Thursday, September 18, 2014

How to create a Fall vignette

If you follow any home and decor blog, you know how effortless they make styling every inch of their home look.  I have long admired how they can mix and match items to make it look like it all belongs somehow.  When I remodeled the downstairs (reveal pics are coming soon, I promise), I realized that basically my decor before were all pictures and/or candles.  Heck, for the first 4 years we lived here, we didn't even have any art on the walls.  We had two large photography pieces from a Hawaiian artist, one on the wall behind the Mr's seat at the dining table and one over the fireplace.  It looked fine for a while but not very grown up but the rest of the walls, totally stark and white.  

Then in 2003 when we did our first big remodel, we purchased a lot of Hawaiian watercolor prints, many which still hang today as we're still in transition.  When I finally finished the current remodel, I was basically a week out from starting to decorate for Fall and realized any Fall decor I had (not much) was far out of date for what I wanted to represent my new, sassy updated look.  I decided to pick up a few pieces that I knew I would have for a long time and try my hand at some Fall vignettes.

I must apologize for the heinous lighting in these pics.  One side of the fireplace is drowning in light and the other side dwells in a cave.  A light balance in that area has .003% chance of success.

So without further adieu, here's my stab at...

That mantel has been with us from the beginning.  I would love to update it at some point but it gets the job done.  I made the "Happy Fall" banner with burlap, fabric paint and twine and hung it with some Command Strips so no holes would be necessary in the walls.  I tied dried leaves and acorns to the end for a little pop of color.  I bought the window at an antique store and was was in much more dingy shape when I got it.  I did a white wash of pure white chalk paint over it to fill in some of the cracks and places with wonky paint peel.  I utilized one molly screw that was already hanging and the Mr measured and installed another one that would allow me to hang it to the left since I knew I wanted something with height to counter balance it.

I initially bought three pumpkins from a local store that sell Hot Skwash velvet pumpkins.  I loved them so much I went back to buy two more.  I'm not gonna lie, they're pricey but they're the best looking ones I've seen anywhere including scouring the internet so I had to get them.  I'll have them forever as long as I store them properly.  I started out with them on the left side since they were low and would tuck under the window nicely.

I had my heart set on a birch bark vase look.  Good luck trying to find that stuff.  I must've looked all night online for it and the few places I found it either took a ridiculous amount of time to deliver or were more than I wanted to spend with shipping.  I remember the local upcycle shop where I bought the pumpkins had some so after comparing prices and seeing they were on point price wise, I bought two tubes of them.  One was long and skinny and the other was about twice as wide and would be perfect for the long glass cylinder vase I had at home.  I filled the glass with a bag of white rice I was never going to use so it would be weighted and I could tuck the filler inside and it would stay in place.

I slid the wider birch bark over the vase.  The arrow points to a nice, big molly screw that is highly visible.  That'll get taken care of in a minute.

I got some dark multi-colored eucalyptus and some colorful dried leaves to tuck inside the birch bark.

Then it was time to move on to the middle of the mantel.  I picked up this super cute little tureen at Midland Antiques in Indianapolis over the summer in cream and brown.  I knew it would look perfect with some flowers or acorns peeking out of it.  I got acorns at Crate and Barrel because for the price they gave me the most for the most reasonable price.  I stuffed some gold tissue paper in the tureen so I wouldn't have to waste all of my acorns.

I laid down a strip of burlap ribbon to give a little warmth then placed acorns on top of the tissue paper to make it appear that they were overflowing with the lil nuts.

It was starting to come together but needed something else.

I took some of the leftover eucalyptus and tied it together in the middle and called it done.

But as you live with things for a few days, you have the prerogative to change your mind a little and add things here and there until you get just the right look.  I added two vintage books under two of the pumpkins and tied a rust colored bow on the eucalyptus to add a little interest.

I moved the other pumpkin down in front of the vase, picked up some dark burgundy dried leaves I saw at the grocery store floral department to add to the birch vase and then called it done.   It has stayed that way ever since!

I knew it was perfect when the Mr came home and gasped and told me every day for a week how proud I must be of that.  That meant he was proud too.

Then it was time to move on to the armoire.    I'm so pleased with the way the Fall colors look with the gray and white.

On the top shelf is the second tube of birch bark that is long and narrow.  I used more of the eucalyptus and dried leaves in there to tie the room together.  I had a vintage Log Cabin syrup tin that I decided looked kind of fun with it.

There are those two extra pumpkins I bought.  I knew they'd look cute on the vintage scale I had.  I paired them with a Fall print and a French biscuit tin I picked up in wine country when we were on vacation in May.  (Dang, we came home four months ago today.  No fair!)

On the bottom shelf is the sewing box I spruced up from an antique store with some Fall colored old books, a ceramic glazed pumpkin with some leaves and acorns underneath in a cloche from World Market.  On the other side are more old books with another mini tureen o' acorns.  I picked that baby up for $1.  Someone probably would've chucked it otherwise but I get to use it to decorate...woo hoo!

So there you have it.  My process on how to create a Fall vignette.  I hope the pictures of it coming together were somewhat helpful.  I know for me when I see scenes like that already together, it is a little beyond me as to how they got from A to B but I hope this helped someone else out there who might have things on hand but not sure how to arrange them.

Tips to keep in mind:

Varying heights and textures are key as it adds interest.

Grab some old books the next time you're at a garage sale.  Often they're only a few bucks a piece and can be used to display their pretty book spines and/or covers.

A trendy piece or two is great but stick with classic pieces that'll never go out of style so you can mix and match as trends come and go.

Create a style that feels warm and inviting.  It will not only welcome guests during this fun season but it'll make you smile every time you see it.  I know I do.

Linked up with: French Country Cottage, Blesser House

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I'll be under the covers

You ever have a week where you're like "I'm going to be in bed...don't tell me what else happens.  Just wake me when it's Saturday."


We are in the midst of BS with a company we thought we dealt with years ago.  I can't go into much but suffice it to say, I'm over it.  Sir, I hope you come down with something truly heinous for each person you have screwed over the years.  A flaming case of something that makes your penis fall off would be optimum.

Then I saw two checks I sent in for some final pay offs hadn't been cashed yet so I followed up with these people to make sure they got the payment and weren't just "check squatting."  Nope.  They didn't get them!  We're talking two different people, payments sent from two different mailboxes and these payoffs had deadlines.  I was almost yarfing from the stress and cried and ranted a little while the Mr just tried to hold on to the table before the force of my windbaggedness (totally a word) blew him into another zip code.

So I had to do a stop payment on one and reissue a check to the one.  Then the other person got back to me and said "oops, gave you the wrong address" so now he has to send someone to the address I sent it to to see if it's there and if not, I have to stop payment on that one and reissue a check.

THIS IS WHY I HATE PAYING WITH CHECKS!!!   You have no friggin' recourse.  I know there is typically a 3% fee associated with allowing credit card payments but guess what...I think most people would pay the damn 3% given the option for the added protection from their credit card companies.  Instead all you get from the bank is that a stop payment is temporary, you have to renew it every six months for it to still be effective and not get randomly cashed and screw you out of the blue.  They make sure you know "hey, we take no responsibility and in case you didn't know, we take no responsibility.  But the best thing about that is we take no responsibility."  Jerkwads.  This is why people line their mattresses with money.  Banks suck.

Oh, did I mention Aunt Flo is coming for a visit this week?

I swear I almost thought about just not even getting out of bed and leaving the laptop closed.  La la laaaaa....I don't see/hear/know about you!  I also considered taking up drinking.  I have a bottle of spice wine from Traverse City in the basement that I almost busted open but then I thought of the calories.  That's a plus, right?  Think, before you drink!

Back in the olden days that would've been enough to order a pizza and skip a workout.

Instead we did Turbo Fire 45 and I burned 1040 calories and we had bbq chicken naan pizza with a side of Brussels sprouts for dinner.

It was nice to calm down with some hot tea and jazz and not have the boob tube on all night.  Nothing like that big slappy stand up bass, some good piano, jazz guitar and good rat-a-tats of the snare drum or brushes on the cymbals.  I'd say I'm settling into middle age quite nicely but I've always loved jazz since I was a kid.  I blame Charlie Brown Christmas.

I mean hello, who doesn't hear the opening beats of Christmas Time is Here and not get a warm fuzzy?  (If you don't, don't tell me...I don't want to know.)  Man, I just listened to that and got goosebumps.  It's like when Lilo put the lei around Stitch's neck when he was going nuts and it immediately calmed him down.  Just give me the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack and I'm a happy girl.

How do you recover from a stressful day?

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Heavy machinery, suburb soul suck and opportunities

**I'd be remiss if I didn't comment on it being 10 years today since the Mr's dad passed.  He was on loan to me as the dad I should've had for 12 years and I'm so grateful for the time we had.  We miss him every day.**

I was so exhausted from the weekend, I overslept and only got to spend two minutes with the Mr before he trotted off to work.  Sigh.  I don't know what I did but I slept wrong a few days ago and the top of my spine between my shoulder blades is all jacked up so turning my head has been a joy.   Not.

I tried getting caught up on some paperwork I'm way behind on and most of it just ended up being research.  I guess that's a step in the right direction, yes?  Nothing like deadlines to kick your booty into gear.

I don't know what's going on in the last part of the field behind the homestead but some heavy machinery was just running and running and I've got supersonic hearing so it drove me up a damn wall.  Urban sprawl is real, yo.  When we first found our place, we completely lucked out.  It was a new build we could afford as soon to be newlyweds and it was in the middle of a field.  We were the first development in a two mile radius and in the 18 years we've been here, it has been choked with restaurants, strip malls, every grocery store under the sun and gyms.  We can barely get onto the main drag out of our own place because of the heinous traffic.  It's so bad we're considering moving into the city where there is LESS traffic over the madhouse we have to deal with here.  An opportunity may open up for the Mr where a lot more options could be open to us.  So right now we have to bide our time and see what life throws at us over the next year or two.  Some days I want to move to the city.  Some days I want to move to an atoll in the middle of the Pacific and live on fish and breadfruit.  

We dealt with some business crap that left us both in foul moods and late to workout.  Well, I shouldn't say late, I should say it was the same time we've been working out and I was hoping to start changing that this week.  I plan, God laughs.  But when we went down, we did a free weight workout and the Mr threw on the weighted vest (20 lbs) so I copied him.  I forgot how much I hated that thing.  I'm sure it did wonders for my already screwed spine.  But I pushed the weight up a little and while I didn't burn more than I normally do, I'm sure walking will be interesting today since we focused on legs and upper body.  We're cutting strength back to twice a week.  They'll be good strong ones but we need to up the cardio.

For dinner we had spiced mahi mahi over quinoa duo from Trader Joe's.

Then it was time to settle in for the evening, I caught up on Witches of East End (almost poo'd myself) and Dallas which hasn't been recording so I'm super behind on that one.  ARG!  I lit my cinnamon roll candle and let the light shimmer on the mantel and the smell of cinnamon waft through the air.  I'm so ready for this time of year!

Do you live in the city or the burbs?  What are the pros and cons of where you live?

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Weekend warriors

Holy crap man.  I feel like someone drug me behind a jacked up truck on a mountain road.  It was a super busy weekend from Friday to Sunday and I think I'll need a week to recover.  Then, of course, it'll be time to entertain the next batch of friends next Saturday and the following Wednesday.  Somebody stop me!

Friday we went to a huge craft/vintage show and walked around for 2 hours.  It was a mad house but it was nice to poke around a bit.  Then we put ridiculous undue pressure on ourselves to have our vacation video, which we hadn't even looked at once much less edited, thrown together in case my friend wanted to see it.  (She and I are the two people on Earth who actually like to see each others vacation videos)  It wasn't going to come together in time but it was a valiant try.

She's been begging for any of her 8 zillion Facebook friends to make her these high heel cupcake shoes for her birthday.  I was going to make them for her last year but because of other family obligations, we were unable to get together for our usual birthday celebration.  I decided for once I wasn't going to put that kind of pressure on myself to throw those together, printed out a pic from the internet and told the local bakery what I wanted.  I think they turned out cute.

It's a cupcake, milano cookie and pirouline stick cookies.  Given it's the week Aunt Flo shows up, I didn't trust myself not to attempt to make them, fail and be scraping thrown cake off the walls.  I was glad I did it and she almost crapped her pants with excitement so win win!

We had a good time catching up.  We've known each other since middle school and she lives a state away so we don't see each other often.  We both took our turns getting chatty and the Mr just kinda sat there taking it all in.  He's a trooper.  He threw in a few quips here and there but you know, it probably wasn't the most fun 10 hours he's ever spent.  We did try a new to her restaurant and I got a not so impressive meal.  Then we tried a new to all of us place for dinner and while what I got wasn't bad, it just wasn't necessarily anything I'd go back for.  I HATE it when I feel like I've wasted meals on the one day we allow ourselves to eat out.  Sigh.

We then got on a gabbing roll ourselves when she left and stayed up until 2am talking.  Sunday morning was grocery refuel day and I told him to just forget the alarm, we'd get there when we get there and brace ourselves for the worst.  You know you're a regular when the cashier at Trader Joe's says "you guys slept in today!"
Yep... slept in, I made breakfast and we moseyed our butts in there about 10am...two hours later than normal.  By the time we were done, it was time for lunch and we relaxed for a bit.

Around 1:45pm, I grabbed the Mr some water worthy clothes, told him to come with me and I had arranged for him to test a Tower Xplorer 14' Inflatable stand up paddle board he's been dying to try out.  We can't really purchase it until next year but you know how it is when you get something sight unseen.  So the opportunity to give it a test run was more than welcome as he paddled around the water on that 14' beast.

He's more obsessed than ever now, which I expected, but hopefully this means he'll stop trippin' over his lower lip about how the summer was ruined because he didn't get to paddleboard.  ;-P

After that, we went on a nice, long walk.

Funny how even 70 degree days can feel ungodly hot when the sun is beating down.  Cool retreats in the occasional pockets of shade were quite welcome.

When we got home, it was straight to making dinner.

Orange BBQ pork chop and pumpkin butter twice baked sweet potato.  Nothing like homemade pumpkin butter and not grotesquely sweet like store bought.

Just when we thought we were in for the night, I realized we forgot our protein shakes and we had to trek back out to TJ's.  Then it was listening to jazz for the night, my new favorite ritual.  It was good to be done with everything by 9pm and relax for the first time all weekend!

What did you guys do this weekend?

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Friday, September 12, 2014

Ahead of the game and what I'm reading this week

Happy Friday all!

You would be so proud of me, I was ahead of the game and I actually typed this post up 2 days ago meaning I wasn't furiously throwing this together from 10-11pm last night!  

Is there hope for me yet?  

Time will tell.

While we're waiting to see if my procrastinating ways win out or not over the long haul, let's get to...

Air Rage: Why Does Flying Make People So Crazy?  (Because other people lose their friggin' senses when they fly, if they had any to begin with.  I'm just glad when I reach our destination airport without incident.)

DIY Wreaths to Get Your Home Fall-Ready   (Mine is already up but in case yours isn't.  Hee hee)

Gene Simmons: 'Rock Is Finally Dead'  (I'm not a fan but what he says, sadly, is kind of true.)

11 Foods With "Bad Raps" That Deserve Another Chance!  (Yes indeedy, Ally Sheedy!)

A Rare Peek Inside Walt Disney's Fairy-Tale Home  (I love that so much of the original detail was kept!)

10 ways to get 10 minutes of exercise  (Whether all at once or broken up, it all counts!)

7 Ways to Silence a Squeaky Floor  (While our friend got a majority of them when he screwed the subfloor, there are a few I still want to get.  Hoping a shim will come to the rescue!)

19 Things Everyone Who Sucks At Texting Understands  (I don't text but this applies a lot to my FB messaging habits.  I've established with everyone in my life mama gets back to you on HER time!  HA!)

48 Top Slow-Cooker Recipes  (So ready for crock pot season, yo!)

13 natural remedies for the ant invasion  (Will try some of these to keep those little bastards at bay.  We just dealt with our worst invasion yet but I think it was due to our roofers doing a crappy job on the siding replacement.  We filled in any gaps with that foamy stuff)

Billy Idol - Kings & Queens of the Underground - Episode #1   (SO excited for Billy's new album!)

9 Pumpkin Spice Recipes (That Are Way Better Than a Latté)   (Pumpkin!  Pumpkin!  Pumpkin!)

Fall Garden Cleanup  (Time to clean up and think spring!)

Road Rage and Fat Shaming  (NSFW language.  A friend passed along this heinous video that's going viral.  As if her reckless behavior wasn't bad enough in front of her kid, she fat shames this poor guy like a 5 year old after practically assaulting him!?  If you read the comments, you'll be horrified to see what she does for a living.)

Simple 100-Calorie Food Swaps  (Good idears!)

19 Wicked Ways to Use Mason Jars This Halloween  (Super cute, especially if you have kiddos)

Here’s Everything We Know About ‘Sleepy Hollow’ Season Two   (I CAN'T WAIT!!!!  I repeat...CAN. NOT. WAIT! The Legend of Sleepy Hollow narrated by Tom Mison is available for free by clicking through thanks to!)

How one couple is paying off their 30-year mortgage in half the time  (Yes please!)

Home Depot Confirms Data Breach, Investigating Transactions From April Onward  (Great, first Target now HD.  I'm getting a little sick of being hacked!)

The Simple Steps to Protect your Feet...FOR LIFE  (Listen up peeps!  Great exercise!)

Michael C. Hall to Star in Broadway's 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch'  (He has to be thrilled.  I know he wanted to go back to Broadway after Dexter went in the chitter.)

"We Can't Stand You" and Other Confessions of a B&B Owner  (Sounds like these people need to get into another business!  But given some of the contracts I've had to sign, I can only imagine the stuff cleaning people have seen.  Our condo on Kauai had people who were there for a month and that poor cleaning woman had to take laundry back to her OWN house and have her hubby do it to get our place ready on time!)

12 Surprising Uses for Bobby Pins  (I've already got one on my toothpaste thanks to this)

These 20 Tips Will Have You Asleep in No Time   (This looks interes.....zzzzzz)

The Ugly Side Of Beautiful Rooms: Design In The Age of Internet Comments  (I think this is true about all sites and it's a dang shame when people can't just keep their mouths shut.  I have seen plenty of things on home blogs that I admire and I'll wrinkle my nose and not comment.  Sadly, the internet can make it super easy to be mean instead of constructive in criticism.  Thankfully you people are awesome!)

My friend is coming to town tomorrow to celebrate my birthday.  We're hanging out, going shopping and hopefully won't be tempted to tell the same stories from our glory days and sound like Springsteen in '85.  Sunday is grocery refuel day and that means no sleeping in.  Errrg!  If the weather is cool, maybe we'll go for a walk for our workout.  Woot!

What's on tap for your weekend?

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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Healing through laughter

What a gut wrenching day for those of us gals who had crushes on the two funniest men of the early 80's...

It has been 11 years since we lost John Ritter and one month since we lost Robin Williams.

Can you look at that picture and even IMAGINE the complete and utter joy of watching those two riff off of each other?  I'd like to think maybe that's what they're doing right now.  Actually you can watch them do it back in 1978 here.  (Language-NSFW)  Even someone as talented as John Ritter had a little trouble keeping up with Robin's quick wit.  It was truly adorable to watch and I'm so glad we have access to things like that.

When John died, it was like some cruel joke.  How could something that could be diagnosed take him like that?  But just as in life, his death allowed him to take care of his brother Tom one last time when he got a test done that showed he had the same issue and got it corrected.  It let you know the fragility of life and when you lose someone that funny, the world dims a little.  I think of him every September 11th and I smile.  I'm thankful for him and him ushering me into my first crush.

When Robin died under very different circumstances, it was a cruel joke in a different way.  You look at someone who brought so much joy to others was suffering so much inside. PBS aired a beautiful tribute to him the other night and if you have an hour sometime tonight, watch it if you didn't already.  I'm not sure when the interview with him was but it includes some of his friends and co-workers over the years.  I believe Pam Dawber gives the best summary of any I've heard in the last month..."if only he understood what happened to the world when he decided to leave.  The whole world is in mourning."

Amen, girl.

I know everyone is remembering a different event today and I'm sorry, I feel like if I glorify that event yearly, the terrorists win.  So on this day, almost every year, I choose to remember the loss of a great comedian taken too soon...someone who influenced me as a youngin' and made my heart flutter.

I will occasionally catch Three's Company on TV Land at midnight when I'm supposed to be going to sleep and there he'll be making me laugh at losing at strip poker wearing nothing but a box, making me cry when he sprays himself with the water after playing mean jokes on Terri or making me love him with a simple flash of his smile.

I know as time passes, I will feel about Robin the way I feel about John which is nothing but smiles.  I won't cry every time I see him like I do now.  I won't always think of the way he died and remember more how he lived like his family wants us to do.  It won't always hurt so much which is another thing John taught me.  Men like them want fans like us to remember the joy and the laughter and to spread a little to others in this cynical world.

To learn more about the condition that took John Ritter's life, click here.

To learn how you can help the John Ritter Foundation every time you shop through Amazon, click here.

What was your favorite role/episode of John's?  

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Message received

My body isn't happy with me right now because I guess I'm not listening to it.  I'm not talking about weight related stuff but stress.


Back in 1998, when we were starting our first big weight loss journey, I lost 70 lbs in a relatively short amount of time.  I began to notice I was getting full very quick and then sometimes I would get nauseous.  It escalated and I would get this close to vomiting.  Now, I'd rather bargain with God for 10 hours than yak so I knew something was wrong.  I was checked for gallstones and had none.  I had a Hepatobiliary scan (where they shoot dye in to see if your gall bladder is emptying) and it came back on the low side of normal.  I was sent to an ENT who told me casually that in addition to a Eustachian tube disorder that I could have the beginnings of MS.  (I didn't.)  I had an endoscopy done to check for stomach cancer and the twilight meds didn't work so I was awake for the whole thing.  I had to ask three times if I had stomach cancer because they thought I was under anesthesia and ranting.  When I finally yelled "I'M FULLY AWAKE AND KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING WILL SOMEONE TELL ME IF I HAVE CANCER!?!?!"  They casually said no and had me walk to recovery.  Then I was sent to a neurologist to check for brain tumors and had an MRI done.  The result?  Nothing.  Oh, well there was the note from the neurologist to my general doc saying nothing was wrong with me and when I was told nothing was wrong, I didn't accept it and he labeled me "hysterical" and said it was all in my head.  I was then referred to a GI doctor who ran the Hepatobiliary scan again. Despite having it done before and being on the low end of normal, four months had passed since my first one and it caught my gall bladder shutting down.  I was referred to a surgeon and it was taken out a few weeks later.  A month later, I was still getting nausea and whenever I found myself in stressful situations, I'd be seconds from throwing up.

When I went back to my GI doctor asking what the hell was going on, he said he had many cases like mine and that it was called "functional nausea and vomiting."  It's basically how my body manifests stress and the body can't differentiate from good stress and bad stress.  So I could be worried about something or excited about something and my body reacts the same to a degree.  I was on very low dose pills to haze the part of my brain that would click this reaction on in my stomach.  It was fine but I'm not a pill person so after two years, I weaned myself off of them.  I also noticed my response to extreme stress would change.  Sometimes I could get dizzy.  Sometimes I got migraines.  Sometimes I went into full blown panic attacks when I couldn't breathe, felt like I was having a heart attack and would be down for the count.  I didn't have those issues before I began my medical mishap journey and after more than five months of being told "it's all in your head/there's nothing wrong with you", you start to question your sanity.  I could smack a few of those doctors for the way they made me feel.

No thanks to them, I found alternative ways to deal with these spells.  Breathing techniques worked wonders for me and learning to let go of my Virgo-esque perfectionism and stubbornness was essential.  Both are very hard for me to let go because it's just who I am and how I grew up.  I still love to present an experience for people who visit.  For example, when my mom and aunt came over last weekend, I had mulling spices on the stove so the smell of Fall would be in the air as they came in.  I hand squeezed lemons for lemonade.  I recreated a recipe from a restaurant we all loved back in the day.  I got my birthday cake in a flavor that was their favorite, not necessarily mine.  (But I'm never turning down chocolate cake but still, I'm a white on white girl)  I had rules that my grandmothers condition not be discussed or a branch of the family tree that are particularly frustrating because I wanted a laid back evening.  I got on the floor and ended up giving them foot massages even though the celebration was for me.  The Mr sometimes says I'm thoughtful to a fault and it's true.  It's even worse when it's not acknowledged.  I mean this was by both of them over the following days.  But there have been other times I've gone out of my way to make people feel loved and appreciated and didn't get a thank you or anything close in return from them ever.  Then it sends me into bits of self doubt, what's wrong with me, etc.  So you can see how my own brain works overtime and sends my body into fits.

The day before yesterday just as we were heading up to bed, my stomach started feeling weird.  By the time we got to the top of the stairs, I was salivating heavily which I recognized as a sign that I was going to hurl.  I told the Mr and asked for some Tums in case I ate something weird.  I sat in the bathroom and did some deep breathing and those old prayers started coursing through my head.  I tried to think of what I was thinking of when it hit and it was something stupid my mom said.  She said how I had her decorating style with my new makeover.  Thing is, my mom's house looks nothing like mine.  It's the equivalent of that Pinterest board you have that says something like "for my future house" where you pin a ton of stuff you know you'll never buy but your actual home looks nothing like it.  Well, I basically have all the stuff on her theoretical Pinterest board.  I didn't know why something so stupid bothered me but if I think about it, I suppose that in some way it felt like all of the time I spent putting into this remodel was brushed aside in one sentence of claiming I decorate like her when that isn't how she decorates.  Does that make ANY sense?  I didn't say it was Earth shattering or even intelligent.  But it goes back to that whole thing of feeling like this huge accomplishment was diminished even though that wasn't her intent.  I'm almost yakking on my keyboard just typing it.

That wasn't even the key thing that bothered me, it was just the stupid straw that broke my stupid stomach.  I've got two more weekends filled with entertaining, trying to set up something with someone else, having to turn other things down, thinking of all of the crap I'm behind on both here and at my shop and no planning accomplished for a road trip that is fast approaching.  I've got things swirling everywhere around me and my body is slapping me across the gut to get me to wake up to what needs to be done.  I need to make a to do list.  Something I can physically see and cross off as things are accomplished or this is going to be my fate every night and I forgot just how horrible this feels.

While I wish I could go the rest of my life without ever feeling this way again or wish I could unflip whatever switch was flipped during that period of complete medical ineptitude, there are times my body just reminds me that things need to get done.  It reminds me that while procrastinating is okay here and there, that if you procrastinate on too many things, they all tumble down on top of you.  So as much as I hate this, thank you body for smacking me around to what needs to be done.  Now, if you'll please vacate because the message has been received.

Were you ever misdiagnosed/had a bad medical experience?  

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