Give Me Your Blood!

I am sitting in the blood drive trying to NOT freak out that there is only one other person in here with me waiting. The last blood drive was so successful. I wonder if I did a better job with PR last time or if people just dont show until after 12 pm?


Check. Check. One. Two. Hey! is this thing on?

So a month has passed since I last touched base. In that time, my kid officially turned four. I maintained my 15ish pound weight-loss. Feared I might have lost one of my oldest friends to our lives moving in separate ways. Coordinated the Homecoming events at work. Recovered from coordinating the Homecoming events at work. Got incredibly irritated with some house guests. Finished two quilt squares under the tutelage of <a href = “ And finally bought tickets to head to Brooklyn for a wedding.

Reading that just makes me want a drink and a nap.

Here’s a interesting wrinkle brought up by that last item on the list. During the last three-four years, I haven’t exactly bought a slew of clothes. In fact, I’ve only bought what I really had to buy. This has been good on the check book but not so good on my options for anything NOT work related. And so now, I find I have a wedding and absolutely nothing to wear to it!!! The only things I have that are even remotely appropriate are now too big AND not at all garments for an early winter wedding in Brooklyn, NY. And, truthfully, I have found a number of lovely things I would like to order, but I really don’t want to drop 100-150$ on an outfit in a size I hope to not be for very long.

Anyone got something I can just borrow? Size 16. 29ish inch inseam. A little baby chub left on the belly. Not especially busty. I’ll just wait. Shall I?


Today was exhausting. A completely routine office event, the cleaning of the staff room, became the fodder for the next three years of melodrama and backbiting. Fun was had by none. Cake was eaten as a reaction to the stress. Scenario was obsessively played over and over in head until headache from sugar crash took precedence. Good times.

Yet I got to come home to an awesome husband who did the dishes and dinner. And I got to snuggle with a great munchkin who gave me zerberts on my forehead and chin. It would seem that the universe has found a balance.