What UP!!

Not dead. Busy as all hell...but not dead.

So much has happened since I last cruised by here. I almost forgot my information to get on.

Not even going to try to paraphrase all my latest and greatest. But things are really good. For the most part.

Just really wanted to say HI! bloggers!!

Bye!

Whatchu call it

I was talking to expectant parents today. They had not decided on a name for their new baby boy. Mom was eight and half months along.

Wow. Cutting it kind of close, I was thinking.

They made some jokes about silly names like Ichabod and Reynold (not that there is anything slightly wrong with those names) and then Dad said he would wait till the boy popped out and name him on the DL while Mom was still comatose.


Mom didn't like the idea for more than one reason. But then she told how her Dad named her slightly on the DL. And that she had escaped the name Samantha, her Mom's choice. I like that name, but I guess she did not. Then she said something curious.

"My whole life would of been different. I would of been a completely different person."

I realize that in the most basic sense, she would of in fact been a different person, by a different name. But would a name change really have had that much effect? I guess, when you think really hard about every single decision we make every day, even the ones we don't ourselves make, that effect our life, it can get rather dizzy.

Crazy. And think. I might not have been born Sadie. Where would we be now?

Too tired to fight back the tears

Every night this week, I've come home worthless and aching.
Luckily, I have Perfect who takes good care of me. I plop down on the sofa after doing my chores. It takes me about five minutes. Then Perfect cooks me up something yummy and I watch TV or read. Mostly it's been TV.

Surely this is completely fascinating to you and your dying, simply dying, to know what it is that I let my exhausted brain sink into.

Mondays is No Reservations. Tuesdays Bizarre Foods. Wednesdays Top Chef. Thursdays Hells Kitchen, if I'm lucky enough to be home by 8pm and I never am.

I hate commercials. So I always have a go to on the "go back" button.

This week the go to has been Extreme Makeover, Home Edition. I used to hate that guy Ty. Hearing his voice would drive me insane. Didn't he used to do commercials? I think those commercials drove me bonkers too. I'm still not sure how I ended up watching this show.

All I know is that every time the family comes home to their house, yell "Move that bus!" and burst in tears, I start flippin crying too.

What on earth has happened to me?

Obsessions at the Women's Center

Went to get a mammogram today.

Always interesting for me, since I'm slightly "challenged" in that arena. Always end up on the ultrasound table.

When I got there, a lady came in after me with a really cool Haiku bag. I've been wanting one. I was eyeballing it.

Background noise, conversation (if you call it that) between Cool Bag Lady and receptionist.

Phone nested on ear, "Do you have an appointment today?" sort of rude, but not clear rude.

"Yes."

Talking into phone, "Hi I was calling for Mrs. Stenton."

Looks up, seemingly irritated with her decision to multitask. "Do you have your order and your insurance card?"

Cool Bag Lady holds out her insurance card and starts to say.."I don't have my order..."

Clearly talking into phone now and not to CBL, "I was calling to confirm her appointment." Glances back up, prompting CBL to finish her sentence.

"I was told you all would have the order here."

"Just a second." Continues conversation on phone. After a minute or two she looks back up. "What a great wallet! It's very nice!"

Cool Bag Lady says thank you.

I go to put on my wonderful shirt - thingy ma bob. The tech shows me a door and there is older woman sitting outside it.

"My things are in there. Excuse me dear. You've told me to leave my things in there and I have."

Tech apologizes to the elderly woman and asks me to come across the hall to change.

"You'll just want to come across to the room when your done. It'll be fine."

I set my things down and say thanks.

"Oh, what a great bag! It's very nice!"

It's not really that great. Weirdo.

Walk in with ultrasound tech. Someday I will have an ultrasound done for the normal reason. Someday.

Tech starts asking me questions. Have you ever had an ultrasound? What for? How long ago? Where are the scars? What is the reason for your ultrasound today? All business. Doesn't bother me a bit, small talk sometimes does though. So I'm cool.

After the questioning, I'm told to set my things down on the table next to the bed.

"Oh, what a great bag! It's really very nice!"

For the record, my bag is a plain jane black purse. It's kind of boring.

You mean there are others??

Mr. W's lady likes bugs and such. This makes me happy.
I can go butterfly hunting with someone.

I tried explaining this to Perfect.



"Dude! Guess what! Mrs. W is into butterflies and such. She has a net! She already asked if she could join me next time I go!"




"Right on."





"I don't think you understand. I've never heard anyone get as excited about butterfly hunting as me. With the exception of you, my love. It's so cool!"





"Ah...yea. Sadie? How many times do you think I've heard anyone get excited about rattlesnake hunting? With the exception of you, my love."

Roses are red....

Ah, it's Valentines Day.

The ultimate Hallmark Holiday. Sign me up.

I know Valentines Day is silly. And I'd love to sit here and tell you that I don't really care, I don't really buy into all the hoopla.

But I gotta be honest, I think I am the typical girl on VDay.

If I'm single I don't really think about it. I may send girlfriends I know are in the same boat as myself some flowers. I don't spend the day pining away for the love I wish I had. Some one to bring me chocolates. But thoughts cross my mind, when I see a girl at the office receive the 800-Flower man with a huge grin. I get a little bummed at the sight of the empty spot on the corner of my desk, where the vase would fit perfectly. But I get over it. It doesn't ruin the whole day.

If I'm taken, as I am now, things are a little different. I try not to let on that I want anything. I pretend like it's not a bid deal. But it is. I don't know why. But it is. And if my desk is bare by the end of the day, while co-workers smile and blush at their thoughtful spouses' gifts, you can bet I'll be one sad little Sadie when I get home. If there's no work that day, it's a little easier. There's more leg room.

But yea, sadly, I am one of those girls. I have to have something. I need a medal to show off my love, I need my love to prove it exists.

Lucky for me, Perfect knows all about me. He knows darn well that I have to get flowers on Valentines Day. But he also knows darn well that I will be the first person jumping up and down to go snake hunting with him. So I'm worth it, for more reasons than that one.

Paraskavedekatriaphobia

It's Friday the 13th. Like 20 million people in the US are scared of this day. Wow. That's crazy.
Don't be sceered. It'll be OK. Be brave.
Don't let a little bit of superstition and talk get you all riled up. That's my motto.

That's why I ignore the murmurs of the VSNA Book Fair being a place for pinned up geeks, smelling slightly of nerd funk. I charge past the tons of freaks, mothers with wild beast children in tow and the occasional bag lady. It's all worth it to find those rare gems, books on my list, swooped up for under a buck on the average. Oh yea. Well worth it. By the way...not everyone that goes to the book fair is a freak on a leash. Like...me... for example.

"Don't be a sissy, it's going to be fine." I told Perfect last weekend.

Mr. Wizard, a colleague of mine that comes to my aid when I don't know what's what at the office, has a side business doing photography. He needed to build his portfolio. Perfect and I did our best impressions of America's Next Top Model or whatever the hell that show is...and the end results were great.
Too bad I'm a top secret blogger, I'd post them here so you could witness the glory of such poses as Perfect's lifted eyebrow (strikingly Blue Steelish) or my "serious face" which I do so well. Perfect may have missed his calling, he takes great pictures.
We did three different shots. The first a more casual, second a bit dressy and the third in bathing suits.
Be brave!
Now before you freak out, hold the phone. Mr. W does a lot of work with photo shop. He takes the original and adds thing on top on them. Devil horns. Vampire teeth. In our case, he took some off. I have to admit, I wasn't aware that was part of the of the plan initially. But it's all done in very good taste and we have to approve anything before Mr. W will actually use it. And the rest get dumped. I guess there are things that could happen. But it's not like I'm going to be running for president anytime soon. Screw it. Besides, some of them came out looking pretty darn hot if I do say so myself.

So dig deep. Get some balls. Do something crazy. Don't be the 10% who don't leave home today. Get out there, scare a black cat. Walk under a ladder. Look fear in the face.
Or not. Whatever floats yur boat.