A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste...

...color me wasteful!
I had my pre-emobolization consultation today, since this entire thing began (the search for fibroids) back in November I started a shiny white folder containing all of my medical information, you know forms I've filled out, spreadsheets tracking my cycle and it's reaction to the fibes, future appointments, business cards from various medical personnel, a dvd of my MRI, you get the picture. Well, like a right git I left the shiny white folder on the counter at the lab office. See, I wasn't expecting to get blood drawn today but I did, so I was a bit disheveled plus the very nice man who took my blood (from a vein on the back of my hand!!!) kept praising Jesus (that is was Friday, that I had such lovely veins on my hand, that the labels for the tubes printed out correctly, you name it the big JC was praised) so that distracted me as well. I've never had blood drawn from the back of my hand before so THAT freaked me out but it was fine, the man has a light touch despite the fact that it was his FIRST week with UCSF, momma! Ok, ok he's had 20 years of experience at other places...so no worries.
Well I got back to my campus and realized I was sans shiny white folder, *SHITOLA*, I called the nurse I had met for the consult and she gave me the lab phone number and being the harsh cynic I am thought for sure NO ONE was going to #1 answer the phone let alone #2 find my shiny white folder with all my medical info, yes with my social security number in there too just to make the identify theft that much easier. Surprise! Ron answered the phone and looked, and looked, and found my shiny white folder!! Sure it was a pain in the arse getting on the shuttle and heading back to the lab again, but I had to there was no other option. I got there and asked for Ron but alas, no one seemed to know WHO he was until he popped his head out of his office and everyone said "Oh, you mean RONNIE!!" C'mon people, let's expand our minds a little...and gimme a break! He handed me my shiny white folder and wished me a happy weekend. So here I am back at Laurel Heights with my hand a tiny bit sore and with my shiny white folder all tuck away in my bag, safe and sound...PRAISE JESUS!

PS: I got that Baby Jesus jpg from: http://www.landoverbaptist.org/cartoons/
The site is killing me it's so insanely hilarious, I can't tell if they're real or not, oh mah gods!!

Acting out

Let me know if you think this was out of order:
At work there had been a sinkful of dirty dishes for over 3 weeks. I say "had" been because today I became fed up with looking at the grossness and threw them all away! Yup, made the executive decision and tossed the lot in the garbage. Ta daaaa!
Was that so wrong?

My one Depeche Mode story and it wasn’t even them...

I was hanging out with my then-not-now friends Orlando and Stacy. Orlando was this funny, round, Madonna loving, dance club crazed boy who worked at Music Plus with my chain smoking, coca-cola for breakfast drinking, once very cool and witty, borderline anorexic best friend Stacy. So for some reason I let them drag me to all these gay dance clubs in Hollywood, and by the 4th one I was ready to call it a night, unfortunately Orlando was driving so I was pretty much being held hostage. Reaching the 4th hideously neon lit club with its moronic “thumpa – thumpa” vibrations reaching the parking lot I decided to stay in the car and perhaps catch a nap, I was buzzed, I was irritated, I was in the back of a jeep where every minor bump in the road sent my twins bouncing up to my chin! Hey, no one told me I had to wear a sports bra, give a girl fair warning! So as I did my best to ground myself Orlando comes running out of the club announcing “Boy George is in there!!” I said something like “Good, can we go now?” Orlando kept insisting I go and see Boy George (mind you I had already met Boy George a few years back, his hat blew off and I picked it up for him), so to make Orlando happy I followed him into the club and to the table where BG was sitting, I looked at the man clad in black, strange black hair and makeup and said maybe too loudly “That’s not Boy George, that’s the fat guy from Depeche Mode!” and without registering a response from anyone I stormed back outside and waited to be released. What a cranky wench, eh?
Boy George kinda looks like Kelly Osborne in that picture!!