” from him.

I did call Steve, and we had a wonderful time together. He was so different than men I had known. Raised in the South and son of wealthy parents, Steve was Ivy League, very preppy, tall, with classically good looking features and well-mannered with a natural ease I appreciated. He was a true southern gentleman, in every sense of the word.

He lived in a great big leased house in Georgetown, and invited us to stay there, using it as our home base. His roommates had gone home for the summer but he stayed on. The price, and location fit our budget perfectly, so I did take him up on his gracious and generous offer. I must confess... I was completely totally infatuated with him and looked forward to spending time with him.

The convention included the First International Hooker’s Film Festival in Georgetown, with my film kicking off the various groups of women’s films. The film festival would run for three days. My assigned job was to take care of the desk in the lobby, checking off the names of the people (press) who had paid to see various films showing on each day. Of course it was also ideal to autograph items, answer questions and sell additional T-shirts.
Manning the lobby of the theater.
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The next day’s Washington Post article and photo showing me there.
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The entire convention had been a resounding success, so much so we decided to stay in town longer, over the Bicentennial weekend. Steve had a friend with a boat, and we all would spend the evening partying on the Potomac River watching our nations fireworks celebration of the Bicentennial. It was an unforgettable night.

C.O.Y.O.T.E. was busy organizing a “Loiter-In”, responsible solely due to the fact the New York legislature had just passed a law “prohibiting loitering for the purpose of prostitution”. It was passed just before the convention expressly to keep “working girls” off the street. That enraged Margo, so she mobilized all of us into action. The plan was to have “straight” women meet, and be dispatched to various points around the convention, with no apparent reason for being there, to see if the “law” was discriminatory. The police did not arrest any women.

The decision to attend the 1976 Democratic National Convention in New York was made, and we were on our way via train to New York City on July 15th, invited to stay at the Manhattan apartment of Florynce Kennedy (who coincidentally happened to live in an apartment first occupied by singer Billie Holiday). That night Lois, Flo and I began making signs to be carried in the march in protest of many things N.O.W. and other women’s groups perceived as injustices towards women.

This photo of me (right) and Lois (left) would be published in an article that appeared in Ms. Magazine in 1976.
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That night I stood in Billie Holiday’s, now Flo’s, kitchen cooking us a Southern dinner of pork chops with gravy. I remember Flo being impressed that I knew how to make country gravy. We were going to need strength for the march the next morning.

In the morning a call came into Flo’s home just as we were about to leave, it was for me. It seems word about the “not so kind” things I had said about Mr. Conforte’s brothel had gotten back to him and he was livid. The message to me, passed along by the film producer, was; “Shut your f****** mouth, or else!” I assured Rob I would be careful, but Flo, being an attorney, refused to let me walk in the march, instead riding in her car. She felt it was a “safety” issue and was taking no chances with our lives.

I, on the other hand, was infuriated by the thought this man would reach out and threaten me, through someone else, from thousands of miles away. He did not know me enough to realize the distance between us ( both since I left the brothel years ago, and the miles) meant I would refuse to be silenced by his threats. I had absolutely no intention of shutting my mouth to satisfy his warped ego. I had a job to do and his threats would never stop me from stating an opinion based on my experiences working there.

Each night in New York, we were invited to several parties. The convention was in progress and parties were a part of it. Studio 54 was in full swing, and we stood in the line outside with Margo and her friend, Lily Tomlin. We did not go inside when they did... because we did not have the money to gain entrance with them. We did make it into a photo People™ Magazine took outside of the line though.

One night we went up to a hotel room where we were informed a great party was going on. We knocked, and upon entering saw a group of young people. I took a seat next to a cute young man, who introduced himself as David Kennedy. Yes, it was the David Kennedy. I caught my breath, then realized he was ...not exactly sober. Also there was his best friend, Chris Lawford, who in turn introduced us to a very strange man, writer Dr. Hunter Thompson. Chris left shortly afterwards.

At one point Hunter took a cassette tape and put it into a player he then shoved inside of a metal trashcan held by David. The sounds emanating and echoing were absolutely sickening; screams and grunts. Hunter said they were sounds of people being prodded with a cattle prod inside of a mental institution. The sound of it seemed to make David sick to his stomach (or maybe it was drugs he was ingesting) but he ran into the bathroom just in time. Lois and I were both questioning how we had ended up with this group. When David came back he continued to flirt me, and invited me to Hyannis Port to meet his family. I chalked it up to him being “high”. Somehow, I seriously doubted that any of the Kennedy’s would have welcomed me with opened arms. We left shortly afterwards, amazed at what was happening there, and not wanting to be anywhere in sight if they were to get busted.

We left NY after the convention and headed for Washington D.C., once again taking the train. The film was opening in the D.C. theaters beginning the next night. I was slated to appear beforehand to sign autographs, and afterwards there would be a question and answer period from the audience.

As the taxi drove up to the theater I froze. When I looked out of the window, the entire side of the theater had been covered with a poster advertising the film, a poster I had no prior knowledge of. It was depicting my eyes, blown up to the size of a building! It was the most surreal moment so far. While I was in the lobby awaiting my talk at the film’s end, a brown Fiat pulls up and Chris Lawford hops out, comes to me and whispers something into my ear, then turns and leaves! It was reported the following day in the Washington Post gossip column, called The Ear. I have always wondered who reported that to the newspaper. In fact, I would make the gossip columns three times during my D.C. days.

The newspaper clipping of the poster advertising the film and my appearance:
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I was also busy doing media, television and radio shows in conjunction with my film. I went to Philadelphia because they were running the film at their annual, “Philadelphia Philmfest”. One tv show I taped, “The Joel Spivak Show”, happen to close with the announcement of the following week’s guests. Incredibly Elizabeth Ray was slated. I looked at Lois and she back at me and we knew exactly where we would be the following week. I called the organizer of the film and asked if we could stay overnight with his family to be at the television studio early enough for the show.

Incredibly, the television shows I was doing in Washington had all booked Elizabeth Ray too, so it became our “mission” to try and get the tape of the song Carol had written to her. We carried a cassette player with us and sang it for the press, we approached her in the ladies rooms begging her to listen, were present at her television appearances, until finally she got so paranoid about the two young women who seemed to follow her everywhere, we were forced to give up on the idea. She threatened not to appear on one show after she saw us there, yet again, and locked herself inside of the dressing room until we left.

It had been ten weeks since we left LA, Lois and I had to get back home. We still had big dreams to fulfill there.

Footnotes
1  Written permission for © photo was granted by Jo Freeman and is available upon request.

August 16, 2008 at 3:59pm
August 16, 2008 at 3:59pm
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"Take It To The Limit”

1976

Sung by
The Eagles


Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhCzXdluv2U

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August 12, 2008 at 9:34pm
August 12, 2008 at 9:34pm
#601600
I thought perhaps there was one corner of the world where children were not exploited, but I guess not.

This morning when I heard about the child who "sang" in the opening ceremony was lip-syncing, I did a "huh"? Then it was explained that the child who had been chosen to sing had...gasp....buck teeth and was not pleasing to the eye, so they found a more "beautiful" little girl to mouth the words.

I'm upset. To me it taints the entire point of the Olympics; letting the best do what they do best. If it is singing, let the young girl sing. Is there such a thing as an ugly child? I don't think so. The Chinese government, in their zeal to put on a good face for the world has just proven to the world they are a hypocritical, shell.

At the Opening ceremony I was captivated by the incredible beauty and precision. I was also aware of the vast amount of people it took to execute such spectacles. I heard the people who participated had to be reminded to smile. It made me wonder, were all of the people really that thrilled to have to do this, or were they too subjected to punishments if they did not?

As I watched the drummers, 2,008 of them, I understood it was more for the Chinese people than for us. Oh sure, it was a spectacle of great magnitude, and beauty, yet was that bit of fear was I feeling? I admit to it. The drums began to echo in my heart...almost a warriors chant being pounded out with a smile. Fake smiles, real drumbeats.

Fake smile, real child...somewhere feeling ashamed, probably heartbroken because of something as superficial as her teeth. They did not trust the music a young child could make from her soul would be more beautiful than just "a pretty face". Tsk-tsk.



August 10, 2008 at 3:30pm
August 10, 2008 at 3:30pm
#601211
I kinda thought I would feel different today, because it is not just any old day, it is my big SIX-O...birthday! Thanks to those of you who wished me well, sent cards and MB's. I love them!

I just got off the phone with the friend I introduced yesterday in the series, Lois. She asked me how 60 feels...my answer? "Like yesterday felt. Good to be here." *Laugh* We were discussing our lives...we have known each other since 1975, and you all will get to know her a little too. Anyway, we were talking about the fact I'm writing 1976's adventures for next week's series and she told me her chapter she is doing on 1976 is....55 pages long! So, for those of you who think it is easy for me to condense a whole year into maybe six or so pages for the blog...it's not that easy. If I do say so myself, 1976 was a momentous year, so I'm trying to hit the highlights of it, but now I know for sure how daunting it is.

So Lois and I were joking and laughing, as we usually do, and she said I should make sure to tell you I have always been her source for laughter. (That's such a sweet thing to say.) She and I know each other so well, we have had so many shared experiences and we can always laugh at them and ourselves. I told her, "Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you under the bus." Then I added, "YET!" I have audio tapes of the two of us back in 1976...well, I won't reveal any more here...but *Laugh*. Hmmm, I need to find the cassette player soon!

I've already begun working on next week's installment. I really appreciate all of your comments and loyalty. You must know when this gets into the book and published there will be a page of acknowledgments for all of the encouragement you have given me to continue on.

So...I suppose I should stop blogging and get back to work, the truth is so much more fun than fiction!

P. S. Oh, and because I have been working out so hard for the past three months, I'm showing you what a whole bunch of trips to the gym can do for you...I actually feel pretty good about being in a bathing suit now. Hubby says, "Sexy at Sixty"...we shall see. *Wink*
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August 9, 2008 at 5:21pm
August 9, 2008 at 5:21pm
#601074
“I Second That Emotion”-Part 18

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Thank you vivacious for the lovely signature


"I’m Not in Love"

1975

Sung by
10cc

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIiWBPdhPH8


Please follow the link to find this entry:
I Second That Emotion  (18+)
A place to house the "mirror blog" series. There are 28 entries in two folders.
#1409924 by Nada
August 6, 2008 at 7:48pm
August 6, 2008 at 7:48pm
#600616
With all the fun I had yesterday, little did I know how much fun last night would be.

I managed to stay awake all day, because I was afraid if I fell asleep then come nighttime, I would have had my quota and I'd be up all night...without the half a pill as a standby for that occasional sleepless night. By the way PlannerDan one half a sleeping pill would affect a big man like you differently than an itty bitty thang like me. *Laugh*

My logic is firmly based on ...um-m-m-m-m...my past experience, napping only works for me on a cruise. Anyway, waiting for Hubby to get home from the office at seven, and eating at seven thirty, I was only too happy to get my evening chores over with and hop into bed. At about nine I figured it would be okay to go to sleep, but no, Hubby decided he needed some dessert.

Thankfully I had some frozen yogurt, Hagen Daaz our favorite, out in the garage freezer. That meant a short walk, but I already had a spoon in the bedroom. The problem is we have to eat the whole pint. We do split it. *Bigsmile* I don't feel so guilty about it since I've been going to the gym. Hey, it's the small pleasures you know. Besides, I don't want to go back into the garage carrying about six bites of it, because we "should" feel guilty for finishing it off. Did I mention it was coffee flavor?

Once I disposed of the empty container I hopped back in and got into my comfy sleeping position, wrapped around a pillow. Then I got itchy. First a spot on my back, then one on my leg, then my hand, and....well it was annoying. Then (naturally) I start thinking about the night a bunch of spider eggs hatched in an overhead canned light and we woke up to hundreds of tiny spiders crawling all over us and the bed! That does it, I flip on my light, but I can see nothing to cause me to feel itchy. No spiders, no mosquitoes, nothing but my imagination. Hubby has on MSNBC, some bunch of yo-yo's doing a recap of the stock market, and then some equally annoying show about the Detroit Auto Show 2008.

Gawd. Now it is about eleven. It's hot and muggy so I get up and turn on a fan. Back into bed, and I see Hubby is close to falling asleep. I say close because if I were to ask him if he was asleep....well, he would deny it. But I see his eyes closed, his mouth open, so it is just a matter of time before I can turn down the sound, if not turn the idiot box off.

I wait a few minutes, and as I am about to reach for the remote...he throws his leg on top of it as he rolled over. Gr-r-r-r-r. I lean over to kiss him. Excellent ploy, he rolls back over and I snatch the remote. As soon as he begins to snore I drop the sound level back to the "I'm not the deaf one of us level and settle back in.

That didn't work, I found myself listening to what was being said, and if you think I care what kind of built in refrigerator or tailgating ice-buckety thing Ford has built into their new X--something or other truck...click. Ahhhhh, sweet silence, the kind where all you hear is the nighttime lullaby of the crickets...IN MY ROOM. Where are my son's lizards when I need them?

I finally fell asleep...only to be awaken at three by the most horrible, stabbing pains in my abdomen! Seriously, I got up and fell to the floor moaning with pain. They were in my right side...Oh no, it's THREE in the morning and I get appendicitis? How will I get to the hospital? How long does it take to recover? Am I going to have an ugly scar?

"Honey, where are you?"

"Owww....on the floor."

"You hurt?"

"Uh--huh, owwwww. I can't get up, stabbing pains." Now I'm about to cry.

"Shall I call 911?"

"Not yet...owww...look up appendicitis on the computer. Owwww."

"Okay. Where is the pain?"

"Duh. Right abdomen." *Rolleyes*

Well, after a few minutes, and me rolling onto my side, it turns out to be...gas. *Blush*

Once I feel better we both go back to bed. I'm happy to report I slept until six, though I was a tad sluggish at the gym this morning. *Bigsmile*









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