We got back a week ago, and it’s always a shock. The fact that four or five of my condo kitchen could fit into my kitchen here. The fact that I can clean the whole condo in the same amount of time as my bedroom and bathroom here. The fact that I have to get in my car and drive several miles if I need something from the store instead of walking across the street. And that there are no friends to visit with without making plans and driving somewhere. But, wow, the desert is so beautiful and green here at this time of year!

Friday was a big day for me. One I had been putting off for nine years. It was the day that I had my first colonoscopy. Ever since I turned 50, various doctors have told me that I need to just do it. Bottom line, is I’m a coward and hate the idea of someone putting a long tube in there, and generally just poking around there. I also know a nurse that works in that office. Awwwkward! When I had my endoscopy in the spring, I promised I would schedule this damn thing, and well, it was time. That made Thursday THAT day. Prep day. Honestly with the amount of weight I gained on the last trip, I should probably just schedule a prep day once or twice a week. And maybe invest in a scale for the condo. I tried not to be hangry that day ( hungry and angry about it), and I think I pulled it off. I consumed over 100 oz. of clear liquids before getting to the half gallon of laxative/ big purge portion of the night’s entertainment. I was still terrified about doing this but (and I almost just spelled that butt), I went through with it. I felt so weak from hunger, I could have eaten my arm! The rumbling in my stomach actually scared the dog. And man the constant running to the bathroom-yikes! It was intense! I felt like just staying in the bathroom with a cooler with the laxative in it and a tablet so I could read. Everyone said the prep part is the worst part and it is so true. I was nervous up until the moment I went under, but everything was fine in the end (couldn’t resist). No cancer. No polyps. Just diverticulosis and I can deal with that!

While in the midst of my colonoscopy angst, Jenna is spending a four day girls weekend with old friends at our condo. Three of the nicest young ladies flew there on Thursday to get a much deserved break at the beach. Of the four, three are wives and mothers with crazy schedules and they need this break desperately. The other one, the sane one, will probably be the one to keep the other three safe this weekend, lol! I’m so glad to be able to provide a place for them to enjoy their time together. And if all goes well and no furniture or appliances have to be replaced and my favorite rug escapes red wine stains, they’ll be welcome back. Fingers crossed!