Monthly Archives: February 2009

February 28, 2009 · 6:52 pm

Tea Party Results

A little overwhelmingly Jersey but completely innocuous.

As the day of the tea party drew near, my neighbor and I seriously wondered if our ladies night out was connected to the nationwide movement of tea parties taking place on 2/27 to protest the stimulus bill. But, we just couldn’t believe that someone would try to sneak in a political statement on unsuspecting women primed for cheesecake and tiramisu. On the other hand, it just seemed to be too much of a coincidence.

We decided to forge ahead and agreed to tug on our left ear if one of us felt the need to prematurely bail.

Our fears of being the only attendees were quickly erased when we arrived at the house to meet 15 other women already eating their cake. It was just a ladies night out. A meet and greet of genial neighbors with no strings attached. Nothing was sold or bought and no petitions were signed. Just nice women who really like their block. All in all, I am glad I went aside from the fact that I was cornered the whole time by our resident gossip hound who talked about her dog for 40 minutes.

I even brought home a piece of cake for Matt.

Intrigue on the block

Shades of Wysteria Lane*. I’ll take the intrigue where I can get it.

I received a random invitation in our mailbox yesterday for a “Ladies Night Out” from a neighbor way up the street that I have never laid eyes on before. It says it’s a casual get-together for the women on the block over coffee, tea and dessert, and it starts at 7:30.

My thoughts are:
A. She is probably a decade or two older than me simply because I haven’t eaten dinner before 7 pm since I was 7 years old. And, dessert is to be guiltily inhaled at 10pm whilst watching “The Real Housewives of Orange County”
B. She asks for an RSVP to her AOL email account. Need I say more?
C. It’s a ploy to raise money for a charity or to sell her homemade jewelry.
D. There is no alcohol. Need I say more?

My hip mom neighbor called me and asked if I was going. I told her I was only going if she was chained to my side and I had 2 glasses of wine prior to walking down the street. She agreed that it would at least make a great story and that we should leave our wallets at home in case we’re asked to contribute to the Poor Chimpanzees of Antarctica fund or worse yet, purchase Tupperware.

*Disclaimer: I am only able to reference Wysteria Lane because the Desperate Housewives were frequently featured in US Weekly when I was a proud subscriber. I have never seen the show … for more than 2 minutes. Honest.

This means I’m past prime time

I’m officially old. We bought a Wii fit, and I joined Facebook (against my will).

1. If I am brave enough I will post a video of me doing the hula hoop with the Wii Fit.

2. What is the point of Facebook?

Granted, I have been on Facebook for all of 10 minutes, but I feel like all the people I want to be in touch with already have my contact information. Does it make me a snob to not want to see what the football star at my high school is doing now? I’m certainly not going to “friend him” and ask what he’s been doing for the last 20 something years. Besides, I can barely remember the names of the moms in Lolo’s music class. And, this networking program wants me to look up people in my high school chemistry class? I can see their faces clearly, but dammit if I can actually remember their names. I’m sure I am rushing to judgement and will soon be addicted, but for now it escapes me. That is, until the snotty cheerleaders from my high school start contacting me about how they wish they knew me more way back when … because I was so much cooler than they ever were.

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February 17, 2009 · 1:37 pm

Birthday girl

I am so "1"

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February 9, 2009 · 12:00 pm

I couldn’t have made this up if I tried.

I intended to post a picture of the stitches on my foot this week as I was supposed to have surgery to remove my ganglion cyst Thursday.

While I did have some (a lot of) jitters, I was entirely set to go under the knife. I fasted for 12 hours and was up at 5:30 am to be at the outpatient center by 6:30 with my post-surgery boot in hand. I was led around by a nurse, asked to change into the requisite gown and then shuffled off in my hospital issued slipper socks. I placed all of my belongings in a plastic hospital bag and sat down for the beginning of my anesthesia drip. They had me set to go and were about to insert the IV needle when the doctor came over to mark the foot that would be operated on. He said, “Where is it?”

Me: “Wha? It’s right there.”

Doctor: “Wasn’t it much larger before?”

Nurse: “I’m not inserting this needle until we’re clear that she’s going under.”

Me: “I guess so. I did accidentally drop a super heavy sippy straw cup on it last week by accident and it hurt like fire for four days.”

Doctor: “Ah ha. I bet you ruptured it and it’s dissipated now. It’s your lucky day because I don’t need to operate on it.”

Nurse: “I’ve never heard of someone being saved from surgery because of a sippy cup!”

I was so happy, I all but ran out with my gown waving in the breeze. The doctor did say it could come back but until then I should live my life cyst-free.