So last night we ventured down the casino one more time in search of food. We ordered some take out from the Mexican place they have here and then gambled on a couple of machines for a while. No big wins but so far we are only down 25.00 in gambling for the trip thus far.
We got our food and came back up to the room and then same as last night we ate and watched TV and went to bed.

This morning we got up and hit the breakfast buffet-actually getting it for free this time. We hit it around 10:00 and it was fairly crowded. By the time we left it was getting deserted so we figured everyone ran in to have breakfast before check out time, given that it’s Sunday.

Rob’s Breakfast

My Breakfast

After we stuffed ourselves we walked over to the mini golf and plunked down our six dollars each for a round. My first hole I actually got a hole in one! Since I never play I was pretty excited. In the end Rob won by two strokes but I did get a second hole in one on the 16th hole.

Hole in one bitches!!!!

After we were done with golf we wandered over to the go cart racing area and raced. There wasn’t a crowd so it was just Rob and I on the track but it was really fun. And my arms are going to be soooo sore tomorrow.

They take their racing seriously!

When we were done we headed back to the hotel room and ran through our options of what we wanted to do with the rest of the day. Rob had mentioned that there was a huge sporting goods store a few miles away that had a Ferris wheel in the middle of it and that he’d like to see that so we headed down to the car and took off.
The place really was huge, and while we weren’t really in the market for sporting goods it had some really cool exhibits. We ended up taking more pictures there than we have the whole trip.

Welcome to Sheels!

What does the fox say??

The archway at the entrance was a giant fish tank.

Quite the catch!

On the way home we stopped at TJ Maxx and I got a darling sweater, driving gloves, hat and scarf combo, lip gloss and new head phones all for under 50.00. I love clearance!
Now we are back up in the room and are relaxing a bit. Our plans for the night are to go bowling and play some more gamble. While I was at TJ Maxx Rob hit up Target and got us some salads for dinner tonight. Cheap and light…I thought it was a good idea since we are hitting up another free breakfast buffet in the morning.

That’s all for now.

So I’ve discussed in here before that my dogs don’t usually have gas or any time of stomach issues.  Shilo had a bout of liqui-shits that lasted a couple of days and has been heard only twice letting out a fart.  They just don’t usually have issues.

Last night I was sitting on the couch after work while Rob was cooking dinner in the kitchen and Shilo was sitting next to me as usual, curled up thisclosetome.  All of a sudden her stomach let out a small gurgle, followed my a larger gurgle and then and even bigger gurgle.  Each time this happened she just looked up at me as if to say: “What the hell was that Mother?”  After that it would gurgle almost every 60 seconds.  I finally laid her on her back and put my hand on her tummy, and you could feel the gas just moving around in there.  Poor thing.  We watched her for a while she didn’t appear to be in any discomfort.  Rob threw the ball to her, and she chased it as usual.

I did take her out even though she had made a poop when we first got home and she did have a very loose one.  After that her tummy settled down, and we didn’t think anything about it.

Earlier today my husband emailed me that he didn’t feel very well.  Like his stomach was all full of gas, and he just felt crummy.  He came home around four and took a nap.

After work, I headed out to Hula’s to meet up with my friend Jourdain who I haven’t seen since 9 to 5 wrapped, and we had a delightful dinner.  I had some sort of weird allergic reaction to the fish that I ordered when my tongue tingled and then got these swollen spots all over it, but other than that I was fine.

After dinner, we crashed a rehearsal at Paper Wing and then I headed home.

Rob was still in bed when I got home, so I headed to the bathroom to pee and got caught up reading a magazine.  As I was reading my stomach started to make all these gurgling noises and before I knew it I was having a pretty severe case of the runs.

That brings us to now.  I feel fine, but I can tell there is going to be another trip to the bathroom at some point.  Rob appears to feel better after napping and Shilo seems to have made a full recovery.

So I’m hoping it was just the mildest flu bug ever to run through the Machado household, and the worst is already in the past.

January started out with a bang when I landed the role of Roz Keith in 9 to 5 The Musical.  This would be my first and only show where I got to sing a solo.  I was stoked, but terrified.  It was also the month that Avenue Q closed and I was very sad to see it go.  That was one fun show, one where I conquered many fears including my fear of heights.

In February I came down with a pretty bad sinus infection that lasted forever and rehearsals started for 9 to 5…I once again was reminded how uncoordinated I am at dancing.  We had house guests for the first time in forever as a band that Rob had played a gig with prior stayed the night on their way to start a tour.

March was a pretty huge milestone month for me as it was the month that I quit smoking.  Yes, I have quit before but this time it stuck.  This was the first time where I wasn’t smoking socially or sneaking the occasional drag off a friends cig.  I even went the whole trip in Vegas without a smoke.  I don’t think that has ever happened before.  For some reason a switch was flipped within me and I was just done.
Also that month Rob did another burlesque show, we had a weekend sleepover with the dogs at Rudy and Jade’s house and a pigeon flew into a 9 to 5 rehearsal…it was a thing.

In April 9 to 5 opened and I was amazed at the fact that I didn’t choke doing my first solo.  The audience at it up.  Despite that, depression began to creep in that month and I’m afraid that it lasted or quite a while.  As did a cold that I managed to pick up after opening weekend.   Also The Paper Wing Fairy was born during a shopping trip with Koly.

May found me in a panic as I managed to forget to bring my costumes to closing weekend of 9 to 5 and didn’t discover it until a half an hour to curtain.  I was and will always be forever grateful to Marjory who sprang into action and found replacement pieces for me to wear with just minutes to spare and to my cast mates for rallying around me when I started to have a meltdown.   I also had a great 39th birthday dinner with my inlaws and attended a really fun birthday party for Michaelle’s boys at Toro Park.

June started out pretty awesome with a girls day with my bestie Paula and got better with a couple of theater dates to see some new shows.  There was a whole fiasco when a turtle was found in our backyard that ended up with him being released back into the wild(my bad George, I mistakenly thought you were a pet).  I got to have a weekend to myself when Rob went camping at the Weckers house and got some kick ass sockmonkey earrings from Heather.  Had a Joss Whedon geekfest with two other fans seeing Much Ado About Nothing and got one hell of a sunburn having a doggie date with Natalie.  Boy, June was busy!

In July things slowed down a bit, my depression started to lessen ironically as I started to ween myself off of my anti depressant meds.  Attended a BBQ at Rob’s friends house and hung out later that month in Santa Cruz while they played for the Wharf to Wharf race.  I also got to meet the Hanner zombie baby.  🙂

August began with seeing a great performance of Macbeth and then a fantastic girls day with my bestie.  That was quickly followed by a weekend to myself in Gilroy where I conquered a fear of driving on the freeway by myself.  Rob and I celebrated our13th anniversary and then jetted off to Maine to visit with my family and friends.

September found us still in Maine eating tons of fried foods and doing lots of tourist things.  Once we got home I became obsessed with making whoopie pies and we attended Jay’s annual pirate party.  Rob got busy rehearsing for Rocky Horror and I became obsessed with Sons of Anarchy.  Shandee came back for a visit and Jenn had her baby shower.

In October we started to have some internet issues and Rocky Horror opened.  I became obsessed with making crackers from scratch and was honored to help a friend get ready for her vow renewal with her husband.  Had a super date night with Lucy, Chris and Angie to see my hubs rock it at Rocky Horror and went back to see the show solo for their midnight Halloween show.

November started with a power outage straight out of a horror movie, but got much better when my husband built me a bass and had it painted in a Sunflower theme.  Had a very cool date with Landess to see Pontypool and began a very nice and relaxing vacation to Vegas.  On said trip I got the pink panels in my hair I have wanted for so long and we went go cart racing for the first time.  Celebrated the 14 year anniversary of our engagement as well as Thanksgiving.

In December I gave up on all the lame excuses that kept me immobile this year and signed back up for the Vegas 1/2 marathon.  Rob and I saw Bob’s Holiday Office Party and laughed our asses off and then had a fantastic Casino Night themed Christmas party for his work.  Had a great holiday party at my own work and was really grateful for the friends that I had.  Accidentally cracked the screen on my laptop but was thankful to receive an old spare one from my father in law to solve my problem.

I have lots of resolutions for the new year.  I don’t usually do them, but this year I really want to start improving myself.  40 years old is rapidly approaching and I am not where I thought I would be in my life.  Not necessarily in a bad way but still…not how I pictured myself.  I want to be healthier.  I want to fight my depression.  I want to keep a cleaner house…all these things fall under the category of self improvement and I need to get on it.

So I’ve been flirting writing with this blog for a little bit now.  It’s something that has been irritating me a lot lately and that is people trying to make other people feel guilty because their lives are going well due to their life choices.  Maybe it’s PMS that is helping me write it now.

An example is something that we deal with every day from customers at work that live on the east coast or another snowy, cold location.  They call in and after they complete whatever they called in for they ask how the weather is out in California.  They DO NOT care what the weather is like out in “sunny California”, they simply want to use that as a springboard to tell you how MISERABLE the weather has been where they live.  And if you so much as dare to tell them that it has been a little “chilly” lately they will scoff and tell you “don’t know cold” because they are expecting snow and or *insert-put-you-in-your-place-reply-here*.

Guess what sir?  I lived my first 25 years on this planet in the cold and snow in Maine.  I shoveled snow and drove in hail and freezing rain and I HATED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!  So guess what I did?  I fucking moved!  Everyone has a choice and I chose to move to a warmer climate, so try and remember that when you want to one up me on how much you are suffering.

It’s not a fucking competition!  I don’t understand why everyone wants to make it one!

Recently Rob and I paid off our credit cards.  In Arizona we used our credit cards to pay for things we didn’t need, like trips to Vegas – I’ll own that.  But when we moved to California and both took a pay cut, those credit cards quickly became a means to survive.  Years and many pay raises later, we were able to start paying large amounts on the principles of those credit cards and that led to the eventual paying off of the balances.  Once that happened we found ourselves with a small abundance of cash flow freed up and decided to start saving for new things.  So far I have a new Ipad, Rob a new computer and we had a nice little trip to Vegas.  We also have enough saved up already to buy a well deserved new mattress.  The one we have is older than our marriage and the reason for many crooked necks and backs.

Now to be fair a lot of people have given praise for us being able to do this and that is cool, but I don’t need or expect your praise.  But what I ALSO don’t need is your guilt trip about how you are poor and I am buying semi expensive things.  I’ve done my time.  And yes, I am fully aware that part of the reason we are no longer in credit card debt is the fact that we have no children.  But guess what, we didn’t want any!  So go cluck your tongue at the fact that you have to buy diapers somewhere else!  We made a choice just as you did.  I’m sorry that you are in debt right now because you have kids.  Someday they will grow up and support you but you don’t see me guilting you about that fact that we don’t have anyone to take care of us when we are old do you?  I also don’t guilt you about all the love and milestone moments you receive that we do not.  Sometimes I wish I had that too but in the long run I know that wasn’t for me…but you will never hear me bitching about it to you!

I guess what I’m trying to say is maybe you should stop and think about the other persons situation before you pass judgement or talk shit behind their back.   Does it make you feel better about your own situation to make another person feel bad about their achievements that they have worked for in life?  If it does, maybe you need to just sit back and think about what that means…

What am I thankful for this year?

I guess a lot of things.  I’m thankful as always for my loving husband and our precious dogs.

I’m thankful for a great long trip home to Maine earlier this year.  Though it had it’s frustrating moments I got to do most everything I wanted to and had the longest visit I’d had with my mom in a long time.  In the same vein, I’m grateful that while my mother’s health isn’t perfect, she is doing much better than she had been in the past.

I’m thankful that I married into a very loving and caring family.  My in laws are some really great people and I just adore them.  I hear a lot of horror stories fly around about in laws and how horrible they can be but I’ve never had an issue.  I think that if I actually sat down and dreamed up the perfect in laws, my actual in laws would surpass them in terms of awesomeness.

I’m grateful for that I am employed and actually get paid pretty well for what I do.  While I get frustrated at times when my callers aren’t the nicest, I really enjoy the people I work with and the sweet customers make it worthwhile.

I’m extremely thankful for the great health insurance that my husband’s work provides.   Especially with what I see other people going through right now, I am really pleased that Rob works for a company that can provide for their employees the the best of their abilities and really go the extra mile to see that they and their families are cared for in the best way possible.  It is rare in this day and age.

I am over the moon with gratitude for paying of our credit cards this year.  It was a long hard struggle and it literally paid off.  There were years where we had to use the credit cards to survive and to no longer be a slave to that AND to have more money in our savings because we no longer have to pay off the balances is amazing.

I’m glad for a successful Vegas trip this year in that we didn’t lose our shirts, had the perfect amount of downtime and on the go time and we had a lot of fun.

I’m grateful that I found the desire and willpower to quit smoking this year.   8 months ago in fact.  This is the first time that I have quit smoking where I didn’t resort to smoking socially.  The only trip I’ve ever taken to Vegas where I didn’t smoke and the first play I did a full run of other than Repo where I was more disciplined because Rob was in it with me, where I didn’t smoke while at the theater.  It’s also the first time that I have quit that I feel like I’m really DONE with it.

I’m thankful for my friends.  I have a lot of acquaintances and a few really close friends.  My close friends know me inside and out and are talked to on an almost daily basis.  That is not to discredit my other friends with whom I can have amazing fun and fantastic conversations with even though we don’t speak on a regular basis anymore.  I’ve been missing  a lot of those friendships lately, but I’m glad that they existed and will hopefully always be around.

I’m forever thankful to have theater as an outlet but am also glad to have free time on my hands.  When I first started theater I jumped in with both feet and did back to back shows for a year.  I burned myself out and made myself depressed and miserable.  I’m happy that I have found a balance between my home life and my theater life that seems to be working to give me the stage fix I so desire but the boring home life that I love.

I’m sure there is tons more that I’m thankful for but I’m going to close until next year.

I got an email from my husband this morning titled: “Fourteen years ago you said yes.”  It brought happy tears to my eyes.

Fourteen years ago today I made the easiest decision of my young life.  At 25 I changed my stance on my lifelong declaration that marriage wasn’t for me.

As long as I can remember I’ve always said I never wanted to get married.  I could blame it on seeing my parents’ marriage fall apart and that might have been the reason when I was a lot younger, but as I got older and started dating, I just never found anyone that fit.  I would enjoy the chase of the dating scene but once I landed the one that I wanted I was bored and ready for the next challenge.

I had thought I was in love a couple of times in my life but looking back that was more of just attraction and eventually just not wanting to be lonely.

Truth be told, the longest relationship I had before I met Rob was 6 whole months.  I got bored easily and no one ever kept me interested in the long term.

14 years ago I knew in my heart that I had met the man that I could easily spend my golden years with.  Even though I had only met him three months prior.

He fit.  We fit.  We made sense.

Fourteen years and one day ago I met his family for the first time.  We traveled from our house in Arizona to his parents place in Salinas, California for Thanksgiving.

The next day he took me sightseeing, including where he went to high school in Pebble Beach.  He showed me around the campus and then to the little chapel that was on the grounds.

I was admiring the stained glass windows fourteen years ago when the big grandfather clock began to chime in the noon hour.  I turned around to say something to Rob and found him down on one knee with ring extended.

Fourteen years ago I said yes, and I have never regretted it a single day.

This time next week Rob and I will be on the road to Vegas.  This will be the first trip there in three years where I won’t have the half marathon looming over my head.  That is both good and bad.

I’ve done the half marathon the last three years in a row in various stages of fitness, my last year being the worst.  Because last year was so miserable for me because of my lack of training for several reasons I decided this year that I would not sign up.  I needed a break.

In deciding that I basically gave myself permission to give up on myself as far as fitness was concerned.  And believe me when I tell you that I took that to heart!  I have done very little in the way of working out this year.  I have a once a week yoga/Pilates class that I take at work but that was it.  I was lucky if I went for a walk once a month this year.  It was downright disgusting.

The result of that is that I’ve gained a very uncomfortable 20 pounds and have also gained very little desire or willpower to do anything about it.  This is something I have to deal with on my own.  What I’m finding is that when pushed (even by myself) I want to resort back to very bad and unhealthy behavior to get the weight off fast and that just isn’t an option.  I put this information on the internet to hold myself accountable.  I’m not perfect, I never will be.  In my past I have done horrible things to my body to try to lose weight and make myself feel better about myself.  The urge to do that comes back so easily it is scary.

So what I need to do is get back into fitness.  And I will.  I can’t berate myself anymore for eating.  It triggers a very bad place in my mind that I no longer desire to go.  I will work on this in my own time.

In the mean time, the good part about this upcoming vacation is that it will be the first vacation I’ve had in three years where I wasn’t stressed about something.  With Vegas it was always about the marathon and how broken I would be after.  This last trip to Maine was about staying with my mom.  I LOVE my mother and we get along great.  However being almost 40 years old and sharing a very small space with your mother and your husband for almost two weeks is gonna make you insane, I don’t care who you are.

So, I’m really looking forward to having a vacation where I have nothing pressing….nothing weighing on my mind so I can just relax.  Sounds simple right?  I look forward to that very much.

One week.

So last night I woke Rob up from his nap around five and laid there with him awhile. I realized I was pretty tired but it was too early to go to sleep. So I got up and we finished getting dinner and lunches ready for the next day. I was still dragging so I wondered out loud about going to bed around seven and seeing if I could sleep through the night. I can sleep in on a Saturday or Sunday morning for 14 hours at a stretch so why not sleep through a dark night?
After much inner contemplation I headed to bed while it was still light out. I slept through…
…until 1:30 in the morning.
I woke up with an overwhelming desire to pee so I did so. It was the middle of the night and I had plenty of time to get back to sleep. Or so I thought.
I lay in bed on the cusp of sleep when I heard what sounded like one of our doors shutting and or opening, repeatedly. Instantly I was awake and in the midst of a panic attack because even though my right brain said that it was probably just windy out, my wrong brain remembered watching Paranormal Activity 4 and was actively running every single creepy scene from that movie in my head.
What I didn’t know was that it was raining outside and that the noises I was hearing were rain dripping from the gutters and so forth. What I did know was that ghosts or serial killers had invaded my house and were ready to kill me.
I would have a full on sweating panic attack and then calm down until I heard the noise again five minutes later and start all over again.
This went on for about two and a half hours because I’m not stupid! I know that when you get up to investigate a strange noise, that is how you die in a horror movie!
Around four in the morning Rob got up to pee and went out to the living room. I was ashamed at being such a wuss so I faked sleep but I was relieved because he didn’t come back as a zombie or possessed person so all must be well.
Unfortunately, my body was still in full on panic mode because even though my mind was at ease, at any point after that I felt like if I was falling asleep I was going to stop breathing and jerked myself awake.
I did eventually fall asleep around five thirty and dreamed that I was front row at a Motley Crue concert that was doubled as a haunted house but nothing bad happened. I thankfully woke around seven because Rob had accidentally turned his alarm off.
I’m tired…but I’m afraid to go to bed too early tonight.

On Tuesday it was time to check out of one hotel into another.
Since my mother is no longer mobile enough to come to Vegas to visit us any longer part of this trip was planned around bringing mom to the new casino that had opened up in Oxford, about an hour away.
So we packed up and left the Best Western in Waterville, picked up mom in Augusta and made our way to the Oxford/Poland Springs area. It was too early to check into the hotel so we headed straight for the Oxford Casino.

It was average size for an Indian casino. Slots and table games. We started Mom out with a hundred dollar bankroll with the promise of another hundred if she lost the first. The catch was that anything she made in addition to the first hundred, she got to keep.

We turned her loose and we played some slots and craps before rejoining her and checking her sugar level. It was kinda low so we set off in search of a restaurant we read about and were excited to try, only to find they were closed on Tuesdays.
Bummed, we checked into the hotel, got a restaurant recommendation from the clerk and then got settled into our rooms.

 
We rested for about an hour and then headed to Gray to Cole Farms to get some grub. The place was perfect for us! A real locals place that makes their own stuff. I got the baked Haddock and so did mom while Rob got the homemade chili and we got the coconut shrimp as an appetizer. It was all fantastic!

   
From the restaurant we headed back to the casino for more gaming fun. We all ended up winning in the end with mom getting to keep the 75 bucks she won. She was pretty happy. We grabbed some sandwiches from the snack bar at the casino and headed back to the lodge to sleep on the lumpy mattresses.

On Wednesday we woke and headed straight back to Mom’s house.  I think I may have taken a nap at that point but my memory of this afternoon is kind of fuzzy at this point.  Eventually we ended up at Red Barn to get our Lobster baskets for the evening.  We got three Lobster baskets as well as a mixed seafood basket and a pint of seafood stew.  Oh and a vanilla shake.  It was ready in a jiffy and we headed out to my friend Katherine’s house.

Of all the people I have ever met, I think Katherine is the person I have known the longest that I am still friends with.  We’ve known each other since Jr. High and while we haven’t always been in touch, whenever we get together, be it in person or over the phone it is like no time has passed.  She organized our Wednesday night get together and it ended up being even better than I had hoped.  What started out as the promise of Lobster baskets and fiddleheads with her family turned into a mini high school reunion including two people that I haven’t seen since high school.

The night turned out to be just what I needed.  A nice break from my mom and even my husband(he played guitar on the front porch while chatting with Katherine’s husband) while I got to let loose and laugh.  Perfection in friends, fiddleheads, lobster baskets and margaritas.

I slept very good that night.

On Thursday we allowed ourselves time to sleep in and then headed out to my Auntie Tee’s house in Portland.

We knew when we were first planning this trip that we wanted to do a lot of things so we put some research into the goings on around the state.  One thing that we were particularly excited about was a one night only burlesque show in Portland.  Rob has done music for several burlesque shows put on by a local theater in Monterey.  That has been our only experience with it so we were looking forward to seeing someone elses take on it.

My Aunt Lynda lives in Portland and had generously extended an invitation to stay with her if we wanted when we were first planning the trip so it worked out perfectly.  Just for clarification, her name is Lynda, she goes by Lee and when my brother and I were little we couldn’t say Auntie Lee so we called her Auntie Tee instead.  The name has stuck all these years.

We arrived to Auntie Tee making us homemade beef stew and rolls.  After almost a week of eating out everyday, this was a very welcome sight.  We hung out on her porch and chatted for a bit.  My Aunt lives in a neighborhood with many oak trees.  As a result there are many squirrels running around.  It was this distraction that caused and actual “SQUIRREL!” moment for my mother.  She was talking about something or other and in mid sentence, she literally stopped and shouted: “Oh! A Squirrel!”  This drove Rob and I into tears of laughter because while it is a common joke among my easily distratctable friends to shout Squirrel when they get sidetracked, we had never actually seen someone do it for real.  With an actual squirrel.

Once we recovered we had a delicious dinner of the stew and then my cousins Sherry and Cindy showed up to entertain us with their bickering  before we headed out to the show.

The burlesque show was a benefit for the arts theater that was housing it.  It had some local burlesque groups as well as individual acts.  It was hosted by MC Gay Jay and he was assisted by a very entertaining mime that cleaned up after the acts.

We very much enjoyed the show.  All of the acts were good, if a little under-practiced for a couple of them, but it made for a delightful evening.

Back home we had some leftover stew and went to bed.

Our original plan was for Rob and I to leave mom with Auntie Tee in the morning and take off for Old Orchard Beach.  We hadn’t visited there since one of our first visits back home.  We had no reason to go there other than just to fill some time and since we were pretty tired we decided to nix it and just head home.

After Auntie Tee made us a delish breakfast of course.

We got home and I played around with the Priceline app again and found an even cheaper hotel than the last time in Augusta for that night so Rob and I merely repacked out suitcases and headed out to the Best Western off of Civic Center Drive.  It was a fairly new hotel(by that I mean that it didn’t exist when I lived there) but our room was TINY!    Easily half the size of the room we had at the Best Western in Waterville.  I joked that it was the room they saved for the Priceline cheapskates that didn’t want to pay full price.  Still, it was a real bed(not like the air mattress we had been sleeping on most of the week) and it had a pool.  Of course, it was an outdoor pool and the weather had finally started to get cool, but that didn’t stop me from getting into it and freezing my butt off soon after check in.  I’m on vacation damn it and there is a pool!

Anyhoo, we got some room service from the attached restaurant called “Rooster’s”.  We were told they were famous for their wings so Rob got some, he wasn’t that impressed.  I got a haddock wrap that was okay but overall we weren’t thrilled with the dinner.  Good thing we had some ice cream that we had bought to sustain us.

At some point during that day Katherine contacted me to change our plans to get together and go to the Clinton Fair from Sunday to the following day, Saturday because there was a chance of rain on Sunday.   That was fine with us so I called my friend Kimmy(another friend that I have known almost as long as Katherine and have the same type of longstanding friendship with) and told her we would be in town and we made arrangements to meet at Governer’s for breakfast.

To Be Continued!