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I’m finally home after 11 days in New Mexico. I had such a wonderful time and I doubt I’ll be able to do the trip any justice here in writing, but I’m going to try. I think I’ll break it up into separate posts because there is a lot to recount and so much happened in such a short amount of time.

Some highlights before I begin, though:

• The visit with my uncle for four days was simply amazing. We visited Madrid, Santa Fe, the Acoma Pueblo, and Sandia Peak and we drove along historic Route 66, saw some spectacular New Mexico sunsets, and bonded in a way that we haven’t been able to before. We also had dinner with a woman who runs an art gallery in Old Town Albuquerque, her Phd. educated geologist husband and their hydrologist friend. That made for a most interesting and intellectually stimulating evening, even if I did feel completely out of my element.
• I walked so much every single day - my legs were sore every night when I went to bed. It has inspired me to start a long-needed exercise routine back here at home because I felt so good being so active.
• I attended my first business conference with 200 other compulsive overeaters from all around the world. The experience was enlightening, tiring, and rewarding all at once.
• I met Courtney!!! She is the sweetest, cutest thing ever.
• I met a half-aunt and half-cousin for the very first time. No one in my family has met them before. We had a great visit - I hated to see them leave, but I plan on keeping in touch with them in the future and hopefully meet the rest of my extended half-family. Story on that to come.
• A friend and I met the nicest guy on the flight to Chicago coming home. The three of us talked the entire 2 1/2 hour flight - it was over before we all knew it. I realized once I got off the plane that we never even exchanged names, but we talked about some pretty deep and personal things. Fascinating experience!
• I observed that the people in New Mexico are so freaking nice and friendly. I miss that here on the east coast where most people don’t dare to make eye contact with strangers. That was one of the driving forces for us wanting to move to Virginia last year, too. I do believe that when we leave this area, a big part of it will be in search of a place with kinder, gentler, friendlier people.

Coming up - I’ll start with my flight to New Mexico, and my first full day there which included driving along the Turquoise Trail to Madrid and Santa Fe.

I recently started up Twittering again. I was turned off by it for some time because of the sheer amount of nonsense posting people did on it. However, I realized I was missing stuff by not participating, so I decided to get back on the bandwagon. Thankfully it seems as if the volume of tweets has gone down - now that the newness has worn off. The majority of tweets I see are much more meaningful than they used to be.

The other night I was sleeping, but when I woke up in between - you know how that happens? - a blog post formed in my mind. It seemed amusing at the time, but I’m not so sure how it will do in the translation from my sleepy, dream-induced mind to the Internet. You be the judge.

What happened was every time I rolled over or had to get up to pee or the dog got on my nerves, I thought, if I had a computer next to me, I’d Twitter my every move. Here’s what my middle of the night Twittering would look like for the record:

Just rolled over to my right side. My left shoulder was really hurting laying on it for so long. Must see doctor about this soon.

The damn dog won’t move. Why won’t she move? She is like an 80 pound log in my bed and now I’m missing 2 inches of covers on my back and ass. Miserable.

Getting up to pee. When did I stop being able to sleep the entire night without getting up to pee? Is there help for this?

Listening to Rob snore. Trying to get back to sleep.

Woke up and looked at the clock to see how much time I have left before morning. 3 hours - sweet!

Just had a great dream. Lost it when I rolled to the other side because of my shoulder hurting. Bummed.

Hitting the snooze button. Is it really morning already? Those 7 hours flew.

Hitting the snooze button again. Must get out of bed to go pee. Now.

And so there you have it, middle of the night Twittering. It was way more interesting in my mind in the middle of the night, I’m sure. :-)

What would your tweets look like if your brain could automatically send the info to Twitter through out the night?

Dear Spammy Commenters,

Please stop commenting on my blog just to get a link back to your site. If you’re not here because you’re genuinely interested in me and my life, that’s fine, but don’t leave meaningless comments to commemorate your visit. Just move along. I will not publish your spammy comment, and even if I did - this blog is no longer a “Do-Follow” blog, so you wouldn’t get any link juice from your inane comment anyway. And for those of you who think you’re clever and thereby exempt from this, I have news for you: you’re not nearly as clever as you think. Your comments suck, too.

I now have about 100 comments in moderation from the likes of all of you and it’s getting really old. Please do me and the rest of the blogosphere a favor and knock it the hell off.

Much love,

Amy

All afternoon and evening, things have felt a bit … funny… in my pants. I wasn’t sure what it was, and it wasn’t bothering me or anything. In fact, in retrospect, I think I kind of liked it. Imagine my amusement when I caught a glance of myself in the bathroom mirror while pulling my pants up … and I noticed my panties were on inside out. I guess in my haste to get dressed after the ultrasounds today, I didn’t get things done quite right. Woops! Just another day in the life of Amy!

I used to blog regularly, even prolifically and now I’m sporadic at best. Getting a new position at work has really taken a toll on my blogging! Hopefully you all still love me. And with feed readers, it’s not so annoying when people don’t update since you only read when there is an update. The rest of the time you (mostly) forget about me. Right?

So I’m still doing the vegetarian/vegan thing. I had eggs last week, but this week I’ve decided to take them out, which makes me a full-fledged vegan. I have a lot of people ask me what exactly do I eat since there are so many things I don’t have on my food plan. I’m thinking of compiling a food plan/cookbook for the vegetarian/vegan/sugar-free/flour-free/wheat-free lifestyle into a PDF document and selling it for a few bucks on my blogs. What do you think?

Today I had a pelvic and transvaginal ultrasound. Good times. My bladder was so full, the ultrasound technician thanked me. Aren’t I a good girl? I remember when I was pregnant, I used to get berated for not drinking enough when I went in for the ultrasounds. I’m surprised I didn’t explode all over the bed, though - that was so uncomfortable. And of course all I could think of was dirty stuff like the 2girls1cup video. I thought to myself that I could do a 1girl2cups video there in the ultrasound bathroom, I had to pee so much when I was finally allowed. I wonder how many people lose it before getting to the toilet? I bet it’s a pretty significant number. That statistic needs to be on a game show like Card Sharks (remember that show?!). I think that would have been a great question: What percentage of women don’t make it to the toilet after an ultrasound is over and end up peeing all over themselves as they race to the bathroom in their hospital gown with the back open? I’m going to go with 43%, Bill.

The whole reason I went in was to see if there’s something that’s causing me to have the break through bleeding every month. The tech said she didn’t see anything obvious, but would send the results to my doctor and he’ll call me. Ironically, the transvaginal ultrasound wand thingie has triggered some bleeding - I hope it’s not too intense. I’m so tired of bleeding all the damn time. Rob said between me bleeding, and the PMS, he gets 5 good days out of me a month. HA! That’s an exaggeration. I think.

We totally transformed our living room this past week. Here are a few pictures. Tell me what you think in the comments!

Hope you had a swell Monday. Mine was pretty okay, all things considered.