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Did someone say Vegas?

I've got an itch and the only thing that can scratch it is....go to Vegas for my birthday. It's going to be my 2nd anniversary of my 40th year. I want to do something fun. So...I sent out emails to all of my girlfriends that I had emails for and put out the word. So far it's been all positive and everyone thinks it's a great idea. My last little excursion to Vegas was more of a "OMG...I feel like a queen" type of trip. I want to experience Vegas as a "poor" girl this time. LOL I'm not complaining about my last trip. Heavens no!!! I had such an amazing time and it was an experience of a lifetime. One I will always cherish and to be honest...one I wasn't sure I deserved. The whole trip was like a dream and I still can't believe I was the one who lived it.

I got an email this weekend from a dear friend of mine who is in the medical field. She is going to do some researching and see if there is a doctor who will do my surgery at little or no cost to me. If that happens...it will be a blessing beyond anything I could have asked for. Not having medical insurance really bites ya know that? I am so thankful for the friends I have. Without them...not sure where I would be right now. Probably wallowing in my own misery somewhere in Tahiti. What??? A person can't be miserable in Tahiti? ;)

Life handed me an ugly card this summer and it was difficult to get through but...I got through it and I'm looking forward to wonderful experiences with my friends the next couple of seasons. Can't ask for more than that.

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