Every vacation I have ever been on always ends on a bittersweet note.  On one hand, because I'm a creature of habit, I long to return home, to my routine and things familair.  On the other, I usually have such a good time that I don't want to leave wherever I am.

Hawaii was no exception.  As a matter of fact, Hawaii was the utmost example of this.  Despite a few bumps in the road, I had the most amazing time.  It is such a beautiful, beautiful place and as I was on the airplane Sunday night, watching the lights of Oahu recede behind me, I almost teared up.

I would never live in there, in Honolulu at least, but I will certainly visit again.  Even now, thinking about the things I saw, takes my breath away.

But now I'm home, after a long ten days away, and I got to cuddle with my boys (Steve and the dog) last night.  I did miss them terribly (and my bed - what can I say? I didn't spend over a grand on a mattress to hate it!). 

Initially, I thought I would be able to return to work today, after getting in at 4:30 Eastern time yesterday.  After the flight out there (the second leg was an almost unbearable seven hours - don't know how people do International flights) and hearing that jet lag is actually worse when you go forward in time, I decided against going to work today.  Instead, I laid around while trying to tell my mind that I needed to pick the house up and unpack and clean and get this place prepared for the in-laws visit on Saturday.

But I took a three hour nap instead.  Because my body's internal clock is so fucked up - I was exhausted at 9:30pm last night after having pretty much airport and plane hopped since 9pm Hawaii time the night before.  I was wide awake at 2am then again at 6am and pretty much got decided to get up.  Then around 2pm, I sat down to eat lunch and passed out, not waking up until 5pm, shortly before Steve got home from work.

Note: ME = FAILED HOUSEWIFE

Now, I'm hungry, because it's 3pm in Hawaii and my body is saying it's close to dinnertime.  They say for every hour you go forward it takes a day to recover from jet lag.  I went forward six hours - I don't know if I have six days.  I have to drag myself to work tomorrow.

So there's so much I want to tell you and about 1000 pictures I have to go through.  I will update in the following days.  The past month was spent getting ready for this trip and now that's it's over, I don't have anything to fixate on.  Except the in-laws visit this weekend, four days after my return.  And some friends visit exactly a week after the in-laws leave.

On second thought, I better start making lists!

I went to the dentist today.  It's nevery been my favorite thing to do but it's usually tolerable.  I'm not one of those people who dreads it.  I kind of just suck it up and get it over with.  My teeth are important to me and I do what I can to take care of them - mostly because I don't want a mouthful of dirty, rotting, and painful teeth.

The cleaning went okay.  I admit there was good period of time when I got out of college and didn't go to the dentist.  My insurance at my old job didn't cover it and I was barely getting by on my small salary.  I didn't need a ton of dental bills piling up.

When I decided to use my good dental insurance here, my teeth weren't doing so well.  I had major buildup and the beginnings of gum disease.  I don't floss.  I've never been good at it.  So I actually had to do two cleanings in a row to help get my teeth healthy again.  And since then, it's been some effort but it's paid off.

Today when I went, she said it was looking good.  The gum disease was receding, almost gone and my teeth were well taken care of.  I've been flossing fairly regularly and brushing my teeth two to three times a day.  Now they feel a bit sore but all clean and shiny.

There's two not so good things though.  One - I have a small cavity.  Two - I have to go for a root canal consultation.

I know, I said my teeth looked good.

Well, overall, they do.  I've had very little dental work and the dentist remarked how strong and healthy they were.  The small cavity was actually there last year when they took my X-rays but it was so minute that they didn't catch it. 

The root canal consultation is because I've had this overly sensitive tooth that has been bothering me for at least a year, which is essentially what prompted me to go back to the dentist in the first place.  At first, it seemed sensitive to anything - heat, cold, pressure, sweets, etc.  So it was hard to narrow down the issue.  Even last year, they couldn't find anything glaringly wrong with it, except maybe a dark spot at the tip of the tooth, up inside my gums.  They didn't seem too worried so we applied some sort of enamel cover and decided to see how it went.

Well, the extreme heat sensitive isn't there anymore.  It's mostly cold and air.  I can't rinse my mouth after brushing my teeth with cold water because it hurts and I can't eat like lunchmeat or cold hot dogs (I know, whatever!  I like them!) because the extreme concentrated cold hurts.

They took another X-ray and saw that same dark spot at the tip of the tooth.  They banged on the tooth with one of their instruments and it seems fine.  They don't see a crack or cavity and as a matter of fact, the dentist doesn't understand why this tooth would be a problem since it's pretty much had no dental work in the past.

So I have to go for this consultation and I'm probably going to have to do it before I go to Hawaii.  They say the pressure on the plane can affect a sensitive tooth so there's a good chance I might have to get the procedure done within the next few weeks.  The cavity will be filled on June 16th and since it's in between my teeth, they're going to have to drill.

And that leads me to my problems - I'm terrified of needles.  Everyone assures me, "Oh, he's [the dentist] great at giving shots. You don't even feel it.  You don't even know it happened."  But it's not the pain or the feeling it or anything like that.  It's just knowing that the needles is within five feet of me and is going to be inserted into one of the most sensitive parts of my body.  I could suck it up if they were drawing blood - I wouldn't like it and would probably have a small panic attack but I would suck it up.  But the needle in the mouth - makes me faint just thinking about it.

I'm hoping the root canal consultation will lead to nothing but a recommendation for a crown.  I'm hoping he will say, oh, the nerves a bit exposed but not damaged - let's just cover it up and be on with our day.  Because god forbid, if I have to get the root canal done, their probably going to need to sedate me.

They will be for my cavity filling.  And that is a 100% why I love my dentist office - they know I have a needle-phobia so instead of forcing the shot on me, they prescribed me some Valium and will give me nitrous oxide during the procedure.  And that is awesome!  I won't care about the needles if I'm high as a kite.

That just adds to the things I have to do before Hawaii.  Activities planning.  Clothes shopping.  Packing.  Haircut.  Root canal.

Awesome!

There's stuff to say but I am way too tired to form a coherant thought.

So here's a question instead:

At the end of the month, I will be vacationing for eight glorious days in the great state of Hawaii.  I can't begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to it.

I have been designated as the activities coordinator, however.  So what I need are suggestions of great places to see?  I don't mind the touristy stuff but I prefer the off the beaten path local advice for restaurants and sights.  I like seeing places as the locals see them.  I think that's the best way to experience the beauty of a place.

So we'll be staying on Oahu, more specifically, in Waikiki.  We will have a rental car and aren't adverse to driving (what's high gas prices when you're on vacation?) and we also aren't opposed to island hopping, though we'd prefer to keep most of our activities to Oahu.

So where should we go?  I need your advice, oh lovely interwebs!

Dear Sammy,

I'm sure most people will probably think this is absolutely silly.  I mean, who writes a letter to their dog?  How pathetic of a person to you have to be to write words to something that can't even comprehend these words?

As I'm writing this, you are sitting on the couch tucked in the crease of cushions next to your Daddy.  A big thunderstorm is moving in and, as always, you are terrified and shaking and I truly think if he'd let you, you crawl up inside of him.  I sometimes wonder, at times like this, what you went through before you came to us to make you so absolutely terrified of a little thunder and lightning.  And then I realize that it breaks my heart to think about it and I force myself to move on.

One year ago today, your Daddy and I went out searching.  We knew we wanted to bring a dog into our lives and we had been searching for months for just the right one.  Daddy is allergic to most types of animals and we lived in apartment, so it wouldn't be very fair to bring a big dog into a 900 square foot space.  So to say we were limited was an understatement.

We ended up at the Doc Williams SPCA in Goose Creek.  I remember being led into the room where all the little dogs were in evenly spaced cages up against the wall and they all were whining and begging for attention.  That, truthfully, was the hardest part.  If I could have scooped every one of them up and taken them home, I would have.

I wasn't the one who saw your first - your Daddy was.  He walked right over to where you sat, all scruffy and wild looking in your cage, and knelt down and as soon as he did, you greeted him by standing on your back paws and licking the finger he stuck in the hole.  He immediately turned to me and said, "I want that one!".

And Sammy, my baby, my precious lovey-dog, I looked right at you and said, "Ewww! No, I want that one!" and pointed to a little Shih Tzu in the cage across from you.  And even to this day, your Daddy doesn't let me live it down but it doesn't matter because I now look at you, with your wild mane and big ears and scruffy "eyebrows", and I truly think that you are the cutest dog in the world.

We weren't sure at first.  We didn't know if we were ready.  We weren't sure if you were the right one.  The ladies at the shelter let us take you out and meet you.  We even got to take you for a walk, where you immediately peed on my foot.  We took that as a sign that you wanted to be ours and within an hour, you were on Daddy's lap in the car with your head out the window and your ears blown back, looking like you had just been released from death row. 

We immediately went to PetSmart and commenced the spoiling and even after a year, that hasn't stopped.  Everytime one of us goes to the store, we always end up coming home with something for you, be it a treat or a new toy.  You are one of the only dogs I know who has an entire doggy bed full of stuffed animals.  If I could just teach you to pick them up after you drag them out then we'd be rich and I'd buy you all the stuffed toys your heart desires.  Who am I kidding?  I already do!

It's been a rough year.  Your cuteness definitely disguised the fact that you were a bit rough around the edges.  We know someone must have treated you bad because you have your moments where you can be awfully mean.  We found out very quickly that you don't like your paws touched.  You don't like to be bothered when sleeping or eating.  And if you're scared, you have a tendency to lash out and snap at us.  This is a behavior we definitely don't like, as you have bitten both myself and your Daddy pretty good, but we are working on that.  We are trying to teach you to love and trust us again and to make you realize that we are there to keep you safe and take care of, not to hurt you.  And it is a long and tiring process but we have seen quite a bit of progress over the year and that gives us hope for the future.

But there are better moments that make me so very grateful we decided to bring you in our lives.  I don't have any babies but you are my baby at the moment.  My heart swells when I come home from a long day at work and you are there to greet me, shaking your tail so fast your butt moves with it and following me around the house until I finally pay attention to you.  Or when you jump up on the couch and snuggle yourself into my lap, staring up at me with those huge brown eyes that make me wonder why you always look so sad when at that very moment, you seem so very happy.  Or how, in the morning, you come out of your bed and climb in ours then find that little crook in my lower back or my belly and snuggle yourself in until you are comfortable and almost laying on top of me.  And if I move even the slightest away from you, you scoot yourself over until your body is touching mine again.

I love when I ask if you want to go "Bye-bye!" and you freak the HELL out, as if your little head is going to explode if we don't go now, right now, Mama, I want to go NOW!  And when you really want attention, you climb up on my chest after being invited and lay with your face in front of mine until I pet you.

You love giving kisses and will lick anyone's face off if they let you.  You will sit and speak for treats and have learned to go down when told.  You have learned so much in the past year and we are so very proud of you.

The greatest thing that has happened is you got your own backyard and boy, have you made it known that the yard is yours. There have been many weekend days where the sun is beating down on the grass and I've poked my head out of the sliding glass door to find you flat on your back, legs splayed and chin stretched out, soaking up the sun.  You'll lay like that for a good half an hour as if all you want to do in life is soak up the sun. 

You killed a mole the other day.  Your Daddy and I were pretty sure that's what had been plaguing our yard but we weren't positive.  You had been digging and digging for days and we will admit that we did yell at you as we had just spent about $200 planting new grass seed in most of the areas you dug in.  Then I came home one day and your Daddy said you were outside and I peeked out because no one had been watching you and lo and behold, I find you standing over something and gray.  From far away, it looked like a bird but as I got closer and you stared up at me panting and smiling, I realized it was a little grey mole, about eight inches long and it was as sure as dead.  And as I called for Daddy to come out and take care of it, you stood there looking at me expectedly, like you were so amazingly proud of what you had caught and I couldn't help but praise you for being such a good boy and getting rid of that pesky mole.

I couldn't be mad at you because, as a terrier, that is in your nature.  And to be painfully honest, that mole was starting to become a nuisance anyway.  And you were so very proud.  I just didn't want to clean it up so I made your Daddy do it and ever since, you've stopped digging and prefer to sun yourself, as if you'd slain the dragon and all was quiet in the kingdom.

Now the thunderstorm has passed and you're contently sprawled between your Daddy and I and as I look at you all curled up near us, close enough to be part of us but far enough away to feel like you have your own space, I can't help but think how grateful I am that your Daddy found you because I can't imagine my life without you!

I love you Sammy-Sam!  Happy Adoption Birthday!

Love,

Mama

(To those of you who read this without shaking your head and thinking I'm crazy dog lady - thank you!)

I was feeling a little under the weather yesterday and had no motivation to write an entry.  That would require forming a clear thought and I had none of those.

I really just loafed around this weekend.  Friday night I had to work, so I cracked open a bottle of wine, started up the laptop and hung out while Steve and a friend played Grand Theft Auto IV (did I mention that game was kinda awesome?).

I also see that I wrote an entries on bathrooms.  That, my friends, is what wine will do to you.  I am apparently awesome as well.

But yesterday - well, yesterday was a whole other story.  Steve worked then had plans to go on the boat and fish with some of his coworkers.  I was really looking forward to a whole day by myself.  A WHOLE day meaning him NOT coming home at 3pm.  Sometimes when he works on Saturdays, that looms ahead of me like a deadline because if I'm cleaning, I get into a groove and I usually end having to work around him or stop completely when he gets home because we have sudden plans or he wants to go do something.  And I really don't blame him because after cleaning all day, I want to go do something too but at the same time, I want to finish what I've started.

So back to having a day to myself.  I was excited, y'all!  Like, dance in my underwear Risky Business style excited.  I had a ton of my shows (i.e. ones that even I feel bad forcing him to watch, like America's Next Top Model) backlogged on the TiVo.  I had some shopping I wanted to do.  I had a house to clean and a pile of laundry that has been sitting on the couch waiting to be folded for the past two weeks, at least.  I had books to read and interweb sites to surf.

And I had over 12 hours to do all of this in, without snide remarks from him about what I was watching or loud sighs because I was taking up the laptop AND the TV.

And I could turn the A/C down as low as I needed it.

(Side note: yes, these are the things we fight over!  Part of me finds them ridiculously stupid but part of me gets so angry because I want to be selfish and it's wrong for me to be.  I want to watch TV and surf the web but he says it's not fair to take up two of the main forms of entertainment.  I want the air down to 68 degrees but he thinks that's a ridiculous temperature and constantly turns it up.  He has a point, at least on the TV/laptop thing but I don't want to be fair.  I had to be fair my whole life.  I want to be stubborn and selfish and mean.  Sometimes.)

(One more side note: I totally acted like a twelve-year-old when we fought over the A/C this morning.  I turned it down to 68 last night and when we got up he had turned it back up to 72.  It was hot and humid in the house and my sinuses were bothering me like crazy so I turned it back down.  I'm not doing this to be irrational - if it's hot in the house, it gets stuffy and my sinuses are sensitive to temperature change and air pressure and that gives me migraines.  And he doesn't get it and I try to say, you know how we don't stay at places long where there are cats because you're allergic?  That's what this is like.  So I turned it back down and he came right behind me, bitching and turning it back up as I walking down the hall.  I yelled back and was so mad that I actually slammed our bedroom door then threw myself on our bed.  I haven't done that since I was a teenager but damn did it feel good.  Totally didn't make a point though because he's even more stubborn than I am because SOMEONE turned it up to 78.  He vehemently denied doing it but I didn't touch it.  So we either have ghosts or the dog figured out how to do.  Or, he was being vindictive, something we both are unfortunately very good at.)

But after being off tangent, let me see if I can figure out where I was.  Ah yes, a day at home.

The dog woke me up at 8:30am which was not cool.  I let him out, had a small breakfast, then sat on the couch to check my email.  From then on, I realized I was just so physically and mentally tired and couldn't motivate myself to do anything.  I watched two weeks worth of Grey's Anatomy, stared at the mess in my house, contemplated taking Sammy to the dog park and then just wandered around aimlessly trying to figure out something.

I did end up going out to return some clothes to Old Navy.  By the time I got on the road, I was realized I was so hungry I was shaking, which makes me feel just "not right", so I stopped by Chick-Fil-A and scarfed some food.  I hate eating like that because I usually feel sick right after.  But I sucked it up and returned the clothes then went to the mall to buy some books I had been waiting for.  I bought six!  Three by Jodi Picoult (The Pact, Salem Falls, and Plain Truth), Certain Girls by Jennifer Weiner, Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella and Such a Pretty Fat by Jen Lancaster.  The latter three were going to be beach reads for my Hawaii trip but since Kinsella and Weiner's books were only available in hardcover, I'll probably read them first and bring the paperbacks with me (I don't feel like lugging hardcovers on the plane).

From there, I came home and felt so drained that I just laid in the bed and read The Pact all day.  I had it finished before I went to bed last night - it was that good.  Steve actually ended up coming home around 7pm and he and his friend hung out while I laid in bed and read.  It was just one of those days where I felt like only part of me was here and coherant.  But I think I needed it.

This morning, the dog woke us up around 7:30 am (seriously, WTF dog?).  I let him out then laid on the couch and feel asleep until around 9am.  Woke up to find Steve playing GTA IV again! Then we hung around until about 2 when we met up with some friends to see Baby Mama, have dinner at O'Charley's then go to this exclusive after-hours even our local Best Buy was having with all sorts of sales and specials.

I have to say Baby Mama had it's moments but I think Fey and Poehler really held back.  It could have been a lot funnier than it was.  O'Charley's was good, as always (they have these amazing cinammon-sugar donuts and this awesome Strawberry Skyy Lemonade drink) and we found quite a few good deals at Best Buy.

It was a much busier day than yesterday but it was nice and productive.  Now we just have to prepare for May and the summer.  Sometimes it's nice to not have anything planned or anything to do. 

My theory is that if we're busy enough to be relieved to have a weekend where we can sit around playing video games and not get dressed then we must be doing something right.