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THERE IS NO I IN QUALITY
Lizzie went on a bike ride awhile ago to Takoma Park... she thought we would like the town and suggested we stay there the next time we visited her.  There weren't many hotels listed so we took a deep breath and decided to just go with the Quality Inn. I know... no room service, no lounge area with revolving tv, no bellman or valet. There was a 24 hour IHOP right next door so we figured if the room was that bad we could just eat pancakes all night. I mean how bad could it be?

We checked in and were cracking up...  Let me tell you - there is no I in Quality! Seriously... look at the sign!

The "I" is missing! The next night when our keys didn't work we went back and the "I" was still missing so I had to snap this pic... the menacing looking backpack and that dude's ass are a bonus! You're welcome.

The room actually wasn't too bad... we had a microwave and a refrigerator and table and chairs... We were totally ballin. You kind of had to step in the tub to close the bathroom door but no biggie. ;-) It was reminiscent of the La Quinta stays before the beach - they had the waffle machines and everything... We did take Glo's door thing just in case we needed some extra protection.

The beds were surprisingly comfy and their literature noted that they had 200 thread count sheets!!!  Do they even make less than that?!? ;-)  When we left, I was packing the car and chrissy went to check out. She came out of the lobby laughing hysterically.  She said you're not going to believe this - the Q is gone now!   I went back to take a picture but the girl put it back up!

More on Takoma Park and the wisdom road trip tomorrow...

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WELCOME BACK TO TOWN

I got a call this afternoon that there was an incident with Aunt Gloira... A women must have wheeled herself into Glo's room and told her she had to pee... Glo got mad and started yelling at her that she was in the wrong room... This happens quite often.  All the rooms pretty much look the same and a lot of the residents get a little confused. Glo thinks everyone is in there to do harm and gets really mad when someone screws up and comes in. The other day I had to get her next door neighbor out - he kept accusing her of getting in his bed... When she was on a different floor a man kept creeping into rooms and she said he was hovering over her while she was sleeping.  I'm sure that was creepy.  She kept saying that he was in there to rape her. I think he just got lost. Anyway, I guess she kept going to the nurses station today and told them how mad she was over this lady coming in and that her roommate keeps her up because she calls the nurses all the time. She said she hates it there and wants to leave and that she just wants to "go hang herself."  Yes. Go. Hang. Herself. Apparently, she said this right when a surveyor from the Department of Health was walking down the hall doing an assessment for something else!!!  Sooooooo - they had to call the re:solve crisis network to bring a team in... and guess who is on a 24 hour suicide watch?!?!?  Yep, The Glo-worm.  The nurses know it was her dry sense of humor but still... They have to go in every 30 minutes and check her mood and behavior. I should have just stayed with Lizzie.

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I MISSED THE SNUGGLE BUD
DC photos later... going to snuggle with the lily bud.

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LITTLE PINK HOUSES FOR YOU AND ME
Dear Universe... I want this house.  XO ~ J

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ICE ICE BABY

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CHEERS... TO WISDOM
Basil lemonade... My new favorite drink.

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NONE IN THE OVEN
It's National Infertility Awareness Week... though for me (and so many others) it's an everyday event - not just a week of awareness...

These pills are still making me sick and I was throwing up all night last night. Lily and I were back and forth from the bed to the living room... finally, around 4 am, I carried her back into bed and it kind of struck me that this is as good as it's going to get... there isn't going to be a baby or a crib and honestly, at this point, I can't see an adoption happening any time soon.

I can't say I'm at peace with that yet... I know it is something that I will carry with me, in one way or another, until the day I die.

I still think about the lunches I'll never make and the PTA meetings I'll never go to... the birthday treats I'll never package up and never hearing my own kid call me mom.

I'm in a bit of a rush so here's a link to a post from a few years ago with one of my favorite poems regarding the situation and some photos of the women in my life. My thoughts are the same today as they were then so I'm not going to recreate the wheel on this topic.

Visit Resolve - the National Infertility Association for more information on infertility.