Why is it always so hard to come back from vacation? So many things to do, the yard (weeds) is out of control and there are so many maintenance things to do - you know, bills to pay, big pile of crap to sort through, tape of Daily Shows to watch.

I got back from Orleans yesterday. I had the best time and have a lot to write about later. One point is that I only got one good night of sleep the whole time I was gone so I'm still a little tired. I took a nap yesterday and we went to Rhonnda's birthday party at the Green Room last night but we snuck out pretty early. I slept in until 8:30am (amazingly late for me). Tonight we have Ray Charles and tomorrow already back to work.

I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment since I'm tired, the yard needs much attention and I have all these notes and things to do to follow up on my adventure last week. I think my intention will be to not get so wound up.

More to come.

There's some stuff I want to fix in the post from yesterday but don't have the patience right now.

Going camping in Orleans for a week. No PamBlog until I get back -- so sometime after June 10. See ya then.

Okay, here's a story for you. I have a festival of plantars warts on my left foot. About 10 years ago I had a major plantars wart on my big toe, right foot. I ignored it, thinking it would go away, until finally it hurt to put on shoes.

At that time I had no Dr. and for my "health insurance" you went by your zip code and I lived in North Hollywood. That was how they referred me to a doctor. Huge reading between the lines here.

So I make my appt. with the foot Dr. and I arrive at my appointment at the lovely clinic in a strip mall and my Dr. never came in that day so some other ESL Dr. says he can handle it and proceeds to give me the shot to numb my foot. Imagine a big long needle (and I'm not afraid of needles, normally) BENDING into my big toe to numb it for my procedure. My unfortunate but very devoted boyfriend at the time, Brian, (who is still a good friend, and all bow heads and think nice thoughts for B who is in Montana right now finishing his undergrad degree after all these years - go guy!) came in with me and I almost killed him squeezing his hand off. The Drs. assistant complimented me for not screaming. So the witch Dr. carves the thing out of my toe and wraps it up.

Brian took me to Dances with Wolves after this nightmare medical office experience -- which haunts me to this day. Although I will go into a medical office, I cannot hear about Dances with Wolves or Kevin Costner without telling them about my plantars wart.

So now how do I handle this new crop?

I hate being a computer nimrod. I usually think I'm pretty computer smart but whenever I try to do anything more complicated than say, oh, I can't think of anything that would even sound clever, but whenever I try it, it seems to cause grief.

I'm trying to do something to my blog here and I'm not sure if it's working. I just checked and all my archives except Feb. had gone away -- I think I fixed that, but I'm never sure exactly what's happening.

We have a Trader Joes in Vancouver now, I saw it for myself today and let me tell you I'm happy. It's on the eastside at 205 and Millplain across from Fred Meyer in a hideous strip mall. How could anyone think that auto-dependent strip mall development is a good idea? I had numerous activites on the eastside today and it's like drive to a huge intersection, wait 5 minutes, drive a block to a huge intersection, wait 5 minutes. There a millions of cars. It's just plain ugly.