Sleepy Time Gal

I haven't been feeling up to par for awhile.....no energy at all, just very, very tired. So the doctor sent me for a sleep study at the local hospital Tuesday night.

The hospital had sent me a brochure, telling about what to expect and saying the bedrooms were especially decorated to make you feel like home and not in a hospital. I don't know about you, but putting a bedspread on a hospital bed didn't make me feel at home. The best thing about the room was that it had a nice flat screen tv.

Got there, put my pjs on and spent 45 minutes while the technician applied all these electrodes on my head, face, chest and ankles. Then added these two belts above and over my abdomen. Now, these all had wires that were inserted into this box which had a cable which was inserted into another box which transmitted information to a computer. Trying to sleep without getting tangled up in all these wires is not the easiest thing to do. Then, as usual, I woke up around 2AM to use the bathroom. I had to call the technician to unhook me from all these monitoring devices just so I could go.

It was a very strange experience. I mean, here I am in my sleepwear, sittiing on the bed, all alone with the male and he's putting these things all over my body. There weren't any other hospital staff around. I mean, when I go to most male doctors now, they normally make sure there is another female in the room to protect themselves from being accused of improprieties and here I am with this strange man in a bedroom setting and no one else around.

I haven't heard about if, and what, they found. I doubt very much. I was very happy to be home in my own bed last night.

Let's Try This One More Time

Hopefully, the Blog Gods will be good to me and let me send this one.

Monday was our 7th wedding anniversary. I admit Mike isn't my first husband, but he IS my favorite. Normally when I refer to Mike in emails and sometimes in introductions, I refer to him as my LSH, meaning "long suffering husband." You'll probably get to understand why I call him that as I tell more in future blogs.

We had reservations at 7PM at the place where we were married. It's a great restaurant on the Navesink River called the Salt Creek Grille. We were married outside at 5PM and Mother Nature rewarded us with an amazing sunset.

Now LSH isn't normally the type to pace around looking at his watch if I'm running a little late, but he was very hyper this night. He kept saying "but our reservations are for 7PM; we're gonna be late." I replied that it was Monday night and there would be plenty of tables. Then I added "You're acting like we're meeting people." We walked into the restaurant and I spot our best man, Dave, & his wife, Patty, who we don't get to see very often. After some hugs, I jokingly said "What, you didn't invite Candy (my best friend and maid of honor)? Just as I finished my sentence, who walks in the door but Candy! What a great surprise. At the table, there was a beautiful bouquet of fall flowers for me and 2 smaller ones for Patty & Candy. We drank champagne, ate too much and had a lot of laughs. We topped off our meal with the SCG's famous Chocolate Souffle. I overindulged that night, but it was worth it.

I found out that Mike had contacted them in August to make sure they would be available. Isn't he the best?!

I'm Not Happy Right Now

I just spent 45 minutes writing a post and when I pressed the publish button, I got a error message and it doesn't look like it got saved, although I had saved it.

How often does this happen????

So this is my post for Wednesday, just to let anyone who might be reading this, that I haven't abandoned my blog already.

As Scarlett O'Hara said "After all, tomorrow IS another day."

Jersey Girl

As you can see, my blog title is "Forever A Jersey Girl."
I was raised and I live in Jersey (true, I was born in Rockville Centre, NY and lived in Valley Stream for awhile, but we moved when I was 4, so I don't think it counts).


Dictionary.com's definition of girl is:

1. a female child, from birth to full growth. I pass the test on this one.

2. a young, immature woman, esp. formerly, an unmarried one. Well, I've definitely been called immature, but I' m married and young wouldn't be the first word people would use to describe me.

3. a daughter: My wife and I have two girls. Ok here, I am someone's daughter.

I guess the issue might be with definition #2. Physically, my body is not young. I'm old enough to have a Jersey girl myself (hell, I'm old enough to have a Jersey granddaughter!) But, I tell myself, being a Jersey girl is a state of mind.

Now, why would I care about this? After all, being considered a Jersey girl often doesn't warrant a lot of respect.

"What's the difference between trash and a Jersey girl?"

At least trash gets picked up once in awhile.

Now you might think I'd take offense to that "joke." But, actually, my reaction is completely the opposite. I want to say "thank you" to the genius who thought that one up. I mean, what do you think of if guy says "Yeah, I "picked up" this babe last night." You're thinking "wow, he got lucky and she's a tramp." So, I take no offense to this joke at all.

How many other states are famous for their girls? (Okay, California, but that's a whole other subject). Would Tom Waits write a song about Illinois or Missouri girls? Just doesn't have the same panache, so to speak.
Where I get in trouble with my fellow Jersey girls is my strict geographical qualifier to be a true Jersey girl. You MUST live in a coastal NJ county from Monmouth south. Going "down the shore" to the rental you share in Belmar with a few dozen people (most of whom you don't even know) & hanging at Bar A or The Osprey (is that even there anymore?) does not make you a Jersey girl. My sisters in North Jersy will fight me on this, but Jersey girl is synonymous with the beach. Just visiting doesn't count.

So, here's to all Jersey Girls, whatever age you may be. See you on the boardwalk.

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Under Construction

Okay. I'm a little nervous. I've never done this before. Blog, I mean. As you can see, I haven't finished setting up my page; I haven't finished completing all my personal info. I don't know how you do half the things you need to do on a blog, like show links to websites, post pix, and what the heck is a favicon?
Writing a blog is like talking to yourself (which I do all the time; yes, out loud). You're saying things that you think and feel, but no one is really listening. But, so what? I feel better for saying it.
I've been looking at a lot of the other blogs and I don't see how I'm going to compete. So, if by some chance, someone is out there taking the time to read this, please bear with me. This may not turn out to be the prettiest blog on the internet, but it's all mine.