Margie with our Aunt Margie!

Sticky Situation

Trauma on a Thursday

Ever since Margie inhabited my belly, I've experienced the sorrows of heartburn - ever so sporatically. It's gotten yucky as of late, but I'm no hyprocondriac, so I kept the worry at bay and tried to lay off the caffeine, etc.

It got the best of me on Thursday when I was gassing up in a hurry at the Kwik Shop post-playdate. My chest was so tight & my fingers so tingly, I had to second-guess my heartburn for heart trouble and Ben & Margie went w/me on my adventure - to the ER.

Flashers flashing, I drove as fast as I could on the shoulder of 435 to the Hospital. Taking what I thought were deep breaths & maintaining my composure. Who meets their maker at 3pm on a Thursday? Surely not me.

Long story short - I pulled up, Jeep reving, into the ER bay & asked an orderly on his cell phone [and break, I'm sure] to, well. HELP ME. I pulled the kids outta the car & Margie got a ride on the wheelchair & mommy.

Okay, I promised, short version. I have stupid GERD [i.e. Reflux Disease] and it can feel like a heart attack. And my tingly arms were a result of HYPERVENTILATING. Come on, don't crazy people hyperventilate? I'm not a crazy person.

So, now thanks to a little purple pill and a couple of sleepless nights - I'm on the mend. And I have high hopes that Nexium will block the acid from all of my favorite things: Dark Chocolate, Garlic, Onions, Alcohol, Spicy Stuff!

So don't bother wishing me well - I already got well soon.

Here's to a loooooooong acid-blocked life!

Home again, home again - jiggity jig!

Vacation came - and went.

But not without pina coladas, almond toast [amaretto + kaluha = amazing!], sun, surf, parasailing, poolside nachos, dancing girls with pineapple headgear, karaoke, sunburn, flea markets, tans, mariachi bands, guacamole & hanky-panky.

O-oh, Mexico
Sounds so simple, I just got to go
Moon so bright it can light up the night
I think everything's alright

Thanks, Tommy!

Procrastinating is good for the vacation

Tom & I have the 7-year itch. It's been 7 years since we flew across the border to the turquoise blue sand-framed waters of Mexico. A lot happens in 7 years [i.e. Ben & Margie].

And it's been 7 months since we splurged on what has become the ultimate vacation of two surprisingly hip parents. We're headed to Cancun on the 5th!

So I've had 7 months to line up Ben & Margie sitting, swimsuit[s - one is NEVER enough], passports, packing...

But aside from assigning tender loving care of our kids to my awesome parents [who would come spend 5 days with them if we just wanted to hang out across the street] we've procrastinated, but I think it's good for a vacation [aside from the evils of attaining those freaking passports...].

So I've spent the last several days spending: time - and $$$ - preparing for said vacation I coulda prepared for long ago. But what's the fun in that? It's way more vacation-inducing to spend hours combing the racks for suitable suits [with a hint of smut], trial-sized everything [even little rolls of tp, in case we drink the water & can't find a loo], magazines galore, special treats for the kids when we're outta town, ground beef & pasta from Mom's gotta-have-it grocery list when they're here, perfect hair accessories & pedicures [thx auntie C].

In short, my procrasting has paid off - I've enjoyed every bit of last-minuting ALMOST as much as I'll enjoy every minute of r&r&pcs galore.

Viva Vacation!

[PS, I'll be pina-colada-ing on my bday, we'll be there over the 8th. Pretty sweet gifty!]