Go get dad and tell him I posted something

I'm changing the name of the blog to 'Go get dad and tell him I updated the blog.' Mainly because with Facebook in my life, I don't blog anymore. Its so much more fun to see whats going on with my middle school BFF that I haven't seen or spoken to in over 15 years then to sit down and write about something....or anything me. Or us now I should say, with the permanent addition of the trucker and all the 'half mine' stuff I've acquired. But sadly when I broke the news to mom that I wouldn't be updating the blog anymore she threw down the only card that she knew would take the table....."oh, your dad will be sad to hear that." so hence living in amadaland will now be called go tell dad the blog is updated.

I wont even try to catch you up on the last 3 months. Really there isn't much to tell. Life settled into it's routine, and just flew by. Just like that. Sure the chickens have gotten out a time or two, and I started a workout program that keeps me from being able to use my upper body two times a week, but for the majority of time...nada.

you know how it goes.

So we'll just start back up like we never left off....
This last week, The trucker and I did a little southern colorado tour just for kicks. that's right, we actually took advantage of my 4 days off, plus a bonus Memorial day and headed out the door with all of the dogs in tow. The first morning camping came as a shocker, and I was reminded very quickly that above 9000 ft, it still snows. Good thing my polar bear of a dog kept my legs warm. Atlas made an attempt to sleep on my head in the wee hours of the morning, but wasn't nearly as helpful as he intended.

Ah and there is my husband. Taking his morning shower at the top of Monarch Pass...in freezing snow runoff water. The video commentary goes something like this......

'I should really check the insurance policy to see if shitting yourself because the waterfall is so cold, and then slipping on a shit covered rock and busting your head open is covered. I wonder if I would be investigated for murder....'

BULA!!!!

Fiji is the anti Jamaica. With the exception of the 6 ft 4 man jammed into a coach seat for 11 hours on the flight down, and his 5 ft 4 wife in a ball beside him rocking back and forth saying 'please don't be like Jamaica...please don't be like Jamaica' The rest of the trip was absolutely fabulous. Plus we hit the dollar exchange like a winning slot machine, so we made out like bandits! Helicopter rides for everyone!!!

We spent everyday doing something, whether it was snorkeling, or scootering around the island, island hopping in a helicopter or spending a day belly up to the pool bar nursing the 3rd degree sunburn on the back of my thighs...it was all done with a smile. On a side note.....re-apply suntan lotion on the back of your legs after getting into the van and changing snorkeling sites. That and when someone jumps into the pool and causes a wave....odds are you are going to fall off of the swim up bar stool.


These are a few of the billion orchids from the Garden of the sleeping Giants in the rain forest.

valentine class

The trucker and I discussed recently how this was going to be the first year that I didn't get flowers from my father on valentines day. Considering the truckers rants about store bought flowers and some small town tenth grade girl that broke his heart and he wasted his saved money on flowers for her and it got him NOWHERE (pause for laughter on what THAT must have looked like).....Imagine my surprise last night when I came around the corner at work and found the back of a basket of beautiful flowers and snapdragons.

Now picture my face.....as I turn the basket around and find a hot pink thong strung across the front that says BABE in silver glitter. As I'm fumbling with the strings hooked onto the plastic LOVE sticks protruding from the flowers, the panties come unraveled revealing that they are about eight sizes larger then I am. Without missing a beat my coworker Jason(who thankfully was the only other person in my department last night) says....

Yea, sorry I stretched those out before I realized they weren't for me.

Happy Babe Day everyone

You hungry? I'll cook you some eggs

Some of the new additions here in the mountains. And lots of eggs.

surely there is a special place in hell for me

Yesterday was my least favorite day of the year. Dentist day. Dentist fixing a filling that a previous dentist did on a previous least favorite day of a previous year. Dentists. I just don't like them.

I made my appointment after work on my so called Friday at 8am, this I thought would allow me a sleepy fast dentist appointment. Hum, yea, no. Dr. Dentist (one step away from being a serial killer....pulling teeth for a living and all) somehow managed to tell me about how 70% of people take numbing injections fine, but each persons anatomy is different so there may be some nerves he may hit that I could feel in my tongue or up the side of my face. Then of course since he said it, he did it, and I suddenly felt like I had my tongue in a light socket.

'Yup OK it happened' Satan serial killer said as he looks at me. "And you should know that those nerves will now be numb today and can possibly stay numb for up to six months. Don't be concerned when your right eyelid is a little droopy, that nerve is from your jaw and has been hit too.'

As the violent turrets expletives began to work there way out of my mouth they were immediately stopped my the lack of movement from my tongue. With the exception of a 1 cm section of the front left tip of my tongue, I had NO FEELING of my entire tongue. Panic. How do I swallow. I've forgotten how to swallow. The need to scream at this man is completely bypassed by the fact that I cant.....oh wait, figured it out. Back to the numb tongue-tongue lashing. Two more shots later and twenty minutes of drilling I left there looking like a stroke patient and sounding like a deaf girl. The trucker was immediately summoned to kill the dentist, but in his own defense, could not understand a word I was saying on the phone. The drive-thu pharmacist wasn't much better when he screamed through the microphone for me to

'HAVE......A.....NICE....DAY...!'

I may not have been able to say it, but the figure gesture did the trick.

By the time the trucker got home he found me passed out on the couch with a combination of tea, ice cream, and water all over my chin and down my sweatshirt, but thankfully, after a four hour nap, my tongue, and my eyelid were back in full working order.