I know all about it

You know when you're out hanging with some friends and some idiot comes up to you and tries to tell you that you're NOT an African-American if you're not from Africa? Yeah, Exactly. Then, you know when you're hanging out and you make a perfectly warranted, not that big of a deal, kind-of actually necessary if it's all going to work out suggestion and someone freaks out in a really freaky unwarranted way? Also, what about that time when you go to the Christmas doctor and the office is more like a closet and its actually the best appointment you have ever had because, well...ehem...you didn't actually have to go through the appointment. You just skipped right to the end except the Christmas doctor didn't actually have to open your presents? And what about that time when you walk around in the scorching sun in a pair of size 6.5 heel rubber's (when you know you wear a size 7) that are so cute, but turn your foot into a Jurassic Park? And then you buy a scale at the store, and then you get it home and can't figure out which icon stands for the woman and which stands for the man, and then you stand on it and your weight is way lower than what they said at the doctor's office and you seriously ponder whether they've had their scale re-calibrated recently since the healthy eating literature they sent you home with was extremely depressing? And it cost you $40 dollars?

Well, I do.

Worry, Worry, Worry

You know that time toward the end of the summer when you find yourself becoming bored, and despite all reason, start to wish that the beginning of the school semester would get here? Yeah? No? I thought I would ask. I had been feeling that way up until this afternoon, but of course something has come along to change that. And its sad, because I quite like that feeling. You're still blind to all of the seriously intense- hair pulling-tear shedding-getting cursed out for something you couldn't do or help- moments because you're really excited about buying a new planner and seeing if they've come out with new cute colored sticky notes.

It is possible that the beginnings of me being torn away from this sweet naiveté were rooted in the horrible dream I had last night. I was in the mall in my home town (which let's be honest is kindof a flea market at this point minus Victoria's Secret and Bath and Body Works) in the food court and discovered that the folks over at the generic chinese restaurant front were cooking their food on a regular stovetop in the back room. Now, it doesn't sound all that weird, but it was one of those extremely old stoves that has the capability of blowing up your home if you try to make cookies following the directions on the package. Furthermore, they were using the oven of this stove to heat the stovetop, BUT were not using the eyes to cook the food in cookware. Instead, they had removed they eyes and were putting the fried rice and meats directly on the stovetops and cooking the food with the heat from the oven below. WTF? YEah, and when food fell into the empty eyelets, the cooks would just open the oven, scrape up the food, put it back on the stove top, and press on. Double WTF? After this craziness happened, I was seeing a therapy client (which is coming down the pike, and I'm super nervous just thinking about how to handle these situations) and my teeth started coming out of my freakin' head. I actually started to swallow one and had to hock a loogie to keep it from going down. By the end of the episode, I had 12 bloody teeth in my hand and whilst rinsing them off said, "... shit, and my military dependent insurance just expired". And then I woke up to Tucker saying, "...*mumble* that's a good name..." (i've been asking him what we are going to name our kids in the future..hummm).

The feeling for sure went away when I read an accosting email from an important person and began to promptly freak- the expletive- out. So I then called a (non-comforting) person to ask about what could have possibly happened and as this person began describing what was going on, the situation began to spiral down into a really deep, dark, pit of suck fest (that I honestly, and truly have no idea how it could have happened) that is going to be hard to amend. AND there is hell to pay younglets, because said accost-er is quite fierce and postponed a meeting full of haranguing until I'm back from vacation. YES! So, I get to think and worry, and worry, and worry all weekend until I go to the meeting and some time (a year) goes by and the whole thing blows over.

On a positive note, I got a really cute pattern today for a bridesmaid dress I'm making for my friends wedding for $3.99. AND, I found an amazing fabric to buy for it too and I'm going to get it tomorrow.