Unfortunately, when you move, to a whole new state, you give up certian things. In my instance, I gave up my primary care, along with my insurance. NICE.
Which puts me in the "don't go around getting sick" catagory of people in our raunchy health care system.
Lo & Behold, I need a pill refill.
I have no MD, no money to shell out for care at a family practice.
So, I turned to what options I had.
I called the health department. They rejected me. I was rejected by the Health Department. They couldn't see me for 6 long weeks.
BUT, all was not gone with the wind just yet, they referred me to the what I like to refer to as the "Last resort", Planned Parenthood.
I called.
FYI, if you need pills, at planned parenthood, you can just ask and receive, sans exam. Sans Needles.
I make an appointment, and show up.
First of all, I have never been inside of a planned parenthood in my entire life. I never held a negative feeling about the organization or a postive one for that matter. I just never had the need to patronize it.
But I was in a pinch, so I took myself over for my scheduled appointment yesterday.
I walk into the mini waiting room. It was like a sauna in there. Heat was a-blazing, yet it was in the upper 70's. I started sweating immediately. The television was sitting on a table beside a huge overflowing bowl of condoms(much like an oversized bowl of halloween candy) as Disney's Jungle Book was on blasting out the song "I wan'na be like you!"
Children were picking their noses, and wiping their treasures on the chairs.
The rude woman behind the counter belted out my name, and had me fill out a stack of papers, answering every question you can think of.
I waited to be called back, fanning myself with a copy of Cat Fancy. (the only magazing that wasn't women's health related.)
I finally make my way back to the exam room. The Nurse goes through her schpill and tells me that, sadly, they don't have my brand of pills in stock. BUT they will be happy to give me something similar.
She leaves, I'm left to wait in the dim lighted exam room, beside a 'life sized' uterus, displaying a Mirena.
I chew my lip.
I text my sister, asking her if I should ask for a prescription.
I shake my foot.
I tap the table.
Finally, the lady I refer to as "whisper woman" came in.
She literally whispered her entire conversation to me. She seemed programmed. Like she was just going through her routine schpill.
I was talking, but Whisper-bot wasn't listening. She told me the ways and hows that birth control works. I told her I understood. I'm not new to it.
She continued to talk.
I explained that I'm not really in the market of changing my pills. She said I may in fact, LIKE the 777's. I told her I'd perfer the 1/35s.
She said she will give me the 777's but I need to take them everyday at the same time. Whisper speaking to me like I am a moron, a walking talking moron who can't remember simple instructions and has trouble keeping it in her pants.
I told her I know how to take the pill, but could I have a script?
She continued her whisper talking about how important it is that I don't forget my pill, and if I take the 777s for a week, and just don't like them, give her a call and she'll write me a prescription!
I said "what about the risk of unwanted pregnancy?" (I said this because I assumed it would be a trigger word that would entice Whispers McGee, to pull out the prescription tablet and get to writing.
Skunked again!
She said "I wouldn't be too concerned. This pill is also estrogen based, however we do offer emergency birth control, as well as a proceedure."
I said "uhm..." I have no real fears of having children, as in, it's a long shot for it to happen, but I wanted to tell her I didn't WANT a proceedure. I wanted preventative measures, but apparently I'm too stupid to understand the whys and hows...
I stood at the paying window and thought very blandly "what a deal."
She came bareing a little brown bag with the pills 'securely' inside, much like a wine-o conceals his bottle.
She continues her 'whisper' talk and asked me "How many packs of 777's would you like to purchase today, Amber Dawn?" I looked at her with my head turned to the side, much like my puppy niece Chloe does when SHE can't understand why.
I said "Uhm, yeah..just the ONE."
The rude window lady took my card, swiped it and gave me the little brown bag of wrongness to me. I took a tootsie roll from the candy bowl that was strategically placed next to another oversized bowl of free condoms.
I sauntered out to my car. Chewing my lip, and quite frustrated.
After my experience at the joke of an organization, I took my absentee ballot over to the post office, and dropped it in.
After I vote, I always proudly proclaim it. "I voted!" much like my nephew used to boast about his flatuosity, when he was 5...and 8...and 12....
When I said it to the korean woman at the post office, she just looked at me blankly. So, I said trailing off a lil' "Absentee...."
She kept looking at me expressionly.
So I shrugged.
I made my way home, where Mike discussed with my mom via the telephone, the drama of WKRP. She loves bantering with him. Telling him to stay out of the rain, or he'd melt, he's so sweet (Insert eye roll here) my dad, more off the cuff, said "Naw, not melt, he'd float away." Which made Mike laugh and say "I like your dad."
We made a run for the border, then he had to go into work just for a lil' while, and he came home bearing news that we would be going to Georgia for 2wks while he goes to school! He said "Good news!! You are going to get to see your Mom!!!" As he turned down the bed for us. It made me smile and say "yay!"
This morning when I got to work, Dave gave me an eye opener about Planned Parenthood, and how it was born from the mind of a racist elitist named Margaret Sanger.
It makes perfect sense why they talk to women like they are morons at that orgainzation.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
You see all my light and you love my dark (Oct 11, 2008)
Sometimes, life happens in taco bell.
And I say that because, well, that happens to be Mike's favorite fast food in the universe, and that's where this all took place.
We were there last night.
Eating our burritos. I decided to live a lil' and stray outside of my Cheesey Bean & Rice staple.
I can't help it if that is the most tasty burrito they've created. Instead of choosing my favorite, I decided to branch out and get the chicken burrito supreme. No onions.
Mistake. The chicken tasted weird. I ate only 1/4 of it. Mike went to the counter to order my usual, telling me there was no reason for me to eat something I didn't like.
When he came back, he was pretending to be the neighbor from Home Improvement, hiding his lower face behind his taco, making me laugh hard.
A dad brought his dad and children in for dinner. They sat at the table directly to our right.
I instantly liked the grandpa. He reminded me of Poppi.
I dreamed of Poppi a little while ago. In my dream, he was in front of me. I hugged him. I was talking to him, telling him different things. The dream didn't seem to last very long, and as I was waking up, in my half asleep, just waking up daze, I thought "Where is he? I've not seen him in so long. I've seen Grandma a lot. Where is Poppi? I need to take him somewhere nice. I'm going to call him."
I woke up fully and realized that I simply cannot call him.
The dream lingered with me. The fact that I didn't grasp he's not here anymore in my just waking up state of mind bothered me a little. Maybe I don't want to believe that he's not here, I dunno.
Anyway, this Grandpa reminded me of Poppi. The Poppi from when I was little. I was looking over at him smiling at his antics.
And all of the sudden, I couldn't take being in the restaurant. I said to Mike "We need to leave...now. Can we please leave now?" I could feel the tears burning my throat. I knew I had only maybe 1/2 a minute to make it out into the nighttime.
Mike said "Sure. Absolutely."
I walked fast and determined out the door.
He was right behind me after throwing out our trash, that I left for him to deal with in my great taco bell escape. I was already in tears as I got to the sidewalk. He unlocked my door and i jumped in the car.
He said "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
I just broke down and told him the dream, and how I never even really cried about Poppi, and I just felt stupid now.
He didn't say anything, but instead threw his arms around me as I cried into his shirt. He rubbed my hair. Kissed my head. Told me it was ok to cry.
He told me that even if Poppi is gone for 20 years, it's ok to miss him so bad that it makes me cry, and he will completely understand.
He told me about the losses of his life,got misty eyed himself, and let me cry until my nose was red.
I couldn't believe how hard I was crying, and exactly how much I missed my Poppi just came pouring out of me.
Mike told me later when I referred to myself as his "emotional wreck girlfriend." That he "knew something was hurting" me when I abruptly needed to leave the bell.
I guess he thought the burrito took quick effect on my estomago.
I laughed at that. Diarrhea makes people do irratic things, and I guess he was just planning on driving hell bent to our apartment to get me to a bathroom.
I was worried that I had scared him with my out pouring of emotion, at some place as normal as Taco Bell.
He assured me that life does happen at taco bell, and that it was perfectly normal.
He called from work just to see if I was feeling ok, and that he'd be home to me as fast as he could be.
And I say that because, well, that happens to be Mike's favorite fast food in the universe, and that's where this all took place.
We were there last night.
Eating our burritos. I decided to live a lil' and stray outside of my Cheesey Bean & Rice staple.
I can't help it if that is the most tasty burrito they've created. Instead of choosing my favorite, I decided to branch out and get the chicken burrito supreme. No onions.
Mistake. The chicken tasted weird. I ate only 1/4 of it. Mike went to the counter to order my usual, telling me there was no reason for me to eat something I didn't like.
When he came back, he was pretending to be the neighbor from Home Improvement, hiding his lower face behind his taco, making me laugh hard.
A dad brought his dad and children in for dinner. They sat at the table directly to our right.
I instantly liked the grandpa. He reminded me of Poppi.
I dreamed of Poppi a little while ago. In my dream, he was in front of me. I hugged him. I was talking to him, telling him different things. The dream didn't seem to last very long, and as I was waking up, in my half asleep, just waking up daze, I thought "Where is he? I've not seen him in so long. I've seen Grandma a lot. Where is Poppi? I need to take him somewhere nice. I'm going to call him."
I woke up fully and realized that I simply cannot call him.
The dream lingered with me. The fact that I didn't grasp he's not here anymore in my just waking up state of mind bothered me a little. Maybe I don't want to believe that he's not here, I dunno.
Anyway, this Grandpa reminded me of Poppi. The Poppi from when I was little. I was looking over at him smiling at his antics.
And all of the sudden, I couldn't take being in the restaurant. I said to Mike "We need to leave...now. Can we please leave now?" I could feel the tears burning my throat. I knew I had only maybe 1/2 a minute to make it out into the nighttime.
Mike said "Sure. Absolutely."
I walked fast and determined out the door.
He was right behind me after throwing out our trash, that I left for him to deal with in my great taco bell escape. I was already in tears as I got to the sidewalk. He unlocked my door and i jumped in the car.
He said "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
I just broke down and told him the dream, and how I never even really cried about Poppi, and I just felt stupid now.
He didn't say anything, but instead threw his arms around me as I cried into his shirt. He rubbed my hair. Kissed my head. Told me it was ok to cry.
He told me that even if Poppi is gone for 20 years, it's ok to miss him so bad that it makes me cry, and he will completely understand.
He told me about the losses of his life,got misty eyed himself, and let me cry until my nose was red.
I couldn't believe how hard I was crying, and exactly how much I missed my Poppi just came pouring out of me.
Mike told me later when I referred to myself as his "emotional wreck girlfriend." That he "knew something was hurting" me when I abruptly needed to leave the bell.
I guess he thought the burrito took quick effect on my estomago.
I laughed at that. Diarrhea makes people do irratic things, and I guess he was just planning on driving hell bent to our apartment to get me to a bathroom.
I was worried that I had scared him with my out pouring of emotion, at some place as normal as Taco Bell.
He assured me that life does happen at taco bell, and that it was perfectly normal.
He called from work just to see if I was feeling ok, and that he'd be home to me as fast as he could be.
St. Bernard! That's a HUGE Festiva! (Oct 15, 2008)
I have to say, I was absolutely relieved when I read that Ohio did it. They put the too-fat-to die rapist/murderer to death.
I'm so sick of this world that we've created, this world of try not to hurt anyone's feelings, and treat everyone with kid gloves, because heaven knows that some fat rapist murderer may get his feelings hurt....It makes me want to vomit.
But at least, Ohio had the guts to say, fat or not, your time is up, chubbo. I made me think, maybe there is justice. Even though the asshole was hateful and violent until the end. Even though he showed not an oz of remorse or regret for taking lives. Even though...there is justice, and he isn't breathing good air, and devouring tax payers dollars.
So, I say quite flippantly indeed, good riddance.
In weekendy knews,
I opted to spend saturday night at the Casa De G'no. Where we dined on fine burritos and desserted with pumpkin pie.
It needs to be said, the G'nos have a fantastic sofa. It probably seats a million comfortably.
So there we were, watching fat dogs, and the next thing I know Dave is asleep on his continent of the sofa, Lynsey's asleep in her time zone of the sofa, and I'm lounging comfortably on the australia end of the sofa (island/continent/country) profoundly amazingly asleep. I wake up to gunfire galore and Lynsey mumbling "TURN IT DOWN, DAVID!"
and Dave mumbling in return "i did."
After what seemed like an eternity of Demolition Man the Live Action Play, I groggily announced that I was haulin' it upstairs to the guest room.
The next morning I was cheerfully wakened by Lyns and her fuzzy wuzzy pupply girl. Chloe greets every day and every person with exhuberance. Like she not only has to be in that day, but she has to tackle it and absorb every moment of excitement. I love that about her.
So, she bounded, she leaped, she charmed the morning with her cuteness. She ran circles and played the chase me game, that Michael swears he and chloe created together.
Then Lyns and I set off towards Frederick, for shopping. Birthday shopping to b exact. For her husband. Since his birthday is this week.
We made it as far as the little town of Thurmont, MD. I've only been to one location in this town. That was the sheetz gas station there off of 15. But the signs were everywhere for Colorfest.
I asked Lyns what it was, and she said she didn't know, so we took a lil' trek through town.
I have to say, it is quite possible that Thurmont is the cutest town in all of Maryland. It's quaint. It's pretty. It's so starshollow that I spent a deal of time looking for Dosey's market. There was even a yellow victorian that we drove past, in a shameless attempt to avoid the $10 parking fees, that looked like Rory should be bounding out of the door.
I want to live in that house.
I want to call it home.
It was just too perfect.
Before we actually did pay for parking, we stopped at what may've been the world's bestest yard sale this side of the mason-dixon.
It was operated by two lil' old ladies and an elderly gent. The elderly man, i adored immediately.
He told us that "yes it was fine!" for us to leave our findings up at the check out table, so that we could go "get another arm full!"
I almost felt guilty for racking up on so much vintage stuff for so cheap. It made me feel like I was robbing them. Homer Laughlin serving plates, cake carriers, vintage jars, fedoras, you name it. If it was from the 50's...it was probably there.
It was my favorite part of Colorfest, and it wasn't even technicallly part of the fest.
At the yard sale Lyns and i ooooed and awwed over the fattest lil' pomeranian ever. She looked like a fox. And she lounged lazily in a baby stroller. I LOVE doggies in baby strollers.
I kept saying "You're so precious!"
Finally I asked the man pushing her around "What is her name?"
He said "Precious."
Which made me laugh because it was so befitting.
As I rounded the table, a man in a purple wig and a matching Raven's jersey (superfan) was holding the leash of a st. bernard. A drooling st. bernard. I said "Whoa! he's huge!"
The man said "yeah...he's only one year old, you know? 160 pounds already!"
I said "No kidding? Can i pet him?"
he said "Sure can." biting his lip, he straddled the dog, and held tight to his lead.
I stepped back and said "Does he bite?"
He said "No siree, he just gets happy and He'll knock you down."
I petted his head, and wondered if come winter, he'll wear a barrell round his neck....
Lynsey and I did make our way to the official colorfest. Tents galore. Crafty stuff. We walked around and around before stopping for Lemonade.
We meant to get a funne cake and some kettle korn (for her and dave, i despise that stuff)
If you find yourself ever in Thurmont in october, and they are having Colorfest, you should go. it's too quaint not to...plus, if you are a mullet watcher, they are out en force...
Never fear, even despite getting sidetracked at the festival (still do not know why they call it colorfest unless they are referring to the leaves?) Lynsey & I did however, finally make it to frederick, where we only crammed in a lil' bit of shopping. And a pumpkin spice latte.
I came home to find my man getting ready for work...
In addition to talking about the up-n-coming G'no party, We made plans to go to NYC this weekend....so he can kiss me on top of the Empire state building
I'm so sick of this world that we've created, this world of try not to hurt anyone's feelings, and treat everyone with kid gloves, because heaven knows that some fat rapist murderer may get his feelings hurt....It makes me want to vomit.
But at least, Ohio had the guts to say, fat or not, your time is up, chubbo. I made me think, maybe there is justice. Even though the asshole was hateful and violent until the end. Even though he showed not an oz of remorse or regret for taking lives. Even though...there is justice, and he isn't breathing good air, and devouring tax payers dollars.
So, I say quite flippantly indeed, good riddance.
In weekendy knews,
I opted to spend saturday night at the Casa De G'no. Where we dined on fine burritos and desserted with pumpkin pie.
It needs to be said, the G'nos have a fantastic sofa. It probably seats a million comfortably.
So there we were, watching fat dogs, and the next thing I know Dave is asleep on his continent of the sofa, Lynsey's asleep in her time zone of the sofa, and I'm lounging comfortably on the australia end of the sofa (island/continent/country) profoundly amazingly asleep. I wake up to gunfire galore and Lynsey mumbling "TURN IT DOWN, DAVID!"
and Dave mumbling in return "i did."
After what seemed like an eternity of Demolition Man the Live Action Play, I groggily announced that I was haulin' it upstairs to the guest room.
The next morning I was cheerfully wakened by Lyns and her fuzzy wuzzy pupply girl. Chloe greets every day and every person with exhuberance. Like she not only has to be in that day, but she has to tackle it and absorb every moment of excitement. I love that about her.
So, she bounded, she leaped, she charmed the morning with her cuteness. She ran circles and played the chase me game, that Michael swears he and chloe created together.
Then Lyns and I set off towards Frederick, for shopping. Birthday shopping to b exact. For her husband. Since his birthday is this week.
We made it as far as the little town of Thurmont, MD. I've only been to one location in this town. That was the sheetz gas station there off of 15. But the signs were everywhere for Colorfest.
I asked Lyns what it was, and she said she didn't know, so we took a lil' trek through town.
I have to say, it is quite possible that Thurmont is the cutest town in all of Maryland. It's quaint. It's pretty. It's so starshollow that I spent a deal of time looking for Dosey's market. There was even a yellow victorian that we drove past, in a shameless attempt to avoid the $10 parking fees, that looked like Rory should be bounding out of the door.
I want to live in that house.
I want to call it home.
It was just too perfect.
Before we actually did pay for parking, we stopped at what may've been the world's bestest yard sale this side of the mason-dixon.
It was operated by two lil' old ladies and an elderly gent. The elderly man, i adored immediately.
He told us that "yes it was fine!" for us to leave our findings up at the check out table, so that we could go "get another arm full!"
I almost felt guilty for racking up on so much vintage stuff for so cheap. It made me feel like I was robbing them. Homer Laughlin serving plates, cake carriers, vintage jars, fedoras, you name it. If it was from the 50's...it was probably there.
It was my favorite part of Colorfest, and it wasn't even technicallly part of the fest.
At the yard sale Lyns and i ooooed and awwed over the fattest lil' pomeranian ever. She looked like a fox. And she lounged lazily in a baby stroller. I LOVE doggies in baby strollers.
I kept saying "You're so precious!"
Finally I asked the man pushing her around "What is her name?"
He said "Precious."
Which made me laugh because it was so befitting.
As I rounded the table, a man in a purple wig and a matching Raven's jersey (superfan) was holding the leash of a st. bernard. A drooling st. bernard. I said "Whoa! he's huge!"
The man said "yeah...he's only one year old, you know? 160 pounds already!"
I said "No kidding? Can i pet him?"
he said "Sure can." biting his lip, he straddled the dog, and held tight to his lead.
I stepped back and said "Does he bite?"
He said "No siree, he just gets happy and He'll knock you down."
I petted his head, and wondered if come winter, he'll wear a barrell round his neck....
Lynsey and I did make our way to the official colorfest. Tents galore. Crafty stuff. We walked around and around before stopping for Lemonade.
We meant to get a funne cake and some kettle korn (for her and dave, i despise that stuff)
If you find yourself ever in Thurmont in october, and they are having Colorfest, you should go. it's too quaint not to...plus, if you are a mullet watcher, they are out en force...
Never fear, even despite getting sidetracked at the festival (still do not know why they call it colorfest unless they are referring to the leaves?) Lynsey & I did however, finally make it to frederick, where we only crammed in a lil' bit of shopping. And a pumpkin spice latte.
I came home to find my man getting ready for work...
In addition to talking about the up-n-coming G'no party, We made plans to go to NYC this weekend....so he can kiss me on top of the Empire state building
Curry Chicken Makes Me Miss Atlanta (Oct 17, 2008)
Tonight, eating my curry chicken (I have an obsession with curry lately) and potato cake, I decided to stream Dave Fm from Atlanta.
The first song they play is Snow Patrol's Take Back The City. I'm sitting there bouncing my head and chewing along with the music, like I always do when I am eating and hear a song I like.
And suddenly, in mid-rhythm-chew of my chicken, I miss Atlanta. Could've been the lil' picture of the city they had on their website, that made me feel a lil' tender towards Georgia. Could've been the texts I was sending to Sandra today. Could've been that I really want a frozen orange from the Varsity, Could've been I miss my family and friendlies, and my pets I left behind. Could've been that yahoo told me Smyrna was a lovely 81degrees, and those of us livin' in MD are 10 degrees cooler...
It was probably all of the above.
But the music started, and suddenly, there I was, back in Georgia, lounging on my friend's brown sofa, laughing over mutuals...friends not funds.
I was turning into Atlantic Station to go to Ikea. I was walking into the flying buscuit for breakfast, and laughing on the 3rd floor archive room of the museum. I was driving past Fat Boys when they were open and had the best milkshakes in town. I was driving with Michael to Centennial Park, or Stone Mountain, or past the infamously famous big chicken. I was mocking the trendies with my sister...
Weird how a song alone can whisk you away...
Being here with Michael is where I want to be, yet, I think it's only normal to miss where I became me. I fullly realize the state is not me, it just defined me.
And this weekend Michael and I are packing in the actividades. NYC, G'nos Fiesta, Inner Harbor on Sunday. I've not seen him for more than 5 mins since Sunday.A whole weekend with just me and Mikely doin' what we're good at makes me excited with the pompatus of togetherness. So excited I may bust another move on the Maaco security camera.
Which has rapidly become my newest hobby. Dancing for the security camera. In hopes that if the police ever do need to review the tapes, they will be entertained royally by my cabbage patch or rodeo lasso hop in a circle.
Hey, I get my 15 mins of fame where I can, people.
I'm sure the fabulousness awaits us in the Big Apple. My dad told me I should twang it up and ask randomers where that there big apple actually is. He cracked me up because this came after he told me I definitely need to buy the chicken costume, just to go to Cluck U Chicken to eat.
The first song they play is Snow Patrol's Take Back The City. I'm sitting there bouncing my head and chewing along with the music, like I always do when I am eating and hear a song I like.
And suddenly, in mid-rhythm-chew of my chicken, I miss Atlanta. Could've been the lil' picture of the city they had on their website, that made me feel a lil' tender towards Georgia. Could've been the texts I was sending to Sandra today. Could've been that I really want a frozen orange from the Varsity, Could've been I miss my family and friendlies, and my pets I left behind. Could've been that yahoo told me Smyrna was a lovely 81degrees, and those of us livin' in MD are 10 degrees cooler...
It was probably all of the above.
But the music started, and suddenly, there I was, back in Georgia, lounging on my friend's brown sofa, laughing over mutuals...friends not funds.
I was turning into Atlantic Station to go to Ikea. I was walking into the flying buscuit for breakfast, and laughing on the 3rd floor archive room of the museum. I was driving past Fat Boys when they were open and had the best milkshakes in town. I was driving with Michael to Centennial Park, or Stone Mountain, or past the infamously famous big chicken. I was mocking the trendies with my sister...
Weird how a song alone can whisk you away...
Being here with Michael is where I want to be, yet, I think it's only normal to miss where I became me. I fullly realize the state is not me, it just defined me.
And this weekend Michael and I are packing in the actividades. NYC, G'nos Fiesta, Inner Harbor on Sunday. I've not seen him for more than 5 mins since Sunday.A whole weekend with just me and Mikely doin' what we're good at makes me excited with the pompatus of togetherness. So excited I may bust another move on the Maaco security camera.
Which has rapidly become my newest hobby. Dancing for the security camera. In hopes that if the police ever do need to review the tapes, they will be entertained royally by my cabbage patch or rodeo lasso hop in a circle.
Hey, I get my 15 mins of fame where I can, people.
I'm sure the fabulousness awaits us in the Big Apple. My dad told me I should twang it up and ask randomers where that there big apple actually is. He cracked me up because this came after he told me I definitely need to buy the chicken costume, just to go to Cluck U Chicken to eat.
Start Spreading the News (Oct 20, 2008)
Turns out, Michael and I did NOT make a trip up to NYC. It wasn't in the cards for this weekend.
We knew if we went to Manhattan, there is no way we'd make it back to The Gno's house on Saturday for the Birthday Party Fiesta para Dave.
Not logically, anyway.
Who could squeeze in all the sights and sounds and street vending hotdoggers AND still have time to put our party shoes on to get down in Pennslyvania? No one I know, that's who.
Instead, I relished the ENTIRE weekend with my lil' man.
Saturday Pre-party morning, we lounged and were deliciously lazy. I made late brunch for us (Scrambled eggs & Turkey bacon).
Will called for a saturday morning chat. Even spoke to Mikely. He gave us sound as a pound advice for when we actually DO travel to the Big Apple.
After the will-a-talk-a-thon, Mike and I finished watching the Love Guru.
We Mariska Hargitay-ed our Indian Neighbors as they walked past our patio. (I love their Ganesh that rides shotgun on their dashboard.)
We got ready to make it to Lyns' before the other party-iers came, so's we could squeeze in some Chloe Jane time.
Upon arrival, Mz Chloe ran amuck, or did "The Mess Around" as Mike says. (Quoting from Plains Trains & Automobiles)
Lyns put her hallows eve costume on the pup. (The Bee) She ran around the house with much rapidity, sliding and skidding to entice her Michael to play.
It worked. He loves that pup.
He held her, he massaged her. She was in heaven. After the Chloe Michelle playtime, Lynsey, Mike & I got the appetizers ready. Or the Whores Durvs. As Lyns & I lovingly referred to them.
Michael helped by being tall and reaching for things in the backs of cabinets. He climbed on step stools, he provided giggles, he even drove us to pick up the pizza pies and the bag of ice.
I love that he helps out. It makes me feel so happy and cherished that he would be quick to lend a hand for not only me but my family as well.
It makes me want to kiss him full on the lips.
Michael made my sister laugh so hard that HE cried. She was doing a rapid fire series of photog. She would call out a scenario and we were to 'as a team' make a face that would fit said scenario.
"You just got a new bike for christmas!"
"You are begging for birthday cake!"
And the one that brought such laughter from Lyns was:
"You just found out that Santa isn't real!"
We both pulled sad faces, but it was Michael's expression that made Lynsey laugh too hard to get an in focus picture.
My man mumbled with disheartenedness "He's NOT real?"
We had cake. Devon showed me that he had lost two teeth.
I said "WOW! Did the tooth fairy come to your house?"
He said yes indeed the fairy did drop by and left a George Washington for each tooth.
Lynsey said "A DOLLAR? The toothfairy TOOK money from me! She showed up with holes in her joggers, a cigerette that needed to be ashed, thick blue eye shadow, and I Had to pay her!"
I started laughing. I said "But she did have those fake fairy wings."
Lynsey laughed out "I still owe her!"
We were the only ones laughing, the entire room was looking at us. Not laughing. I sat my red solo cup down and smacked my fist-mike and said "Is this thing on? I'll be here all week ladies and gents!"
Lyns said "Please. Leave a tip. I STILL owe the tooth fairy...That bitch and Sally Mae, they are kicking my ass!"
Everyone was looking at us like we were insane, and when her sister in law asked what was funny, Lyns' mother in law said "Don't ask."
She understands that somethings are only funny between sisters.
Mike & I made it our mission to shop-lift items we need from the Gnos. Mike pocketed (In Lyns' plain sight, the fancy tongs she has)
He stage whispered for me to locate a muffin pan.
I absolutely adore that my man can make my sister belly laugh...It means she really likes him..and her approval of my man is important, beyond important to me.
Sunday, he and I went to Annapolis. We malled around, we had possibly the BEST chocolates ever...next to Lindt. It's called Frango, and they are Mike's favorites...I think I know what Santa is bringing him...
We knew if we went to Manhattan, there is no way we'd make it back to The Gno's house on Saturday for the Birthday Party Fiesta para Dave.
Not logically, anyway.
Who could squeeze in all the sights and sounds and street vending hotdoggers AND still have time to put our party shoes on to get down in Pennslyvania? No one I know, that's who.
Instead, I relished the ENTIRE weekend with my lil' man.
Saturday Pre-party morning, we lounged and were deliciously lazy. I made late brunch for us (Scrambled eggs & Turkey bacon).
Will called for a saturday morning chat. Even spoke to Mikely. He gave us sound as a pound advice for when we actually DO travel to the Big Apple.
After the will-a-talk-a-thon, Mike and I finished watching the Love Guru.
We Mariska Hargitay-ed our Indian Neighbors as they walked past our patio. (I love their Ganesh that rides shotgun on their dashboard.)
We got ready to make it to Lyns' before the other party-iers came, so's we could squeeze in some Chloe Jane time.
Upon arrival, Mz Chloe ran amuck, or did "The Mess Around" as Mike says. (Quoting from Plains Trains & Automobiles)
Lyns put her hallows eve costume on the pup. (The Bee) She ran around the house with much rapidity, sliding and skidding to entice her Michael to play.
It worked. He loves that pup.
He held her, he massaged her. She was in heaven. After the Chloe Michelle playtime, Lynsey, Mike & I got the appetizers ready. Or the Whores Durvs. As Lyns & I lovingly referred to them.
Michael helped by being tall and reaching for things in the backs of cabinets. He climbed on step stools, he provided giggles, he even drove us to pick up the pizza pies and the bag of ice.
I love that he helps out. It makes me feel so happy and cherished that he would be quick to lend a hand for not only me but my family as well.
It makes me want to kiss him full on the lips.
Michael made my sister laugh so hard that HE cried. She was doing a rapid fire series of photog. She would call out a scenario and we were to 'as a team' make a face that would fit said scenario.
"You just got a new bike for christmas!"
"You are begging for birthday cake!"
And the one that brought such laughter from Lyns was:
"You just found out that Santa isn't real!"
We both pulled sad faces, but it was Michael's expression that made Lynsey laugh too hard to get an in focus picture.
My man mumbled with disheartenedness "He's NOT real?"
We had cake. Devon showed me that he had lost two teeth.
I said "WOW! Did the tooth fairy come to your house?"
He said yes indeed the fairy did drop by and left a George Washington for each tooth.
Lynsey said "A DOLLAR? The toothfairy TOOK money from me! She showed up with holes in her joggers, a cigerette that needed to be ashed, thick blue eye shadow, and I Had to pay her!"
I started laughing. I said "But she did have those fake fairy wings."
Lynsey laughed out "I still owe her!"
We were the only ones laughing, the entire room was looking at us. Not laughing. I sat my red solo cup down and smacked my fist-mike and said "Is this thing on? I'll be here all week ladies and gents!"
Lyns said "Please. Leave a tip. I STILL owe the tooth fairy...That bitch and Sally Mae, they are kicking my ass!"
Everyone was looking at us like we were insane, and when her sister in law asked what was funny, Lyns' mother in law said "Don't ask."
She understands that somethings are only funny between sisters.
Mike & I made it our mission to shop-lift items we need from the Gnos. Mike pocketed (In Lyns' plain sight, the fancy tongs she has)
He stage whispered for me to locate a muffin pan.
I absolutely adore that my man can make my sister belly laugh...It means she really likes him..and her approval of my man is important, beyond important to me.
Sunday, he and I went to Annapolis. We malled around, we had possibly the BEST chocolates ever...next to Lindt. It's called Frango, and they are Mike's favorites...I think I know what Santa is bringing him...
Nicknames and Jokes (Oct 23, 2008)
Sitting here, at this mini-desk area that I sit at, I spent the last 5 mins. sharpening pencils. It made me feel very retro-a-rific. I even gave them the full pouty lip blow to get the pencil dusties off. I didn't realize I was even doing it until the last pencil so I'm sure the glam factor was missing from the entire process...That and well my hair is full of static.
Regardless while being the only woman in a shop of men I've learned quite a lot. First thing is, some men will indeed hold in farts and take it out doors. BUT they will ALWAYS let you know that they've done that and that "Their butt cheeks were squeezed together for HOURS" (Direct quote)
Dirty jokes are always funny. As are the aforementioned fart jokes. Day old coffee can be reheated and consumed, and nothing thought of it.
And they are, for the most part, clueless about women and what women truly want.
However, I did get a brand new nickname! For some reason people love to attach monikers to me...which I do believe is a good thing in most instances.
I'm not really sure who he is, but he comes by regularly. I think he somehow does something with parts or stickering or something...
I call him "Grapefruit", because his mom lives in Florida.
He calls me "Southern Belle" because well..does it need explaining? He says it like this "Hey Southern Belle! What's new?" And then upon leaving "See ya Southern Belle!"
In other news...
My sweetie-sweet has the night off. Which I'm hoping means squeezing in as much togetherness as humanly possible before bedtime.
Friday evening I came home from work. There were reminder letters on all the doors to all the ghetto-loud neighbors we have telling them they needed to simmer down with the noise, and not to be loitering in the stairwells and laundry rooms. (Gracias to my boyfriend who complained).
I open the door holding the red letter in my hand. Joy, sheer joy upon my face. As I'm pulling the key from the lock, I hear, down the hallway on the other end of the apartment snoring. (granted our bedroom door was open)
I slip out of my shoes (I hate wearing shoes inside) and creep down the hall still holding the red letter in hand. I stand quietly in the center of the room, watching him. He did not awaken, just kept happily snoring on.
I said sweetly "hi honey"
He snored on.
I repeated myself. Just a little louder.
Snoring stopped. The eyes opened, heavy. He did that fabulous thing I love, he moved his mouth before saying "Hi!"
I waved the letter at him saying "Look what was on the door! May I read it?"
he said "Yeah."
I read it proud, like a kid giving a report.
He said smiling "I know. I told them."
I got in bed with him, and proceeded to tell him a joke that Tom had told me at work. Mike is forever telling me jokes that make my stomach hurt from laughter. This joke I told, well, I butchered it. Terribly. So bad that I stopped. He was smiling. I was embarrassed.
I put my head under the blankets.
He said "Finish the joke, please? I want to hear it."
I said "No. I ruined it!"
He laughed and said "Please?"
He so sweet to humor me..
I do so love being held by him. He's whittled down holding me to an art. It's perfect. I snuggle against him, and presto, I'm all warm and feel like nothing or no one in this world can harm me.
It's so different having a man who actually cares about me. He shows me in such sweet little ways that I just feel so full that I may just burst.
And it's all unique to him. There's no other like him, I'm convinced.
The way he says my name, or makes me laugh, I even adore the way he insists that in holding my hand, his arm MUST be in front. I tease him mercilessly for it, but I adore it.
I absolutely love our stoplight kisses. When it turns red, he leans over and gives me a sweet kiss. Not the "HEY Assholes! Get a Room!" type of kiss.
And he lets me bombard him with nicknames galore. Buddy is the one I use most frequently next to Sweetie-Sweet.
But what I truly appreciate about him, is the way he gets me. He understands me, and he allows me room to be me. Whether I'm being stubborn, or pouty, or totally ruining a joke, he always seems quite amused with my antics.
I know I'm such a lucky woman, beyond lucky.
Regardless while being the only woman in a shop of men I've learned quite a lot. First thing is, some men will indeed hold in farts and take it out doors. BUT they will ALWAYS let you know that they've done that and that "Their butt cheeks were squeezed together for HOURS" (Direct quote)
Dirty jokes are always funny. As are the aforementioned fart jokes. Day old coffee can be reheated and consumed, and nothing thought of it.
And they are, for the most part, clueless about women and what women truly want.
However, I did get a brand new nickname! For some reason people love to attach monikers to me...which I do believe is a good thing in most instances.
I'm not really sure who he is, but he comes by regularly. I think he somehow does something with parts or stickering or something...
I call him "Grapefruit", because his mom lives in Florida.
He calls me "Southern Belle" because well..does it need explaining? He says it like this "Hey Southern Belle! What's new?" And then upon leaving "See ya Southern Belle!"
In other news...
My sweetie-sweet has the night off. Which I'm hoping means squeezing in as much togetherness as humanly possible before bedtime.
Friday evening I came home from work. There were reminder letters on all the doors to all the ghetto-loud neighbors we have telling them they needed to simmer down with the noise, and not to be loitering in the stairwells and laundry rooms. (Gracias to my boyfriend who complained).
I open the door holding the red letter in my hand. Joy, sheer joy upon my face. As I'm pulling the key from the lock, I hear, down the hallway on the other end of the apartment snoring. (granted our bedroom door was open)
I slip out of my shoes (I hate wearing shoes inside) and creep down the hall still holding the red letter in hand. I stand quietly in the center of the room, watching him. He did not awaken, just kept happily snoring on.
I said sweetly "hi honey"
He snored on.
I repeated myself. Just a little louder.
Snoring stopped. The eyes opened, heavy. He did that fabulous thing I love, he moved his mouth before saying "Hi!"
I waved the letter at him saying "Look what was on the door! May I read it?"
he said "Yeah."
I read it proud, like a kid giving a report.
He said smiling "I know. I told them."
I got in bed with him, and proceeded to tell him a joke that Tom had told me at work. Mike is forever telling me jokes that make my stomach hurt from laughter. This joke I told, well, I butchered it. Terribly. So bad that I stopped. He was smiling. I was embarrassed.
I put my head under the blankets.
He said "Finish the joke, please? I want to hear it."
I said "No. I ruined it!"
He laughed and said "Please?"
He so sweet to humor me..
I do so love being held by him. He's whittled down holding me to an art. It's perfect. I snuggle against him, and presto, I'm all warm and feel like nothing or no one in this world can harm me.
It's so different having a man who actually cares about me. He shows me in such sweet little ways that I just feel so full that I may just burst.
And it's all unique to him. There's no other like him, I'm convinced.
The way he says my name, or makes me laugh, I even adore the way he insists that in holding my hand, his arm MUST be in front. I tease him mercilessly for it, but I adore it.
I absolutely love our stoplight kisses. When it turns red, he leans over and gives me a sweet kiss. Not the "HEY Assholes! Get a Room!" type of kiss.
And he lets me bombard him with nicknames galore. Buddy is the one I use most frequently next to Sweetie-Sweet.
But what I truly appreciate about him, is the way he gets me. He understands me, and he allows me room to be me. Whether I'm being stubborn, or pouty, or totally ruining a joke, he always seems quite amused with my antics.
I know I'm such a lucky woman, beyond lucky.
The Deliciousness of Togetherness (Oct 24, 2008)
Last night, I came home to the delicious smells of my boyfriend cooking dinner. The apartment was warm, as they actually came out and fixed our light, our heater, and promptly did not reattach the cabinet door to the cabinet...c'est la vie...that wasn't a concern of mine at all...My sweetie-sweet was home.
He had made chicken (This, turkey & fish are basically the only meats I eat) It was baking in the oven. He had the carrots going. They smelled fantastic. He got creative and made an Indian sauce for them.
He told me that roasted red potatoes were unfortunately NOT on the menu for the night.
I said pretend-pouty and giving him a lil' kiss "Aww."
He said "Well, I went to get them, and they were....looking at me."
I said "Oh?"
He said "Covered in eyes."
I said "NIICE!"
We joked and teased each other, as we readied dinner.
I was teasing him about something and I said "My body My choice!"
Without one blink of an eye, not even looking up from draining the carrots he said "I hear ya screamin' sister!"
Which made me laugh.
He told me how ridiculous he found the new army dress uniforms as we set the table.
After eating, we got our the coats to go to Cold Stone. Yeah, it was cold, but it's his day off and if he wants ice cream, we will get it.
He ended up with his standard favorite the Oh Fudge Shake. I got crazy with it and had pumpkin ice cream with graham cracker crust bits. It was like eating a pumpkin pie. I nearly finished the entire Like It Bowl.
We went to the shopette for the $2.60 per gallon gas, then over to the commissary for eggs. (Even though he's not supposed to eat them)
He reached for the egglands that he always gets. Plain white ones. I said "Oh, but are they cage free?"
He said "what?"
I said "The eggs, are the cage free?"
He said "They are in a carton."
I said "I mean do the eggs come from cage free chickens?"
He said "I thought all chickens live in cages?"
I said "noooo. the cage free eggs are the ones I like. The chickens are free to roam around. They aren't in lil' cages unable to move."
He said "Hmm..really?"
I said pointing "See, eggland's cage free...right there."
He crinkled his nose "They're brown."
I said "I know."
It took some convincing that the "freckles" were normal.
He then shrugged and said "You're the boss."
After going home, he decided to get into his pj's & turn out the lights.
I said "Hey buddy, it's only 8:45"
I asked him if he wanted to watch tv with me. He did his pursey lipped head nod asking what should we watch...
I said "Uhm...sex and the city?"
He said "Weeelll....." making a signature grimace.
I said "Oooh! When you say Weeeellll it always means yes! This is the happiest day of my LIFE! My boyfriend is going to watch sex & the city with me!"
He said grinning "If it makes you that happy, put it in...BUT you cannot tell anyone I watched this!!"
I said "Who would I tell?"
He said "Your sister....Dave...The world."
I said "The world? How could I tell the world?"
He said "In your blog."
I laughed.
Turns out...he laughed very very hard at the scene where Carrie calls Miranda about seeing Big at the Opera. In the scene, Steve sits up in bed says "ugggh!" abruptly then falls back down asleep.
I knew he was a Harry-Steve mix.
He had made chicken (This, turkey & fish are basically the only meats I eat) It was baking in the oven. He had the carrots going. They smelled fantastic. He got creative and made an Indian sauce for them.
He told me that roasted red potatoes were unfortunately NOT on the menu for the night.
I said pretend-pouty and giving him a lil' kiss "Aww."
He said "Well, I went to get them, and they were....looking at me."
I said "Oh?"
He said "Covered in eyes."
I said "NIICE!"
We joked and teased each other, as we readied dinner.
I was teasing him about something and I said "My body My choice!"
Without one blink of an eye, not even looking up from draining the carrots he said "I hear ya screamin' sister!"
Which made me laugh.
He told me how ridiculous he found the new army dress uniforms as we set the table.
After eating, we got our the coats to go to Cold Stone. Yeah, it was cold, but it's his day off and if he wants ice cream, we will get it.
He ended up with his standard favorite the Oh Fudge Shake. I got crazy with it and had pumpkin ice cream with graham cracker crust bits. It was like eating a pumpkin pie. I nearly finished the entire Like It Bowl.
We went to the shopette for the $2.60 per gallon gas, then over to the commissary for eggs. (Even though he's not supposed to eat them)
He reached for the egglands that he always gets. Plain white ones. I said "Oh, but are they cage free?"
He said "what?"
I said "The eggs, are the cage free?"
He said "They are in a carton."
I said "I mean do the eggs come from cage free chickens?"
He said "I thought all chickens live in cages?"
I said "noooo. the cage free eggs are the ones I like. The chickens are free to roam around. They aren't in lil' cages unable to move."
He said "Hmm..really?"
I said pointing "See, eggland's cage free...right there."
He crinkled his nose "They're brown."
I said "I know."
It took some convincing that the "freckles" were normal.
He then shrugged and said "You're the boss."
After going home, he decided to get into his pj's & turn out the lights.
I said "Hey buddy, it's only 8:45"
I asked him if he wanted to watch tv with me. He did his pursey lipped head nod asking what should we watch...
I said "Uhm...sex and the city?"
He said "Weeelll....." making a signature grimace.
I said "Oooh! When you say Weeeellll it always means yes! This is the happiest day of my LIFE! My boyfriend is going to watch sex & the city with me!"
He said grinning "If it makes you that happy, put it in...BUT you cannot tell anyone I watched this!!"
I said "Who would I tell?"
He said "Your sister....Dave...The world."
I said "The world? How could I tell the world?"
He said "In your blog."
I laughed.
Turns out...he laughed very very hard at the scene where Carrie calls Miranda about seeing Big at the Opera. In the scene, Steve sits up in bed says "ugggh!" abruptly then falls back down asleep.
I knew he was a Harry-Steve mix.
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