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Arizona Dreaming.

2007-10-14

I grew up in Arizona, at least from age 3 to 12. We lived in a suburb of Phoenix called Glendale. Because of this I know a lot about Arizona history and various flora and fauna. Gila monsters, cactus and the Sonoran desert.The area was about 5 years old, beyond our backyard was miles and miles of undeveloped desert. The sunsets were mind blowing and made up for the fact that occasionally there were scorpions in your shoes. Lots of things happened in that desert. My first cigarette, my first dirt bike ride and the first time I saw a picture of a naked man. When I was about 10 I accidentally set the house across the street on fire. The neighbor boy and I were playing with matches behind the tall retaining wall. The dry brush ignited instantly and quickly got out of hand. We went crying to my parents and told them a passing car, full of teenagers, had thrown a lit cigarette and caused the whole deal. No one was the wiser, I though I would definitely go to Hell for that one.

I guess I'm thinking about all of this because I woke up feeling like I had swallowed a prickly pear cactus. I did not wake up until 12 pm, and I woke up alone. Not unusual since my husband is a Paramedic and works 24 hour shifts. But this was different, he was off. I found him on the couch. He said his back had been hurting him and he though the couch might help. He then went to lay back down in the bed. Until 5 pm when I woke him up.

I was upset, it seemed like all he ever did was sleep. When was the last time we went out to dinner? When was the last time we did anything together? When was the last time I felt the spark of romance? It had been a while. We quickly started arguing about all of the above. Things hit a sour note when he called me an F-ing bitch and took off to God knows where. What did I do? I had my first drink in over 8 months. The doctors had told me not to drink until they said things were stable enough. I though F it, I'm an F-ing bitch I might as well act like one.

In the end we both ended up crying and apologizing. I still feel like a grade-A Jackass though. I drank half a bottle of Port for God's sake. It was so syrupy sweet I almost gagged as I chugged it down. My throat is not feeling any better.

Fun facts from Betty's almanac: Ten year old Port is best consumed with chocolate, not vindictive anger.

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Barnabus (2007-10-14)
My brother and I bought a place near Casa Grande, though I only spent one 3 month period there, and would never go back...at least not with him around!! Turned back my covers one night to find a scorpion! I grabbed him by the tail, and hauled it outside, and threw it as far as I could..I'm not afraid of them, but sure don't want to get stung!!. I fed birds and had some amazing happenings watching them!

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