On Saturday, I stayed the night at the boy’s house for the first time. Upon my arrival, he told me, “I bought you special soap.” I don’t think I acknowledged him when he said that, but I felt a pang in my heart and a butterfly in my tummy.

You might ask, what’s the big deal with soap?

Soap is a huge, huge deal. I’ve mentioned here before that I didn’t have the best childhood in the world. And, I’m sure you won’t be shocked to hear that I had a pretty sassy mouth as a little girl. And, once my mother’s husband decided that he’d had enough of my sassiness.

And, so he shoved a brand new, large bar of Dial Soap in my tiny, eight year-old mouth and left it there. For an hour. When it was removed, my lips were dry and the sides of my mouth were bleeding. My tongue had blisters on it. I could not eat. I could barely speak.

I’m not exactly sure what happened after that. But, I remember being at my grandparent’s house for quite some time after that. They took me to the emergency room, and for days after, I remember my Grandma dissolving the medications the doctors gave me to heal my mouth in a dish of applesauce or chocolate pudding.

Last weekend, as the boy and I sat on the lovely balcony of our hotel room at the beach, I shared this story with him – to perhaps give him some insight as to why I am the way I am – why I don’t like being hugged, why I’d prefer most people don’t touch me.

As a side note, I told him that I will not buy Dial Soap. I will not use Dial Soap. Dial Soap makes me cringe. Dial Soap makes me feel angry that someone that was supposed to take care of me hurt me.

And, he remembered. And, he bought me my own soap to use at his house. For that I am thankful. And, I need to tell him that.

• As I mentioned, quite angrily, my faulty uterus (which we shall henceforth refer to as FU, HA!) developed an infection. So, my doctor ordered me home from work (I’m allowed to work 4 hours per day at home). After 1 1/2 days of antibiotics, I’m feeling much better and hope to be able to do something other than nap and eat this weekend (although, napping and eating is HIGH on my list of hobbies)
• Have you been wondering what I’m passing the time with whilst on bed rest? Well… After much harrassment gentle suggestion from Britt and Carrisa that I watch Lost, I took the plunge and got the first disk of the first season from Netflix. And, then the very next day I went and rented the rest of the first season from Blockbuster. AM SO HOOKED.
• So, we all know that I’m a very devoted and passionate fan of the Oregon Ducks, right? Well, last night I took my fan status to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL. It was Duck Athletic Fund Appreciation Night at The Duck Shop (which is a fancy way of saying everything was 20% off for athletic fund donors). Do you know what I purchased? Only a set of three pair of Oregon Ducks Undies! Made by Victoria’s Secret! I’m sure my boys will have a winning season, because I will be wearing a pair every game day – HOME AND AWAY.
• Apparently, I have a huge problem with shopping, because I just asked my iCal to send me an email reminding me of a sale that starts on Monday. But, $50 designer jeans? CANNOT RESIST.
• Now, it is time for my next antibiotic, so I must eat and then take my horse pill.

Enjoy your weekend, friends!

Inspired by my lovely Mrs. Squirrel, I must present to you several bones I have been picking today.

• I am back on bed rest. It seems that my faulty uterus has developed some sort of post-operative infection. I am taking 4 horse sized pills per day which cause me to pass out within 30 minutes of taking them and also prevent me from enjoying any sort of adult beverage.
• I am currently dealing with some stress that really requires an adult beverage.
• TMI WARNING – The manner in which my bikini area was, um, groomed is very unsatisfactory to me. I mean, STRAIGHT LINE AT LEAST would have been nice.
• It has been 10 days since my surgery and I still cannot get all the little sticky sticker clumpy things off my skin. Scrubbing is not an option in my abdomen area because it HURTS. Also I doubt I should be using Goo Gone on my skin. Any ideas?
• And, this is really petty, but I am on a roll here. There is this really cheesy portrait studio hawking family photo portraits done in sepia tone with big gaudy gold frames down at my local grocery store. Anyway, it’s TACKY and it BUGS me. And, I know from way back in the day when I was looking for my first marketing job out of college that these are listed as Entry Level Marketing Jobs.  This is offensive for someone with a degree in Marketing.

And, with that, I shall take a nap.