Fabulous Miss S.

When you have nothing else to say, simply rewind and highlight your weekend. And, add pictures.

We were all packed and ready for Saturday's Nationals game. In the car (on time!), raincoats, stadium blankets, crackers, crackerjacks, water and scorebook in tow ...

We pulled into the $12 parking lot at RFK and were told the game was rescheduled for September 18.

BOOOO!

Good call though, cause it rained a monsoon all night.  So, we went to Hooters.

Yep. Me, Marc, Jo and Sarah. Hooters. And our waitress had huge ones. Fake too. We ate massive amounts of trans-fat that I'm still trying to digest. 

Since we missed the game yesterday, poor Marc is forced to watch baseball on his only 50 inch television ....

Yep. A deprived man right here. I guess he'll have to get some Gromit-love to make up for the deficiencies in his life.

Gromit-love really does make it all better.

I never took pictures of the BLACK EYE when it was REALLY FUCKING BLACK. Sorry folks. I was in a codeine haaazzzzeeee for a few days.

I'm back baby!  Blogging away. I may have a black eye, but I DO NOT have skin cancer anymore.  WooHoo.

5 days unemployed, stitches and a black eye.

Jeeeez. You would think I could have lifted myself from the depths of my couch to make a freakin' posting?! But. NO.

Wednesday happened in a blur of local anesthetic, Tylenol with codeine and Crisp & Juicy.  Thursday was similar, except, Vienna Fingers instead of Crisp & Juicy.  Throw in a few massive codeine and allergy induced headaches, one bordering on migraine-strength and that was my week. 

I napped with Gromit, read my books, didn't answer any phone messages, and watched way too much Golden Girls and Will & Grace.  I did manage to rearrange the furniture in the bedroom to create a less useful space of which Marc is none-too-fond. Ppfft!   

I am CANCER-FREE. Sans cancer. No longer a patient with Basal Cell Carcinoma. Or, Resolution to March 10th Posting.  

Unemployment, day 1.

I cleaned a closet.  I threw away a lot of shit and old plastic bags.  I had a brief interview for a semi-part-time job.  I liked the lady and her store.  I thought a lot. I felt pathetic for most of the day, fat for all of the day, but I liked my hair and make-up.  I drove to Seizure World and fed the grandparents, left when they had a fight over who put the kleenex box on the far side of the table.  I did laundry and listed some things on EBay (my latest potential source of income in the near future).  I felt better about my decision to leave my job.  I talked to a friend from college for two and a half hours!

Seriously, I am offering an awesome price on a fabulous Kate Spade purse.  Interested?  Email Me.

When did I become a person who was so far out of college that I am able to reference a whole half-decade of my life with the phrase, "back in college."  I have been questioning my choices lately but found some confirmation tonight in hearing about other people from college.  While I didn't follow a traditional path, or even the same path that many other people I know chose to follow, I am okay. I am a lucky person.  There is at least one other person on this earth who would say that I am a good person.  I'm doing okay.

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Thirteen months ago I ended an eight year relationship.  I never really looked back.  This decision I did not doubt.  I never questioned it.  Tonight I got extra affirmation that I made the right decision.  It's all good.

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I don't know why I can't sleep when Marc isn't here.  It's after 2 in the freakin' morning.  Tomorrow's plan is: clean more closets, organize drawers in bedroom, take grandma to get her hair washed, cook them dinner, and then ... do some work on the computer.

I don't know what that means either.

I think I made time stop.

For those of you familiar with the DC area -- here is a glimpse of my night, there was a lot of speeding and a little bit of swearing but it all turned out well in the end.

I left at 4:30 to get dinner for the oldsters who live at Seizure World (read, Silver Spring - way the hell up GA ave.) I warm up dinner, we sit, we eat. There is minimal kvetching resulting in minimal stressing for me.  I was even calm enough to eat dinner with them!!!  We ate. We talked. It was actually nice.

side note: Daisy is mobile in her wheel chair and therefore can chase you thru the kitchen to beat you to the refrigerator and run over your toes with the WHEELCHAIR WHEELS. It FUCKING hurts. Especially in flip-flops. Side Note Over.

I get a call from Marc at 6:15. 

Marc: You need to leave right now and go home and get my passport and drive it to me at National Airport.

Me: Shit!. I'm on it. (Proceeds to jump up from chair, deserting old folks mid-meal)

I drove home in 15 minutes flat.  This is not something I can ever replicate. Don't ask how I did it.  I parked, ran upstairs, grabbed the passport and his glasses and headed back out the door.  Ran to the car. It was 7:41pm.  I drove very fast. I took the Beltway. I took GW parkway.  There isn't a lot of traffic on Easter Sunday. Thank GOD. (no pun intended. and I'm a jew, so, i don't know what that means) I got to the airport at 7:06pm. Marc got his passport, his glasses and I got a kiss. I got home at 7:25pm.

I do not know how that happened. I think time actually stopped briefly.  I have no other explanation.

I have a headache now so I'm going to bed. 

It was a slightly tense night.

Mail Call ! It's your worst nightmare come true! Ahhhh!!

I usually get the mail from the teeny-tiny box in the lobby everyday when I get home from work.  Catalogs are an interesting thing. The glossy pages, the bright colors, the invitation to buy and save if you buy more. Usually, I hope for letters and magazines. I get bills and catalogs from stores I can't afford to even look at.

While flipping through an above referenced Victoria's Secret catalog, I stopped dead in my tracks and loudly uttered something like ohhhh shiiit.

Yes, I am a child of the 80s, I danced to Debbie Gibson and Tiffany and watched Smurfs, Growing Pains and all the Superman movies - a lot!

LEG WARMERS !?!?  OH.MY.GOD. 

NOOOOO!!!   

Miss S runs from room screaming. AHHHHHH. No leg warmers. Nevah. Read, NEVER again.  Leg warmers, tank tops too short with one sleeve falling off!!!  Ahhhhh.....