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Two things:  I passed the test, and…I bought Rock Band!  Yay for impulse purchases! I don’t actually HAVE it right now, since I had to order it from Amazon, but still!  Rock Band!  The girls and I had a fight over the drums, but since I am supreme ruler of the house, I won the dibs.  When it finally gets here I’ll make some videos and post them.  Perhaps I will even provide autographs.

So, I stopped taking the Ambien on  Monday night, because…well, I don’t know why, actually.  I questioned myself all that night and last night too, as I lay in bed staring into the dark.  Apparently not sleeping is one of the side effects when you stop taking sleep meds, go figure.  Which…I mean, if people are having problems sleeping to the extent that they need sleeping pills, why would the manufacturer make said sleeping pills with a time limit on how long you can take them?  I want to take them forever!  Anyway, hopefully once my withdrawal symptoms taper off I’ll be fine.  Right?  RIGHT?

Whatever, I want to talk about something else.  Oh I made chili tonight, and I’m about to get all crazy with those hardcore chili lovers out there and tell you how I make The Best Chili Ever.  One can black beans, one can navy beans, two cans kidney beans, all drained; one big can diced tomatoes, one cup water, one bag Morningstar Farms fake meat, one package chili seasoning.  That’s it!  I know it goes against every rule of secret ingredient chili but I just don’t know what to tell you.  It’s easy and it’s delicious.  And you can make it as hot as you want.  Personalize it!  Or don’t even make it.  I don’t care!  I just wanted to tell you about it.

For the last ten minutes I’ve been trying to type this post while IMing with John and talking on the phone with my seester and it’s a little hard.  Everything keeps getting mixed up and I keep typing things in the wrong place and I have to watch American Idol anyway, so.  See you.

Tschuss!!

So. The going away party was fun, and I was home and in bed asleep by 1210, so really, a fabulous time all around. Myself and three of my coworkers spent the evening playing fake poker, with sips of beer and/or days off as the stakes, and I’m pretty sure I won everything. We also played a drinking game where each person has their own “sign” and at random times someone would flash their sign (I had originally typed that as “thing” but somehow “…would flash their thing” sounded slightly…not right) and somebody else’s sign and it would go around the table until someone messed up. Hard to explain, easy to play, and a lot of fun.

One of the new guys in my shop was totally hit on by another guy, right in front of all of us, and it was the greatest thing ever. He will never live that down, in one million years. In fact, I acted out the entire thing at least three times today, and it was a big hit in the vault. The other guy was totally smooth with his line, first asking my coworker for the karaoke catalog, and after he handed it to him, opened it up, slammed it shut, put it on the table and said, “that’s okay, I already know what I want”, all the while intensely staring into coworker’s eyes. Coworker was sort of flabbergasted, to say the least.

Saturday morning we woke up to about two inches of snow on the ground, so the girls and I sat around doing random stuff…what did we do? Oh! We went shopping, and ate Greek food at the Akropolis (which is actually just a fast food place but I pretend it’s a regular restaurant and go there often because A) I love the food and B) there is never anyone there), and went to Horton Hears A Who. I was expecting that to be funnier than it was. It wasn’t bad, at all, but, it felt sort of…thrown together. And Jim Carrey is only ever Jim Carrey at this point, whether he’s stupid Ace Ventura or…any of his other characters. Except for the guy in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. He was good in that. Also, there’s this bit at the end where the entire movie is singing REO Speedwagon, and it doesn’t make any sense, at all. Can anyone explain that?

Anyway, when we got out of the movie, it was raining, and then we came home and the girls immediately retreated to their rooms with their laptops because they had been disconnected from the internets for nearly seven hours and they needed a hit, bad. I studied for the test I am taking tomorrow, the one that I am NOT GOING TO RESCHEDULE, even though I will probably fail, because IT IS BORING.

Yesterday was Easter and this was the first year we didn’t color or hide eggs and I’ll admit I totally missed it but all I could think about was what would we do with all those eggs? Because the girls wouldn’t have been happy with only coloring, say, three eggs each, or even four, so we would of had to do at least a dozen, and I like egg salad a whole lot but maybe not that much. But the Easter Bunny still came and dropped off chocolate bunnies, only not for me. That was fine because I might or might not have a secret stash of candy from my parents’ candy store hidden in the cupboard. Also, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I’m not actually a fan of Easter candy, unless it is Cadbury Creme eggs, and I’ve had my fair share this year.

We had reservations for Sunday Brunch at the Officer’s Club at 12:30, so we semi-dressed up and headed over. Between Lindsey and Taylor I think 11 plates of crab legs were devoured. It was crazy to watch, because while I love crab, I hate getting it out of the legs. The girls? Do not care. The shells were kind of soft, making the shell cracker ineffectual, so they just jumped in with both hands and ended up…god, covered in crab. Bleh. I’m sure it was all very, very tasty but still. Ew.

After nearly two hours of that, we headed home and played video games for a bit…or…I watched them play video games while contemplating the purchase of either Guitar Hero or Rock Band. I bought neither.

I want my husband to come home.

Tschuss!!

I figured if I didn’t just bite the bullet and post you might think I had went ahead and od’d on the sleeping pills.  I have just been so busy this week!  Or, not so much busy as not home.  I’d…when was the last time I posted?  There needs to be an easy way to remember that besides opening up another window to check.  Anyway, Tuesday…what has happened since Tuesday?  Oh.  Well, Wednesday, I went to the back doctor again.  My appointment was for 2pm, and I was thinking I would have plenty of time afterwards to run some errands and bake the one million dozen cookies I had planned on delivering to the USO the next morning.  Of course, that means what you think it means, i.e. I had to wait forever.  Until 5:30, in fact, which sucked because between the time I got there and filled out the paperwork listing my current pain level as “3″ and the time I was seen, I had to sit for almost four hours in stupid waiting room chairs.  When the dr called me back, he was like, oh, your pain level is only 3 today, and I was like yeah except now it’s more like 300.

But since the only reason I had been waiting was because my doctor had been in three successive surgeries on guys coming in from Iraq, I didn’t really say that.  Mostly I said thanks for staying even later to see me and he said thank you for not minding the wait.  And then he said he wants to BURN MY NERVES to MAKE THEM DIE (for a time).  Agh!  Radio Frequency Ablation!  It sounds awful, in ten thousand ways, but fortunately before we get to the actual NERVE BURNING he wants to inject me full of lidocaine again, just in a different spot, the preliminary burnt and crispy nerve spot, to make sure he’s in the right place.  Um, yes please.

Of course this might all change because the next appointments for TOTAL NERVE DESTRUCTION do not open up until 1 April, and at this point in the revolving doctor-slash-diagnosis game, I don’t count on anything.

Let’s see…so that was Wednesday.  Oh yeah, and then when I finally left the hospital at 6-ish, I got stuck in a traffic jam and five miles took me 35 minutes so I didn’t make it home until nearly 7pm, and then remember, one million dozen cookies, so I started mixing and baking and then I remembered OMG I still had to watch American Idol and I’m sorry but I can’t not have watched the performances before that weeks person gets kicked off so in between batches I ran back and forth from the couch to the kitchen and amazingly enough got myself and the girls in bed by 10.  Ish.

Last night was Thursday, and Taylor and I had tennis back to back starting at 7, so we didn’t make it home until 920.  Um, oh, I had to give a briefing at one of the multi-national ranges around here and got to see an old Soviet Tank thing.  I’m pretty useless when it comes to that stuff, and also: not interested, so the only thing I could think about was how jealous John would be when he found out I had gotten to see it.  I walked around it and climbed up on it and looked down in it and nodded my head politely to the guy showing it to us, and all I could think about was how badly I had to pee.  It reminded me of the time I got to get up close and personal with the F-22 while it was still in testing phase and the minute I got back John was like, “what was it like tell me about it was it cool how big was it did it do anything what what what?”  and I was like, “Um?  It was grey?”  and he was almost disgusted with my lack of interest.

What else?  It started snowing here this week, and today over a ten minute period we had rain, sleet, hail and snow, accompanied by thunder and lightning.  Weirdest thing ever, and there was like an inch of hail and snow on the ground, and I happened to be walking to my car at the time.  I had an umbrella, but the wind was blowing everything sideways, and I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to be carrying umbrellas around when there is lightning, so.  When I opened my car the  wind blew about 1/4″ of icy precipitation into my car and onto my seat, and trying to brush it out was pointless because it was just blowing back in, so I had to sit in hail with my gym pants and hi, that was cold.  And then as soon as I started driving? Sun.

To sum up: waiting, doctors, BURNING NERVES, tennis, soviet tanks, and weird-ass storms.

Tonight I have a going away for my boss, he of the plant-giving, and I’ll admit I sort of…don’t want to go but am totally obligated to do so.  And as I am being picked up in 45 minutes, I suppose I should go get ready.

Tschuss!!