Inquisitrix

I have been totally busting my ass the past couple of weeks so I could leave for L.A. this week and see Lisa and Paul and their new baby, Griffin. I was going to be gone for an entire week so I needed to make sure that all of my loose ends were tied in a nice neat little bow.

And have I mentioned that work is also kicking my ass at the exact same time that I have been busting it? Yeah, no fun. Also, the brother and SIL needed childcare on three separate days for more than 8 hours at a time. Hello? And another good friend, Jean, had a baby on Tuesday. Oy.

Then we also had a Poker tournament for work last Wednesday night. I had never played Texas Hold ‘Em (no limit, I have only played 7 card stud), so I asked for a few practice games. Well, the great guys that I work with decided that we were only going to have ONE practice game, but forgot to tell Melissa, so - thinking I had nothing to lose, on the second game - I bet all of my chips. And lost. And they saw nothing wrong with this. THAT will be the last time that happens.

Thursday, Valentine’s Day, came and went with a dozen red roses from my hunka, hunka burning love, and lots of Chocolate from me to him. Because neither one of us was coordinated enough to make reservations anywhere, and we are already an old boring married couple, we ate dinner at a restaurant called Ingredient, which was interesting - No tipping. Very, very fresh ingredients. Very good food in a very casual atmosphere. Just my speed.

I tracked down the guy that had done my hair before I moved to Australia and, after work on Friday, we reunited (And yes, it feels SO GOOD). Brent is an experienced stylist that knows color. Hello! The bright spot of my week. Thank GOD because the sweet young thing that I have gone to since I have been back was nice, but not exactly ‘good. My hair is the only thing I am truly vain about. I mean, I wear makeup all of the time, but that is so I don’t scare small children. So that’s not vanity, it’s self defense. But if my hair is great, I feel great, right?

Well, not exactly - My wagon had been draggin the entire week. I felt really, really tired. By Friday, my throat was tickling. I was going to see Jean’s baby on the way home, but I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea so I called at the last second to cancel. And I was right. Saturday morning, I was coughing up copious amounts of green phlegm. I went to the doctor and was told not to travel, and definitely not to hang around any babies! Bronchitis, Strep Throat (and my doc thinks, a virus). Blech.

Thus, my trip to LA has been postponed until mid April. I made a few phone calls and squeaked out apologies. My friends were happy that the trip was postponed (Lisa was happy that Griffin will be old enough to take on field trips and Eileen won’t have to shampoo carpets) and I have never been so happy that my friends were happy that I wasn’t coming for a visit. I hate canceling at the last second. But who wants germs?

A LOT of people are sick right now. I went to the drugstore to get my prescriptions filled and was looking over the remaining boxes of Mucinex to decide which box to purchase. I have never taken it before, so I was reading the box (while it was on the shelf). Which, apparently, was a mistake. All of the sudden I heard a very loud “EXCUSE ME” and this unbelievably rude old woman snatched the very box that I was reading, which happened to be the last of that kind. I was shocked at how obviously rude she was - she knew exactly what she was doing and made zero apologies. I watched her as she made her way to the blood pressure cuff station and sat down to get a reading. It took everything I had not to run over, scream “NO - EXCUSE ME” and beat her about the head and shoulders with the pressure cuff. But alas, I was tired. And she wasn’t worth it. So very tired.

Here’s one weird thing - I looked like I had been run over by a truck: my eyes were bloodshot, I was sweating from fever and I hadn’t showered because I took the first doctor’s appointment that I could get on Saturday AM before ending up at the drugstore, but no less than four guys flirted with me. This usually doesn’t happen even when I look good and I wanted to say STOP LOOKING AT ME OR I WILL GIVE YOU MY GERMS. Can’t a guy tell when you aren’t on your game? Must have been the hair.

On another note, I am honestly not sure how much longer I will keep blogging. Quite frankly, I am bored with me. And really busy. I might change the direction if I get organized in the next couple of months.