Creature Comforts

We left Maine at about 7:00am this morning and made it home before noon. After unloading, unpacking and a short visit with Mom, who was at our house when we got home because she had been dog sitting for us, we settled in for a restful afternoon.

We enjoy our cozy little house and, no matter how much we enjoy going and being away, we always enjoy coming back home. However, no one is happier for us to be home than Harvey and Rita Mae. After following us around for the first hour or so, and supervising our unpacking, they were finally content we were home to stay and nestled in text to me to catch up with their snuggling. This is pretty much how they have spent the afternoon and evening:


I hope they realize I am as happy to be reunited as they are.

Mantastic Musical


Tonight is our last night in Maine. It has been a wonderful weekend, and we ended it on an extremely high note. We saw one of the best community theater performances we have ever seen tonight. The entire cast of “Full Monty” (performing at the City Theater in Biddeford, Maine) did an outstanding job, especially our friend, James , who rocked the part of Malcolm and literally brought tears to my eyes with his beautiful performance of “You Walk With Me.” (James is the one on the far left in the cast photo above.)

It was an epic ending to a fantastic weekend. A special thanks to my husband, Jeffrey, who wined and dined me, chauffeured me all over Maine, and allowed me to deplete our financial resources with a butt-load of purchases.

I’m exhausted, sated in every way, and excited to see my puppies again.

The Maine Man

This morning we packed our bags, said a teary good-buy to our dogs, and hit the road to Biddeford, Maine. The impetus for the trip is to see our friend in a community theater production of “The Full Monty,” but it was really just an excuse for a mini road trip before I (hopefully) head back to work at the end of next week. Here I am, all shaded up, enjoying the ride.




After we arrived and checked into our hotel, we headed back out and explored Biddeford a bit, then headed to downtown Portland.  Jeffrey indulged my hobby fever and took me to five different comic book stores between Biddeford and Portland. At the last store, we bought this kick-ass, 13″ Hal Jordan Green Lantern Figure.




We spent the day walking and exploring the great shops in downtown Portland, then headed back to Biddeford for dinner. After a couple margaritas at a quaint little Mexican restaurant,  we popped over to a nearby Target for some perusing. I, of course, had to take my obligatory pictures on/in the iconic Target Balls and Circles.






Then we went inside, and I found and bought these because, well, I had to





After that, we headed back to the hotel, but  stopped  at a gas station for a lottery ticket, where we discovered Maine sells liquor at their gas stations – SWEET! We didn’t actually buy any, because we’d already purchased baby bottles of wine at Target, but it still was awesome to discover this.





Once back in the hotel, we got the booze in the fridge and got comfortable…a LOT more comfortable. (I need a break from that damn man-girdle every now and then.)  You can see a blurry hint of the top of my new surgery scar if you look close and squint.



Here’s a close up of my cool boo boo band-aid on my abdomen, covering a sore spot where the tape from my incision bandages did a number on my skin.



It’s been a great first day. We plan to explore nearby Kennebunkport tomorrow, then have dinner and see the show tomorrow night.

Wish you were here.

Ob-la-di Ob-la-da Life goes On

As I grow closer and closer to being fully recovered, I have begun resuming my normal activities, not the least enjoyable of which is going out to dinner with my hubby on a lovely weathered evening. Tonight, we made our way to a nearby favorite, Bomber’s Burrito Bar, for some light noshing and imbibing. Here I am perusing the menu on the outdoor patio:


We were pleased as (spiked) punch when our drinks arrived. Jeffery got his usual: a blue margarita, and I got mine: a Jimbo (half beer, half margarita…it’s way better than it sounds, trust me.)




After finishing dinner, we headed home and spent time frolicing with the furry kids on the bed. We tried to get a family photo, but after 40 tries, this was the best of the bunch:




Tomorrow, we’re hitting the road and heading to Biddeford, Maine (near Portland) to see a friend of ours in a community theater performance of “The Full Monty.” It’ll be my first big road trip, but a much needed (and well deserved) mini-get away for us, after the trials and tribulations of the last few months.

I’m still not 100%, but I’m pretty psyched to be as far along as I am.


Photo on Wednesday7-23-14 at 12.58 PM


Here I am again, at the infusion center for my second infusion of Remicade. I’m flying solo this time (no Jeffrey), although I am sharing the room with a gentleman I described, on Facebook, as follows:

“a slightly ruffled, cute, young bearded ginger, ala young Kris Kringle in Bass & Rankin’s ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’ “

We are also sharing the room with a woman who looks to be in her 20s, and seems to be willing the Remicade to move through the IV faster, with her mind, by the way she’s staring at her arm rather intensely. Also, to be honest, I’m fairly certain she’s listened to a KD Lang album before and watched an episode or two of Ellen, if you know what I mean *wink wink nudge nudge* (Also, she just admitted to recently going camping and chopping wood and she’s wearing VERY comfortable shoes …mmmmHMMMMMMMM.)

The nurses i n the Remicade room always introduce us to each other as we arrive, which I suppose is a courtesy since we’re all sitting as close to each other (if not closer) as we would be in my living room. Everyone does an obligatory “hello” or “hey” before turning to focus on whatever electronic device they brought with them to keep them occupied for 2 hours. I do miss the other infusion room I was in, a few months ago, with curtain dividers between infusion chairs to give, at least, a semblance of privacy. Not that I’m anti-social, it’s just easier to look at porn on my laptop when I’m not in such an open space *giggle*

I had no reactions to my Remicade the first time, so I anticipate no reaction this time. I will meet with my GI Doctor after this infusion, today, to do a touch-base/check-up/ask-me-enough-questions-to-qualify-it-as-a-doctor’s-appointment-and-justify-a-co-pay-appointment (I kid.) We will actually discuss my current status, my future on Remicade, and what it means for my body and over-all health and well-being, so I’m game. But I do have a game night tonight with my men’s naturist group, so I want to be out of here in time to get there and sport my new “everything off but my man-girdle” look.

And so the adventure continues…


I woke up this morning with every intention on getting dressed, getting out the door, getting in the car, and going to some place to walk and explore. This would have a triple purpose: get my exercise in, get more driving in, and have fun exploring a new town. Unfortunately, I dragged my feet a little too long, enjoying the cuddle fest with Harvey and Rita, and opting for a second cup of coffee. The temperature was already starting to climb and I knew if I didn’t get out before it reached the promised 94 degrees, I wouldn’t leave the house at all. With herculean effort, I shooed the dogs off my lap, got my sneakers on, put the dogs in their crates, grabbed my sunglasses, phone and wallet, and stepped into the garage, locking the garage door behind me.

The more astute of you may have already realized I did NOT mention grabbing my keys. Bingo! I was locked out of my house, standing in the garage, with no keys in my hand. However, I had anticipated I would do this sooner or later, and had taken the appropriate measures, so I located the hidden key (What? We have no hidden key. I don’t know what you’re talking about) and let myself into the house to get my house/car keys. This, of course, set the dogs off on a wild barking spree because, even though I’d been gone all of 12 seconds, I obviously was back to let them out of their crates. (Although I think our dogs are relatively well behaved, we have not been able to break them of the initial bark fest when we get home. We do, however, admonish them and won’t let them out of the crates until they are quiet and calmed down.)

So now my dogs are barking/crying like mad. I tried to ignore it and stepped out of the house to get on my  way, but the incessant barking was breaking my heart and frustrating me.  I stupidly walked back in to chastise them, but now I’m wavering on leaving them in the crates and walking away a third time. Yeah, I’m a total sucker. I got them quiet and sitting, let them out, and decided to throw in the towel and just stay home with them. But I was already upset at myself for waiting so long to walk and I knew I’d beat myself up over it if I didn’t walk today.

I realized this was a great opportunity to try walking them for the first time since my surgery, killing two birds with one stone: getting my exercise and giving them the doggy version of euphoria: a walk around the neighborhood. I’ve hesitated doing this, up until now, as Rita is quite strong and can be a “puller” on her leash sometimes. I was afraid her pulling would hurt me, but I figured I could give it a shot and always return home if I thought she was going to be a problem. I put on their harnesses and grabbed the tandem leash and we headed out. The heat wasn’t too bad yet…it was only on the 70s, and the neighborhood was still pretty quiet. I set my timer on my iPhone for 30 minutes (I try to do at LEAST 30 minute walks, but longer if I can) and we proceeded to walk about the neighborhood. I had wrapped the two straps of the leashes around my arms to help keep any pull in my arms and away from my abdomen. Rita was surprisingly very well behaved (as was Harvey, but he is an excellent walker) and we had a nice walk going. Unfortunately, we came across several un-fenced yards, wherein owners were out with their unleashed dogs. I turned up and down streets to avoid passing them, but everywhere we went, there was another unleashed dog. I couldn’t risk one of them running up and tangling with one of my dogs or Rita trying to tear my arm off to chase one of them, so I finally gave up and we headed back to my house. (Side note: I don’t care how well trained your dogs are.There is a leash law and a reason for it. Even if your dog is friendly and runs up to my dogs to say hi, they would be darting out and sometimes across the street and risk getting hit by oncoming traffic. Also, you don’t know the temperament of my dogs, any more than I know the temperament of yours. It’s unsafe and stupid. If you don’t have a fenced in yard, keep your dogs on a leash or keep them inside.) We didn’t make the full 30 minutes. We were back at my front door in 24 minutes. But at least I got a walk in at all, and now I know I can walk them without hurting myself, so I will start doing that, perhaps earlier in the day, or somewhere where there are less considerate people around.

I’m glad my “oops” (locking myself out of the house) turned into an opportunity to walk the dogs.



Here are the kids after our walk, tired and hot and waiting for me to sit down so they can resume their lap cuddling.