For my friend Mo and all others out there wondering if anyone cares!!

When all else fails . . .

. . . drink some more!!!

I am NOT going to bore anyone with my tale of two thanksgivings. Suffice it to say, I would be happy if Thanksgiving were moved to LEAP DAY and celebrated as often!!!

I will say thank you to all who wished me Happy Birthday!! I appreciate it, though I have been horrible about blogging and failed to say so in a timely manner.

Also, I bought myself some shoes today!



Yes, I thought everyone would enjoy that tidbit. I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted the new Sketchers but I REALLY REALLY REALLY cannot possibly afford them. Instead, I found these at KMART and I hope like hell they don't end up biting me in the ass!!!! They were about 1/3 the price of the Sketchers at $34.99. I got them in WHITE, cause that's what I have to wear with my uniform. I'm hoping they help with the GAWDAWFUL pain I've been suffering with my feet after clinicals. So . . . yeah, I got a little something for me. Sort of. I mean there was a Buy one Get one Half off sale so I got Younger a pair of boots for Christmas too. WHAT. EVER. I had to justify spending the money because I have deep-seated mental issues in regards to my self-worth! There! Happy?????

The Morning After

OH SHIT!

I'm not going to type for long because it sends vibrations into my skull which feels as though it may implode.

May have overdone it last night.

At least my sister loves me enough to hold my hair.

KARAOKE

Getting ready for my KARAOKE fun. Blog later . . .

That's what I get . . .

. . . for thinking I had a right to buy myself something nice. This weekend, The Husband decided I should have a new shirt to wear for my Karaoke night out on Friday. We looked online and I found a really cute casual button up (<--- click that) that we both agreed would be GREAT! I ordered it and even paid additional to get the shipping expedited. A few minutes ago, I went to see whether it would be delivered today or tomorrow. I clicked the "Check the status of your order" link on my order confirmation email and . . . it's backordered until DECEMBER 29th. ARG!!! So, being me, I called the customer service number. I punched all the numbers I was supposed to and spoke the order number into the phone when prompted. Finally I got a person (I was going to type HUMAN, but I'm just not convinced) and she proceeded to tell me that "Yes, the item is out of stock and on back order. Are you calling to change the size or color of the item ordered?" I told her I was disappointed I hadn't received notice via email that the item wasn't going to be available, especially since I'd added 2 day mail to my shipping cost on the order. She assured me that the item would not be billed until shipped. I told her that since it was for my birthday and that my birthday was this weekend, waiting until AFTER Christmas for it was not part of my plan. I asked to cancel the order. She did. NO PROBLEM.

So, I'm sitting here debating whether I should go find a shirt somewhere else or if I should just get the duct tape out and try to de-fur one of my other shirts (STILL HAVE MASSES OF DOG HAIR ALL OVER EVERYTHING) and just be glad I'm out of the house on Friday. I'm leaning toward the one where I don't spend money we really can't afford on something I can't wear to school anyway. Besides, Younger turns FIVE tomorrow and I haven't bought her ANYTHING yet.

Yeah, that's probably more along what I'll do. The $45.00 I'd have spent after shipping and handling will buy her a lot of garanimals and a toy or two.

So why is there a part of me that wants to stick out my lip and pout?

The Things People Say

About a month or so ago, I decided that I had been coasting through school with little or no regard to how I look. I mean, I always make sure my uniform is clean and unwrinkled (hey, I only iron when backed into a corner) and I shower and shampoo my hair, but I haven't worn make-up because, I just didn't see the point. Just before I started Peds/OB, though, my Elder daughter (she of the blunt comments) pointed out that I was starting to appear haggard and should do something about it or I'd scare the children in the hospital (yes, she's still walking upright, has all her teeth, and breaths on her own accord). I looked in the mirror and saw that I did indeed appear exhausted. The area under my eyes was sunken and slightly bluish. My face seemed to always be either splotchy or Geisha-like in appearance. Something had to be done.
Gathering my guilt, I packed it away and headed for the store, where I bought myself some make-up. Foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick. The works. When we went to the hospital for computer training (the day the demons in my belly were exorcised), I was totally and completely transformed into a woman with some care and concern for her appearance. I even got a comment from one of my friends. "Who you gettin' all sexed up for?" Of course, she said it with a smile and went on to tell me she really liked my make-up.
So, as a rule, I've been trying to get moving every morning with enough time to apply my warpaint. Surprisingly, it makes me feel better. Even on days when my energy level is in the CAN and I feel tired and worn out, knowing I've given my face it's best foot forward, so to speak, seems to revive me some.
Yesterday, that sort of screeched to a temporary halt. While the class I'm in is taking OB/PEDS during this second semester (remember we're in shortened fast track semesters that last 8 weeeks each during each semester now), another group is taking Adults Health II like I did back from August to October. There are some folks in that class that I'm not TERRIBLY close with. One woman, whom I've never really known, was standing in the hall after they had taken a test yesterday. Our class took a break and as I passed her she said, quite loudly, "What is it with people suddenly wearing make-up and doing their hair? I guess they just got tired of being ugly!"

Yup! A grown-ass woman!

I just smiled and kept walking to the elevator, wanting deep inside to dangle her skinny ass over the railing of the upstairs atrium until she screamed "Beep Beep, I'm a Jeep!" I'm not doing jail time, so obviously I resisited that urge. Too bad she couldn't have resisited her urge to be a petty, shallow, bitch.
*sigh*
I used the experience to illustrate to Elder that High School never ends. People are always going to look for ways to deflate whatever balloon you're holding. Women are bitches, wherever you go. Skinny bitches can be so insecure they say things outloud that reveal their deep set need to affirm their own place in the world, and usually, because most other people are NOT insecure assholes, the comments that are made fall on deaf ears. The ones that do listen, are usually empty and devoid of something vital inside, and should be pitied.

Of course, it still stings but I refuse to let that little bleach blonde bitch know that!!! Pshaw. I am fabulous and she is the dirt beneath my feet. Even if sometimes, I wonder . . .

BIRTHDAYS

Happy Birthday to the other half of my brain, Krys!!

I won't say how old she is today

(almost FORTY).

Seriously, there is absolutely no way you could drag her birth year out of me

(the one just after 69 and before 71).

I mean, how good a friend would I be if I shared something so personal about my best friend in the entire world

(That would be the 70 in the 20th century folks).

Also, a very happy birthday to Miracle Baby, Alexandria.
Three years old.
YAY!!!