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Day 179: Impromptu Date with the Mortons

The hubs and I have a few different friends who live in the suburbs. Subsequently, we do not see them as much as we would like, and it often takes a lot of advance planning (which we are sometimes not good at). Except when it comes to the Mortons. It seems we only see the Mortons if we text last minute. We’ll get an urge to see them, send a text and boom! Plans.

The first time this worked, we all went to Didier Farms. The second time, it was the Super Bowl. And tonight, it was just casual dinner, time with their kids and games. It was a really great way to spend Friday night that was, for them, the start of Spring Break (from their teaching lives). Although with their two busy kids, I doubt it is much of break. Hearing them talk about who would take whom to dance lessons, play dates, and doctor appointments (not to mention an upcoming seder and travel plans), I marveled at their scheduling talents. I realized how lucky the hubs and I are to have gotten them last minute so often.

It’s always so fun when it works – I can’t wait for another impromptu date night with the Mortons.

Day 178: If I were rich…

I would hire someone to wash and style my hair every day. This is something I proclaimed as youngin’ and, at 29 years of age, I have not changed my tune.

The only issue with this, aside from needing a huge disposable income, is that hair washing stations at salons are NOT comfortable. They have always hurt my neck. It is not totally affected by the arthritis but it is definitely sensitive when it comes to sleeping and lying positions. Sometimes I think if they would just install some kind of padding around the neck area of those hard sinks, it would be totally fine. However, I had a woman wash my hair today who was just so committed to making my head clean. She scrubbed, rinsed and massaged her way in to my heart making the slight pain and stiffness in my neck now totally worth it.

Day 177: Mail Gift

This is not what I thought my fun thing would be today but I got a surprise package in the mail! A gift from a dear friend FOR this blog.

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It’s a photo album for pictures from the upcoming trip because, as her note says, “who does that anymore?” I do! Now. Thanks friend!

Day 176: They’re Not Cookies

I don’t remember but I’m sure I’ve written about cookies. Maybe the chilled Famous Amos I get out of a vending machine at work. Or the easy bake all natural chocolate chip the hubs and I were once addicted to. Or the legendary Thin Mint, of which I can eat a whole tube in one sitting. I must have written about them. I mean I am basically the Cookie Monster.

But, in an effort to live healthier, I have significantly limited my cookie intake. This makes me feel good, smart and healthy but it does not make me feel satisfied at the end of the night. My cravings for something sweet come upon me quickly and, when I don’t satisfy them, leave me cranky and hungry. Tonight, before that could happen, I gave my sweet tooth the ever delicious combination of apple slices and peanut butter. Instead of depriving myself of something, I gave myself a healthier version of something I want. And I really felt full and satisfied afterwards. It’s sort of the opposite of guilty pleasure fun, but it is fun nonetheless.

Day 175: My Turn

When I first started writing this blog, I needed a lot of help just to complete every day tasks like getting in bed, dressing and generally getting around the city or even the condo. Now I am much better, but I still need help with things like opening jars or bottles, carrying grocery bags and taking Elphie out. The hubs does all this for me and more, so it’s a rare time when the hubs needs me to take care of him.

He cut his thumb this weekend and we had to go to urgent care. He is fine and did not need stitches but he did end up with steri-strips and in a splint. He was supposed to leave it alone until he could get in to see his doctor. But his bandage started getting uncomfortable and slipping.

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So I took care of him. And now it looks like this.

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I’m sad he cut himself (it was definitely scary when it happened) but it felt good to take care of him, especially since I know he is going to be just fine. It’s a small way to make up for all the times he has taken care of me.