#thyca probs

No. No. Not that wonderful time of year in the Midwest, when the air gets crisp, the leaves turn a brilliant shade of warm tones, all the good sports are in full action + winning, and everyone seems to have a new found pride at your local high school. Nope not all that awesome nostalgic business. At least not for me this time around.

By that morning we found our way home from the hospital, I was ready to take on the world again. My throat hurt like hell and I was exhausted, but I'm used to that.  I can't say I'm one to really sit dormant for long periods of time (like 27 hours) or at all for that matter.

We walked in and up the stairs to our apartment. Me and my hot sweat pants, nappy hair and Minnesota Nice T-shirt. Thanks again, Julie! 

When I reached the top of the stairs, I probably would have dropped everything in my hands, if anyone would have let me carry anything.

While I was away, for a mere 27 hours, some of the best friends a gal could ask for, snuck into our place and decorated it, top to bottom, to resemble Mexico. MEXICO!

Do you remember me previously telling you we were Mexico bound with the Murray's until my surgeon decided to rescheduled the surgery date to a week later, and we had to miss our long awaited family vacation?

Well these friend genius's decided to bring Mexico to me. I burst out in laughing tears as I looked around. Seriously. It was so impressive. My entire living room, dining room and kitchen area were lined with beach murals. Palm trees. White sand. Ocean waves. The whole nine. They even cut around any photo frames we had on the walls so they peeked through. There were colorful paper lantern lights strung along the banister of the stairs, with colorful margarita glass candles strategically placed about. There were Mexican flags strung from the ceiling and green tiki fringes along every doorway, countertop and window. Above the T.V. arched a giant paper palm tree.

On our tiny breakfast nook of a table, sat a giant stack of endless magazines. From Vanity Fair and Vogue to Cosmo, Redbook, Fitness, Women's Health and literally everything in between, they had my recovery time booked solid. Literally. Last but not least all the delicious treats! Japanese strawberry gummies and TWO cases of seaweed snacks! Get out of here! And so much more... To top it all off, the most beautiful little note from the whole crew. I cried again. And then I tried to move both couches into my little bed island in the middle of Mexico. I got half way through before Julian and his Mum even noticed my hard work and made me rest it out.

Phillip, Haley, Ashley and Michelle. You mean the world to me and I am so damn lucky to have people like you in my life. Thank You, again and again for such a perfect welcome home.

That first week went gradually fast. Julian had the first two days I was home, off from work and then it became the Claud, Lace and Frank show. My throat felt like a thousand cacti decided to grow out of esophagus tissue. Claud got me hooked on binge watching Girls. Officially a fan. She definitely set the pace to a graceful recovery for me; full of movies, custom smoothies and fun girly conversations.

As the epic ambience winded down and Claud sadly went back to Minneapolis, the apartment grew into a gorgeous floral catastrophe. This new found Mexico abode looked like a Spring window set for Anthropologie. Every day the doorbell rang. I was overwhelmed with love and best wishes, flower and adorable gifts. WHAT an amazing feeling. To everyone, and You know who You are, CHEERS. I fucking love you!

The month of April pasted and I used every single perishing flower petal in my baths. (Try it sometime!) I was determined not to let any of this decor go to waste.

I decided it was time to plan a party before Mexico left apartment 121. Our cat Frank just so happened to be turning 9 at the top of May. I was back to work and in my creative zone, so I tossed together an invite and utilized the pre-existing theme. We called it "Franks's 9 Lives Birthday Party" and it took place the night of the Cino De Mayweather fight. Yes, we bought that shit too. Even though a quarter of our friends that came were allergic to cats AND the fact that my cat hates everyone outside of Julian and I (oops!), it was an untouchable evening.

We had Mexican food catered in; margaritas on a constant pour, decorations, obviously. This was my first real hooray since surgery and it felt amazing to be surrounded by such energy.

Another solid Thank You to everyone that came that night. In and out, we had a flow of over 30 people! For a cats birthday! Ha!

But really. That night was the gold to my wanna-be rapper chain. Not only were these amazing people that came, a naturally up-lifting crowd, they genuinely cared for my well being, what I had went through, Julian's amazing long haul in the supporting role, and of course, wanted to see the man, the myth, the legend, Sinatra Frank.