Monday, December 22, 2014

Ten Days Post Op Hop Hop Hop

Family care and self-care trump blogging these days. Here is a quick update.

First and foremost: I am gratefully maintaining physical, emotional and spiritual recovery. My food sobriety is whole and healthy. I know I have to keep this first in order to have an optimum connection with the spiritual Being and be of service to anyone in a kind and loving manner.

My daughter's care routine is fairly continuous but less stressful and gratefully we have developed a routine that is working for us today. She is already almost completely off the pain medication and has not suffered any side affects from the drugs at all. She is hoping around on one foot and a walker when she is not working from a wheelchair with one leg high in the air, or in bed with a leg elevated high in the air.

Each day she becomes more adapt at doing something else for herself from a safe position. She has a device that she can hold on one end and the other can hook, grab and even magnetically pull things to her. It is a cool tool for the physically challenged. She has another that is a shoe horn on one end and a hook on the other for getting hangers of clothes down from the rack in the closet. She has a pair of finger-less, leather gloves for wheeling and walker grasping. We have risers under the sofa to keep it at her level for when she wants to transfer to other seating during the day. We have rails in the bathroom that help her manage her own needs now that she can balance easier on one leg.

Our dog was very stressed out by my daughter's pain and the expression of it in tears or moans. He is much happier now.

My therapist has me concentrating on acts of self-care of my own during this time so I do not become burnt out or lose sight of my own needs. I had the chance to do some retail therapy yesterday and it was fun. I got to the stores at opening and was out before the crowds jammed in. I even had the joy of directing someone to follow me to my lovely and well positioned parking spot for their use.

The little things can mean a lot.


Thursday, December 11, 2014

Short Medical Update re: Daughter's Leg of Woe

My sincere and lifelong belief in the excellence of medical care New York offers has been officially shattered. She was in the hospital 6 days and left in worse shape than she entered. We are now in Florida and tomorrow she will be having surgery not only to repair the original break but to correct the damage done by the previous medical team.

Details and updates will follow after this weekend.

In case you are wondering: my food sobriety is intact and I am taking care to take care of myself, too.

Thank you for the previous comments. I hope to answer the questions in my posts next week.


Monday, December 1, 2014

Medical Emergency

Thanksgiving was fine. My food sobriety is clean. No sugar, no hidden exceptions. No unplanned eating and no secret food or evasion. THANK GOD for that because there is too much going on to be mired down in food issues.

My daughter in Florida is having a biospy and wants her mommy with her and my daughter in NY fell down the stairs and requires surgery on her leg and wants her mommy with her. 

Here is the diagram of the two bones involved. Ingore where it says 'fracture.' That is nothing like hers.

Here is a photo of her actual x-ray

As you can see in the photo, she completely displaced her tibia and the fibular is splintered. 

The doctors at the hospital look at the rays and say "this is bad." Isn't that cheery?  

Recently Vickie posted how she could not imagine not being with a child who is about to undergo surgery. I agree completely. 

But what do you do when you have two children, 1200 miles apart and both need you at the same time? And you own your own business and the livelihood of others is dependent on you working? It is a horrible nightmare. 

Just after Florida Daughter's procedure is done I will be at the airport getting on the plane to New York daughter. It is going to be a long recovery processed. She is very independent but lives in a three story walk up and takes multiple subways with stairs, ice, snow . . . do you see how that is not going to work with this injury? 

 I do not know when I will post next but will update when I am able. 


Friday, November 28, 2014

The Story of Two Alans (and some photos of the trip)

November 18th -
I just happened to catch 2 minutes of a morning show with Alan Alda and Candace Bergen and found out the two of them were appearing on Broadway in Love Letters. Within 4 hours I had my 72 hour unplanned trip to the Big Apple completely planned, including two night of Broadway shows, a mock Thanksgiving dinner with my NY family and Christmas Shopping downtown.

I priority shipped  clothes to my daughter's before I left so I did not have to check a bag or carry it around the city all day after I landed. I flew up on November 21st. I left home for the airport at 5:30am and arrived at 6:00am. My only bag was a backpack containing my winter coat, hat, gloves, scarves and toiletries and my breakfast. No time for Starbucks at the airport, I boarded the plane at 6:40am and landed at JFK on time, at 10:35. I took the Airtrain to Queens and then the subway into Manhattan, rising from under the streets at 53rd Street and 5th Avenue. Just two blocks from St Patrick's Cathedral (which takes up an entire block). On the block north of St Pat's is Versace. Here is a video of their Christmas decor this year.


On the block south of St Pat's is Saks Fifth Avenue. Their Christmas windows were under wraps until November 24th and this was November 21st so no windows for us.

I planned to spend an hour at St Pat's to visit the the prayer and reflection area for Mother Elizabeth Seton.  St Patrick is in the middle of a $175,000,000.00 restoration. (so many zeros, so many candles to light). The restoration is taking place inside and out.  St Mother Seton's alcove has been removed during this period of renovation. I came to visit with her and I was sad. Gratefully found the Our Lady of Czestochowa area still open and could lighting candles, sit and reflect.

The noise in the cathedral was amazingly low key when you consider that construction workers are in full evidence in many of the nooks and crannies. There is only one exit from the Cathedral at this time and it is not at the entrance area. The tourists and the faithful were all playing the maze game to find it. I left after my hour and crossed the street to Rockefeller Center to see the massive Christmas tree, also still under wraps. Then I walked south and west across town to visit my daughter at work.

On the way I passed at least a dozen Starbucks on the way there and stopped at only one.  It was 28 degrees. I am cold even in my double lined coat, scarves, hat and gloves. I am use to Florida weather. I am such a wuss when it comes to cold weather. Here is a coffee dilemma. I got a venti hot coffee to warm my hands and insides. If I drink it my hands will not get the warmth. If I hold it too long my insides will not get the warmth. What to do? What to do? I love luxury problems.

We went out for lunch and I had a delicious vegan lentil soup. After lunch she returned to work and I walked south to Macy's - the world's largest store. I went just so I could reminisce some past and lovely outings to Macy's with my mother and with my husband when we were dating. I stopped in the toy department and found something I to purchase for Christmas and had it shipped home. I also bought something else small enough to carry home with me.  The first floor has been completely renovated and is very different form the store I grew up in. Doris Walker would be unable to find her own office and Mr Gaily would probably get lost trying to find Santa Claus. *Let me know if you get this reference

The windows at Macy's are beautiful and very busy with children and adults pressed against them to take in the entertainment they offer. I only got photos and video of some of the windows on the Broadway side of the building.

Then I walked from 34th Street and Broadway back to Times Square and then up to Columbus Circle where I was meeting my daughter  before dinner at Whole Foods. We went to Sephora where she treated her mama to new cosmetics.  (she truly pampered me the whole trip!) After dinner we walked to Studio 54 for a performance of Cabaret with Alan Cumming. (thank you Lauren for this gift!).

It was an awesome show. How that man can do the physical moves and a kick line every night at the age of fifty is incredible. No matter what was happening on stage, if Allan Cumming was in view, I could not take my eyes off him. It was such a presence. He played this roll 20 years ago and when it was announced that he would reprise the role in 2014 I was skeptical but now that I have seen it, I cannot imagine that he could have been any better 20 years ago. Loved, loved, loved the show.

After the show Lauren took me for the ride on the alphabet to get to her apartment in Queens. This means that we rode  many trains to get around the weekend service schedule. During the weekend I rode enough letter and number designated trains to create a Fibonacci sequence.

This is a photo of a print Lauren has on the wall of her study. I love this mash-up. We were up talking until almost 3:00 am. Luckily heat was coming up in the morning because I only needed four layers of afghan blankets to keep me warm.  I had to get up at 8:45am for a phone call I had scheduled.  By 9:30 Lauren announced that due to a water main break we were going to have to take all different trains today to get to everyplace we had to go.

First stop was Starbucks at Union Square in Manhattan. Then we enjoyed an hour at the outdoor holiday market at Union Square park. I bought a Christmas gift (and had to carry in the rest of the day) and we stopped for lunch at a food truck that sold Arranchini (Italian rice balls) in several flavors. I enjoyed the spinach and tomato best. Then across the street to Whole Foods to purchase a vegetable platter and dip to bring to my brother's for NoThanksgetting Day. Now we were on our way to Pelham Bay in the Bronx.

I cannot tell you how happy I was to see my brother standing again. He has been recovering for the past sixteen months from a systemic infection that nearly took his life . As part of the recovery doctors had to amputate more off his legs. He is a diabetic and does not have a spleen. Recovery from anything is a challenge but each tiny blister that formed whenever he tried to stand on his prosthetic legs would set him back 6 weeks. Each and every blister. That means he has been forced to sit for 16 months. Now finally he healed enough to start wearing new prosthetics. He even drove his car to the train station to pick us up. For the rest of the evening he had the legs off and stayed in his wheelchair so as to not do too much too soon. It was a joy to see him happy again.

My sister and her family were there and we have a real family mock Thanksgiving. We ate chicken and talked about things we were not grateful for and then we talked about watching a western where the heroes steal the land from the Indians but too soon it was time for Lauren and I to take the first of three trains to get back into Manhattan for the 8pm curtain for Love Letters at the Brooks Atkinson theater of 47th street.

Love Letters was really enjoyable but then I could listen to Alan Alda read the phone book and I'd be happy. I just love him. Through my daughter's connection she was able to get us orchestra seats, ninth row, center. The only empty seat in that section was the seat directly in front of me, which meant that I had am unfettered view of the stage and I was close enough to see the twinkle in their eyes.

After the show I wanted to wait at the stage door to see Alan Alda come out. He does not sign autographs after the stage performances. I wasn't concerned about getting his autograph. (I have it several times over). I just wanted to see him close up and maybe get a photo. I took a position right next to the gate and waited. It took about forty minutes but finally he came out and waved to us before getting into the chauffeur driven SUV.  My daughter took the photo and I got video on my iphone.

Heading up the block we darted into the Edison Hotel to use the hotel before heading for the train. The doppelganger of Phillip Seymour Hoffman exited just as I reached the door. I was ready to ask interact with him and tell him how much I enjoyed him in Doubt when I remembered that PSH is dead and it couldn't be him. That was a bit freaky.

The next morning my daughter and I explored her neighborhood a little, visiting several of the Polish grocery stores and buying some things to take home. We had a brunch breakfast and then she accompanied me back to JFK airport. It was time for me to fly home.

It was a lovely 72 hours. I was open changes, grateful for everything as it happened and took care of my food sobriety at every turn. I came back home ready for this week of Thanksgiving.

I continue to feel blessed.


Thursday, November 20, 2014

RIP Mike Nichols

Mike Nichols died today. I love so much about his work. I was amazed by his vision for projects and his eye for people. Condolences to his wife Diane Sawyer. Peace to his soul and to all who know him. 


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Telling Story of a Chocolate Experiment*

Not my nails
*No sugar was consumed in the writing of this story. No product is displayed in edible form in this post.

I loved what Crabby McSlacker posted the other day about her experiment with Kettle Corn and portion control. It reminded me of my multi-decade experiment with M(and)M candies.

The ampersand often fails in formatting so I avoid using it but you know what I mean by M(and)M. That freaking rainbow bag of chocolate mock happiness. I adored the colorful little buggers my whole life. It was my chocolate candy of choice for many years. When I was a kid we had red, blue, green, orange, yellow, light brown and dark brown. Then we lost blue because of the dye issue. Then we lost red. Then red came back. Then we got blue back. Finally, we lost light brown. Mourning ensued. (Are you detecting my emotional connection to these freakn' things?)

When they came out with holiday themed bags of the damn things I was in candy coated heaven. From the way I reacted to the Halloween, Fall, Easter and Christmas color lines, you would have thought it meant there was something  new and wonderful about the taste of each color. Not so! There is no noticeable difference, no matter what my mind tells me about the green ones.

That's right - the green  ones. Here goes the story.

I knew I had to 'limit' my consumption of candy/chocolate so I reasoned that I could just eat the green ones. Of course to get the amount of chocolate I wanted this meant I had to buy bigger bags. Eventually I would start to reason that orange was the new green and eat all the orange.
Candy 1: Jane 0.

I played the game where would limit myself to the green ones in the Christmas line of red and green. I threw out the red and only had the green. I could only have a couple at a time. I couple is two, right? My 'couples' must have been from bigamist candy families because two was easily a handful by the third taste. I found every possible excuse to return to the room with the container and have just a 'couple more.'
Candy 2: Jane 0

Now this reminds me of a Lego Store
Then I tried only having the original green color, removing said green buttons from the bag and giving away the rest of the bag immediately. This proved to be a puny little amount of chocolate for my 'needs' but I stuck with it until I found that I could go to the mall, where they have a WHOLE STORE DEVOTED TO THESE G!#$D@#$M THINGS and purchase bags of just a single color. Now any color I could try to 'limit' was available in untold quantities by just visiting the mall.
Candy 3: Jane 0

My mind can conjure up the smell and taste even today, in a home that does not have any candy in it. Yes, these innocent little buttons of chocolate were the last candy I ate before being freed from sugar insanity nine months ago ago. I write innocent because the candy is not to blame for the addiction I have to sugar. Addiction is a disease: not a sin, not a crime and not an excuse.  I have already done all the experimenting needed in my life with this subject.

My experiments were a complete success! I successfully proved without a doubt that portion control did not and will not work for me when it comes to sugary things. My experimenting days are over.

Candy fails: Jane Wins.

Did you/Do you have an emotional attachment to a candy?


Friday, November 14, 2014

The New Math?

This is the Frozen Advent calendar they are selling at Target this year. This is the only one left on the shelf so I cannot tell you if they were all made incorrectly or if this was an abnormality. If you are going to Target, please look for it and tell me if they are as ridiculous at your store as they are here. 

If you insist on stuffing your Advent calendar with candy,  each 'pocket' on this calendar does not fit more than a single peanut M&M. It is not worth the effort. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Reflections in a Cemetery

I was online at Starbucks this morning. At this location salespeople tend meet with prospective clients. I was in line behind a salesman. His client walked in and the salesman greeted him and said "what will you have, I'll get it." The client said no thank you, mine is free today. The salesman was puzzled and just looked at his client, finally asking "Why?" I figured I'd help the salesman out. I turned to the client, who was standing behind me and said to him "Thank you for your service, sir." The gentleman replied "it was an honor to serve." The salesman hit himself on the head and said "I forgot it was Veterans Day." I don't know if he'll get the sale, but at least he was honest and didn't try to cover.

I took my coffee and on the way home drove to Woodlawn Cemetery in Gotha, FL. We have two friends who are buried there, both were veterans who served honorably and were blessed to return home and live their lives with family and friends. While I will never reside in a cemetery (my wishes are cremation and scatter), I believe in honoring those who have gone before me and if that means they have chosen to be in a cemetery, I am comfortable making a visit there.  

I expected the cemetery would be busy with people honoring those who no longer live along us. I was wrong. As I drove through the different lanes and paths I could not see anyone else. It was after nine in the morning but there were no other cars or visitors in evidence. Did everyone come before nine or was everyone coming afterwards? I know I cannot be the only one. I parked in an one area and walked along the memorial stones, paying respects to several graves adorned with US flags. It was very quiet and very peaceful. 

I had my dog in the car. Of course, he never left the car - I would not ever let him out at the cemetery. This was his first and maybe only car ride in a cemetery. He sat looking out the window as I drove the lanes. He watched from inside the car when I walked on the paths. He never made a sound. . . .until- 

I had a hard time finding one friend's grave because the area in which he rests has been remarkably landscaped to include a rock stream, garden and small bridge. When I was about to give up I stopped the car at one final row and prepared to get out to walk down the lane, looking for the grave. That is when my dog starting barking like crazy, straining against the window , barking and looking at . . . nothing? 

There were no people, no squirrels, no cats, no turkeys and no peacocks in this area (we had seen turkeys and peacocks in a different area and the dog didn't even care). Now, in this one area Keeper suddenly sensed. . . . something that caused him to bark while wagging his tail. I stayed in the car until he calmed down and behaved by sitting quietly. Then I opened the door and got out. He remained looking out the window with his tail wagging. 2/3 of the way down the row, I found my friend's grave, said a prayer of thanks for his service and came back to the car. Keeper was sitting quietly on the back seat. It was then that I realized that our friend, Jim, had met Keeper once, before he took sick. Jim is the only resident in that cemetery that ever met Keeper. 

As strange as it all sounds, I believe Keeper was aware of something.

That is how I honored Veteran's Day today. No Veteran's Day sales for me.

I have two questions for you today. Do you have any traditions for Veteran's day? Do you think I will bring Keeper with me the next time I go to the cemetery? 


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Some Days it Ain't Easy

Now that I have been faithful to my decision to give up sugar for almost 9 months I can see that most days it is very easy. I am pretty happy and I don't have sugar, add sugar, want sugar or need sugar.

Every now and then there is a day when I feel like I've been body slammed into a wall and life is speeding by too fast or everything is all out of control and I start to want something to soothe my feelings. Soothe is the wrong word. Anesthetize is more accurate.  I want to numb out.

I don't do it. I don't dive in. I don't measure out a serving. I don't give myself a nibble of a bite. I feel whatever it is that I have to feel that day. I allow myself to cry, feel sad, hurt, angry - I feel it. Later that day or the next day, or a few days later, whatever I needed to feel is done and I feel well and happy and whole again. 

If I had picked up sugar the feelings would be buried but then I would feel bloated, fat, out of control and angry; always angry because I would know that anything I 'soothed' away with food will come back to slam me again someday, sometime because I did not deal with it properly. 

When I don't anesthetize myself from the feelings they serve their purpose and when they are done, I feel better quickly - as long as I don't pick up. 

The past couple of days have been hard. I have NOT picked up.  Feelings are hitting me like a freight train. I will survive. This will pass. 

I will not give in to the idea what a food can make me happy or take away my pain. 

Because I have NOT given in to the addiction I can look forward to feeling better soon.

For this I am grateful.


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Is it November 4th Already?

All I wanted the whole month of October was time to sit and reflect on this time of year. The last week of October became a crazy, busy time with almost no time to sit and think. I really had to work hard to carve out that space for myself. I am not complaining or pulling a 'poor me.' It is what it was and what it was is livable.

Here is how the final week went:

Food - sober, clean and kind to my body. No problems there.

Workouts - four days of active physical activity. 

Pumpkin - Well, I tried to carve a real pumpkin and used a drill and my own vision of what I wanted it to look like. First of all, my beautiful pumpkin started to rot from the inside out before I ever got to cut into it. It was a disaster and I tossed it in the garbage. Maybe next year.

Halloween events: I had two Halloween events for clients this year. Both involved chocolates and cakes and both involved me getting my hands 'dirty' (dirty as in covered in chocolate mess). At no time did I have a need to put my hand near my mouth. However there was an instance of -

NASAL ASSAULT: This is what happens when you are sugar and chocolate free for 8 months and you have to open up a few bags of fun-size bars for work. The aroma of the chocolate exploded out of the plastic bag and assaulted my nasal cavity. I didn't eat the chocolate and honestly, I didn't want to eat the chocolate yet the sudden and powerful smells hit me like a brick.  I am glad I was not hungry and have a guideline for eating that, for today, does not include gratuitous eating. 

Work: the overwhelming force this week. Eight events plus all the prep and planning work. I am, as always - behind on November and December but not beating myself up about it. 

Charlie Brown: I have the DVD and can watch anytime I want. I kept putting it off so I could sit with my husband and watch it. Now it is November 4th and we still never sat down with it. Gratefully, I can play it in my mind any day of the year (and sometimes I do). Tonight I am finally going to put the DVD in the machine and put it on as a drift off the sleep. Like Charlie Brown, maybe I will finally kick that old football. 

Jane Time: I still managed to get in three fellowship meetings and my therapist. I also managed to get enough work done so November 1st and 2nd were spent entirely with our daughter who came to visit this weekend from New York City. November 1st and 2nd were full of family time and that is the best time of all. 

 I have not gained weight, binged, eaten off my plan or misused anything or anyone in order to control my eating. Keeping the pounds off through October is a victory no matter how I look at it.

Now it is already November 4th. Living a full life sometimes makes the days fly by. Life went by too quickly when I was living with my head in the fridge. But that was a different and less joyous life. When I was full of food I could not necessarily look back and distinguish one day from the other. Today I am living a life full of good things and when they run together in my mind it is because there is plenty - not Good and Plenty candy! 

We can live and enjoy this next month while keeping the pounds off, too. 


Thursday, October 30, 2014

This Halloween - Keeper the First

When our bichon was three I got him a Halloween costume. I do not even remember what it was. I don't think I have any photos of it. Maybe it didn't fit him? That was seven years ago - we had digital and film cameras then but I do not remember any photos.

This year I had an urge to dress him for Halloween. Temporary insanity? Maybe. Or maybe it is because I am not going to any costume parties and have no kids of my own to dress.

Oh my God, the dog really is our third child. Gadzooks, I am so glad he will not be needing higher education tuition!

Anyway, for your amusement this Halloween, I present Keeper the First

Happy Halloween and safe, healthy trick or treats to all! 

Monday, October 27, 2014

The Birthday Adventure of My Holy Unicorn

 It was perhaps two years ago when I first read Super Earthlings blog post that included the invention of the Holy Unicorn. She re-posted the story that includes Holy Unicorn and the Horrific Consequences of cheating on your diet on June 23rd but her links are broken right now so I won't send you over there today.  If you never read it, you should because it will make you laugh and laughing is always good.

Last year I went on eBay and bought a box of unicorns and it even included a teddy bear riding a unicorn. (her story also has a Holy Teddy Bear). I shared the box of unicorns with people who also read and appreciated Super Earthlings post. 

Holy Unicorn has become an inside joke between me and some of my dearest friends. One of these dear friends sent me a plush unicorn/minion character (from the movie Despicable Me or Me II) for my birthday. I opened it at dawn. It included a card about filling my day with rainbows and sparkles and sillies. 

I decided to let Holy Unicorn come with me everywhere all day and I chronicled Her adventure in photos and captions. 

I hope you will enjoy Her day with me on my birthday.

Holy Unicorn is unwrapped from her traveling cocoon of
Amazon gift wrap and cardboard just in time to see the sun rise 

She clears the road of traffic for a good, orderly
start to my birthday travels. First stop: a meeting! 

But then Holy Unicorn notices I am low on gas

She sends me to a gas station and makes
the price of gas magically drop below
$3.00 a gallon.

We get to the meeting and while I enjoy the
fellowship and sharing, Holy Unicorn protects
the treasure's money pouch.

We return home to find presents!
Here is Holy Unicorn checking out
my new Disney Haunted Mansion bookends!

She likes this view more

As a birthday gift, I suggested $200 to put towards a
 consultation with a nutritionist. 
My husband thought
that sounded 'un-fun.' 
I said it is fun to me.
Holy Unicorn reads the cute certificate my
husband made for my birthday. 

Holy Unicorn is touched by the gesture and blows her nose. 

She inspects the interactive magic wand from Ollivander's, a
special gift from my best friend, Joyce. Holy Unicorn is
impressed that my friend waited on a long line and stood through
an entire show at Ollivander's in order to purchase this gift. She is
even more impressed that Joyce knew the Ollivander's bag would
be at least as exciting to me as the wand!  

We drive up to Lake County to visit beautiful
Lake Yale but first we stop for coffee. Holy
 Unicorn approves of a venti dark roast with
unsweetened almond milk brought from home.

At this point Holy Unicorn saw something else that caught her attention. 
Holy Unicorn threw a rainbow of forgetfulness over the
case of bakery goods so that my magical magnifying mind
would not be inspired to remember how anything might
have tasted in my past life. I remain sugar free.

Then we continued on with the Journey of the Birthday

Holy Unicorn sees Lake Yale for the first time and is
excited at how peaceful the area is today. She takes time to
contemplate the mysteries of the universe while Larry
and I swat at blind mosquitoes and gnats.

She reminds me to stop and make a wish at the
artificially colored fountain of pool-looking water.

I decide we will have lunch as Bob Evans.
It takes forever for our order to arrive.
While we are waiting for my Heritage Salad,
Holy Unicorn makes use this handy
Table-Stable and rests. 

Refreshed, she checks out the remainder of
my salad and reminds me to eat my

We stop at the check out counter and donate toward feeding
a family for Thanksgiving. Holy Unicorn signs the
leaf with her initials H.U.C.
 It was at this time that I became distracted by something.  We left Bob Evans and drove to our next location about five miles away. When we arrived I went to reach for Holy Unicorn to pose for a new photo with her when I could not find her! We searched my bag, the car, the trunk -everywhere! Oh Holy Unicorn, where are you??  I insist we drive back to Bob Evans and check the parking lot. When we arrive I go inside and ask if they have seen any Unicorns today and poof!! - she was behind the counter, between the register and the barrier.

Holy Unicorn scolds me gently for leaving Her
behind but she is please we returned for her.

We return to the rest of the adventure:

Here we are at Renniger's Flea Market.
I didn't like it at all and neither did Holy Unicorn. She stayed in
my pocketbook and would not pose for photos here. 

We drive to Disney World and she pops her head out
of my bag and asks "What is this magical place??"

She enjoys her first Monorail ride. 

Oh my, she likes the pretty castle in the distance

As you can see from her face, Holy Unicorn really
enjoyed getting felt up by the security guard
who checked my purse at the entrance gate

While I visited the necessaries, Holy Unicorn
insists on a photo at a most inopportune time. 

We meet up with my daughter and visiting niece and nephew while in the park
and find another gift to open! 

Holy unicorn wants me to open the gift . . . .

 . . . so She can play in the bag! 

Holy Unicorn checks out her reflection in my
phone and decides she needs to be groomed.

Then she helps me read the many Happy Birthday
greetings I received on Facebook during the day.

Holy Unicorn thinks she is posing with the Great Pumpkin

Then Holy Unicorn realizes this is only a street light
decoration and not the real Great Pumpkin. 

We end our day walking under the carved pumpkin decorations
that spell out "See ya real soon!

It was a great birthday, devoid of sugar, overeating and bloating foods. It was filled with sunshine, rainbows, sillies and the best Holy Unicorn adventure to date!

To quote the carved pumpkins: See ya real soon!