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| New post... Don't get excited. It's just cuz my sister said she's sick of scrolling through old comments to talk to me. Kinda odd that we occasionally talk through my non-existant blog, dontcha think? :) I couldn't even find the right button to add a new post. Apparently they're called "weblogs" now. It's been too long... | | |
| My sister told me my Xanga is in "desperate need of an update"... I suppose she's right. Sorry friends. Xanga has lost it's luster. Plus, I'm busy. Plus, I'm addicted to LOST and trying to catch up before the new ones start in April. Plus, yeah... I just lost interest. I still love reading others though. So hopefully no one else quits! But because an update was requested, an update will be given. Very quickly. - Work is CRAZY! Seriously crazy. They've told me that they're going to hire me an assistant next budget year, which is great... but doesn't help much right now.
- Life is CRAZY! And I wouldn't have it any other way. I've made a lot of new friends lately... so between all of them and all my older friends and work and church stuff, I'm lucky if I'm home 2 evenings a week. It's great.
- Basketball is on. So beautiful. I'm 12-4 on my bracket so far. I was dumb and pulled for Mason, 'cuz I know one of the players. That didn't turn out too well. I picked Kentucky and Baylor... but those were hard games to call. And I, of course, had Arizona advancing. That was a sad loss. They were playing here in DC... and I couldn't make it, cuz I already had made plans with my small group and gotten us all tickets to an Easter Musical. I feel that I am to blame because of the lack of spirit in the crowd. Maybe if I would have been there screaming " GO BAYLESS!" he wouldn't have choked under the pressure. Poor freshmen. We needed your points!
- I am hungry. It's lunch time. And then time for more work. But Jess, I hope this makes you happy. And yes, I will call you later tonight.
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| So, my birthday started out great. I got to sleep in a little and then slowly got ready for my eye doctor appointment (I made a dr. appt. so I could take a sick day at work and not loose one of my vacation days.) Since I barely ever wear my glasses, I decided to go back and get contacts. The process of putting contacts in is very much like torture. I have a new appreciation for those of you who do that daily.
All day long people called to wish me a happy Leap Year, plus of course my email was constantly telling me about a new Facebook message or E-Card delivery. That was fun. After I got home, I just relaxed. Watched some Lost, took a nap, ignored the phone. Instead of being at work. Definitely a good decision on my part. Then Kat came over and we got ready to party.
First we headed to a fun Italian restaurant for the dinner portion. (It was funny that the dinner portion of my party was primarily male-attended, while the dancing portion was overwhelmingly female-attended.) It was yummy food and good company. I actually got my meal for free, 'cuz I told the cashier that it was my birthday!
Next we headed to the Metro so we could book it downtown for our dancing. And things went downhill for me. While we were waiting for the first train, I got that hot/clammy feeling. While we were waiting for the second train, I sat down because I was so nauseous. By the time we made it to our station and started our 1/2 mile walk to the club, I knew all was not right in the world. I almost threw up when we were halfway there, but told myself that I was not, under any circumstances, allowed to puke in some person's front yard while being watched by a dozen of my friends. I have self respect. And pride. Lots of pride....
I'll spare you all the gory details, but the rest of my night was split between sitting on a stool watching my friends try out their salsa moves, trying to get in one dance of my own, and running down the three long flights of stairs to throw up. At one point, as I was throwing up, the toilet next to mine overflowed. At this point, I just laughed... cuz it was a very humorous situation! Puking and toilet water running at my feet on my BIRTHDAY! That should be illegal. 
I decided it was time to call it a night at 11:30 and I felt terrible for "ruining" my own party and not being much fun for my friends. Plus, of course, because I was puking! A lot of my friends decided to leave then too. But the story doesn't end yet. Once we got on the sidewalk, I realized that I needed to sit down again. After a second, I realized that no... I actually needed to throw up, yet again. I knew I wouldn't make it past security and down the long stairs in time, so I went behind a car and puked for the sixth time that night... in the street. So much for self respect and pride.  Strangers thought I was drunk, so they were offering me their advice.
One of my friends realized that maybe we should get a cab instead of trying to make the 1/2 mile walk back to the metro. Which I am so grateful for. From that point on, I felt pretty much better. Just really thirsty, but scared to drink. It is by far the most traumatic thing that has ever happened to me on my birthday!
My favorite quote of the night was my friend Becca, after the street incident.
"I know it's mean, but I'm glad you threw up again. 6 times on your 6th birthday makes the story so much better!"
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| Ok, so my birthday was on Friday. After waiting for 4 years since the last one, I was very, very excited to celebrate it. And for the most part, it was great. But there was one part - one very significant part - which was just not great.
I'm going to tell the full story tomorrow. But for now, I leave you with two fictional accounts of what happened to me on my birthday and one truthful account. You try to figure out which actually occurred. (John... you don't get to play. And don't ruin the game!)
1) On my way downtown to meet my friends for the dancing, I was mugged. I gave the guy my wallet, which had my ID in it... so I couldn't get into the club. I ended up missing my own birthday party!
2) My boss called me at 3:00 to tell me about a huge crisis at work with one of our sponsors. I had to go into the office to fix everything even though I had the day off and I ended up being two hours late to my own birthday party!
3) I contracted food poisoning from my birthday dinner and started throwing up shortly after we made it to the club. I spent most of my time at my birthday party in the bathroom puking!
What do you think?
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| My birthday is tomorrow! And I took a day off. And I'm going dancing. And Kat & John came to visit... And it's going to be fabulous...
In other news, work is really stressful lately. I feel that I should be two people to get everything done as well as I'd like to get it done. But I'm not, so I have to decide what to compromise/skimp on... which I'm just not good at. What's the sense in doing something if you can't stamp "Quality" all over it, right?!
Also... I'm getting addicted to Lost. It's not amazingly fabulous like ALIAS was... but it's good and I'm hooked. I just finished Season 1 last night. I have to be really careful who I talk to so I don't ruin things. Like, I told Brianne that the pirates came and took Walt away. And she just laughed at me. So I said "oor maybe it was the others...". She didn't laugh, so now I know. No more talking to her about it.
Also... my face is falling off and I'm really mad about it.  I went to have a facial on Saturday, cuz it was so so dry from the winter. Apparently something the lady did (i'm not sure if it was one of the products or the fact that she decided to electrocute me with this little gizmo thingie) caused me to react as if I have a sunburn. And my face has been flaking off ever since. Lady... I don't like sunburns in June, let alone February. 6 days before my birthday. You really should have warned me/asked for permission/ NOT DONE THAT! 
Ok... time for a lunch meeting. The next time I write, I'll be 6 birthdays old! 
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