Sexy L.A. And New Music Monday...

I am actually going to post this on a Monday. Hooray! Sorry to Sarah for not getting a whole week on the top! I’m sure she is not heart broken.
Going to make this a post as well as a New Music Monday post.

I had an awesome Weekend. Hub’s family was there all last week and went home on Saturday morning, and while I love the in laws…it was quiiiiteee a crowded house. Not to mention my niece thinking that I had forgotten my name or something and even though I was giving her my undivided attention, had to say my name at the beginning of each sentence her little mouth formed. Uh…yea. Duct tape crossed my mind several hundred times…a minute.

After they went home I headed up to Hollyweird to see Mama Mia at the Pantages with my Aunt. We stop by this bar next door before we go in to see the play. It has become a ritual of sorts. It is called The Frolic Room. Been there a dozen times yet never knew the name. It gave me a chuckle because normally the people in this bar you definitely do NOT want to frolic with. There is this woman bar tender, who has had to have been there since this place opened and MAN would I love to go there and park my hiney down and listen to the stories that woman would tell me. By the look of her they would definitely be good ones.

Mama Mia was awesome. The movie does not do it justice, and it opened my eyes to ABBA in a completely different light; an enjoyable one. After the play we met my friend D who was down visiting from Oregon. She met a boy and it was adorable to watch them eat one another’s faces. A couple of my co-workers were there as well and a friend I used to work with. Made for a really kick ass night.

L.A. is a mind in its own. People lined up outside bars and clubs at 11:30 at night. Music pumping thru the air making the area around you totally alive, to the point where you can feel the sexiness…and that is just what L.A. is, sexy. Vegas may be the city that never sleeps, but L.A. is sexiness to the max. Not that I what so EVER wanted to go into those clubs. I’m passed my meat market days, and even when I was in them, dive bars were my specialty. Sigh…the comfort of a good dive bar.

Anyways! Onto the music…it’s a thought provoking week for me. I am on the cusp of a lot of change, I can feel it and ‘One Less Reason’ can always get me where I need to go in my head. Songs , “Pieces of You” , “You’re Beautiful Ending” and, “Sadly Smiling Through” are my favorite. The lyrics bring me back to a time when change was everything and I fought for it with brutality. Brings out the fighter in me! Hubs will find out if he landed his job interview this past Friday today or tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed! The change can’t come unless he is employed. AND BOY DO I NEED THAT! haha

Enjoy!

New Music Monday...err THURSDAY.

It’s Thursday…I know! I suck! Sorry. Sarah is my hero. I love her music, her humanitarian nature and her love of dogs. I HATE however how she only releases like 4 new songs to an album. BUT, adore how all of my favorites are on each album. And, it is not like I can stop buying every track she produces. She was with me when I was in the midst of teen angst, with me for my first break up, helped me get in on for the first time and thru every death I have experienced. We’re pals. We hang together whenever I go thru a rough patch in my life. Which lately seems to be all the time. Im ready to mow the damn patch already. Lets get life rollin!!! But, Sarah says be strong…and Im listening. Hope you will too!

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Pancake Breakfast and a Day Supply of my Blood...

Sorry to those of you I said I would update yesterday. I was kind of drained after yesterday, so I went home and hit the hay J
Hubs and I went to the Doc’s yesterday and talk about a roller coaster ride, sans the 4092 million dollars to get in to the park.

Normal “get undressed and put this on and I will be in within a few minutes.” Laying there trying to keep this robe on, answering all of his questions. “Lay back and lets check this out.” In my head I’m thinking…rock and roll, time to get groped! Not a pleasant feeling, and am I the only one who feels incredibly embarrassed when the doctor is checking your Kindle-ayas (or *insert your name here*-ayas) and you can totally feel your nips coming to attention? I am NOT aroused. This is NOT pleasant. Can you PLEASE remain at NON attention? Please and thank you. But, of course they do not listen and you are absolutely mortified? Hmm…maybe that is just me. So, I am watching his face as he is feeling me up and it’s not a happy face. This guy needs to be schooled in the art of bullshit, because your face is NOT making me happy at the moment. In fact, it is freaking me the fuck out. He asks me if this hurts, and pushes down hard. Um yea…you just tried to invert my breast. OF COURSE IT HURTS!

He covers me back up and says the stupidest thing a doctor has ever said to me, “Well, you have a lot of breast tissue…ehrmm, ahh I mean you have very large breasts.” Excuse me Captain Obvious…are you blushing? Talk about creep out factor. Maybe my nips gave him the wrong impression while standing at attention, but this is NOT a blushing matter. I didn’t respond. He recovered, thankfully.

“I don’t like the feel of that lump, so we are going to send you down to the lab to get blood work and a mammogram.” Great. Pancake city here I come. I got dressed and went down stairs with the paper he printed out without looking at it. Before I handed it to the lab tech I glanced at the paper and saw inscribed before me the holy bible written in the original Hebrew dialect. There were so many tests that I needed to give blood for, and let me just say, I did not sign up for Pancake breakfast AND giving blood. NEEDLES AND SMOOSHY BOOBS!? I almost threw myself on the floor and threw a tantrum like a toddler right then and there. At least channel the Mutt in me and dig my heels into the dirt like a dog who REALLY just wants to pee on that tree…and that tree and ooh! That tree too! But, I went. Took my shirt off for the second time within a half an hour and let the technician go to town.

Excuse me while I vomit real quick as I remember the pain and frustration of the worst 10 minutes of my life. Due to my “ehrmm, ahh very large breasts” the woman behind the mammogram machine could not get ALL of it in the death vise. So, for 5 minutes a boob she repeatedly smashed and re-smashed me. And, to all of you out there who told me mammograms are not THAT bad. LIARS!!! I went in there expecting the worst and it was WORSE. It felt like someone took two rocks and repeatedly stoned my breasts between them. It is amazing that I did not wake up black and blue this morning. So while the tears streamed down my cheeks as she repeated gnashed my breasts she finally said, “ok, we are done. We can draw your blood now.” I came very near to sobbing. Did I mention WORST DAY EVER?!

I don’t cry often. But, once I start, I have a very hard time stopping. So I sat there holding my boobs to my chest with one arm and the other outstretched on the table as they took my blood. Not just a vial…NINE! NINE TUBES OF MY BLOOD! So, all that Hebrew was nine different tests.
Finally she tapes me up and says I am free to go. I walked out of there like a dejected soldier just ambushed without a friend left in the world.

Bottom line…Mammogram inconclusive. Scheduled for ultra sound and possible biopsy on the 29th. Another day of torture as I like to call it. SIGH
Glad that that is all over. Thanks for the prayers and well wishes. As dooce says, “I’m going to go crouch in the corner and pick at non-existent sores now.” :0)

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The Shit Hath Hitteth The fan...eth.

Tomorrow I am declaring “Lumpy day”. Dr’s appointment is in the morning, so I am working a half day. I did some research this week while waiting to go get my Kindle-ayas smashed into pancakes. I really am dreading a mammogram. Nothing on your body should be taken and made into a flat surface. How come guys don’t get their balls smashed into tiny cylinders to check for abnormalities? I’m just sayin’! But, the research I have done shows that only one form of breast cancel is painful. And, since I have nearly killed the population at work from the pain shooting from my nipples, I am going with it is just a cyst!
Twice I have almost cancelled my appointment. Not gonna lie, I will most likely burst into tears when they as me to remove my shirt and holster my bad boys into this contraption and not just smash it ONE way, but TWO! Can I scar after this? I hate doctors and hospitals…pretty sure more than the average human. Dr. says they are going to need to give me a shot or take blood and BAM! Insta-tears! I really am a baby.
This past weekend nearly put me over the edge. I’m just going to build a house on the cliff, so when I finally fall off the cliff of insanity, I only have to open the front door and fall to my doom. BFF’s Mom decided to attempt suicide. Apparently telling someone that they have an overdose with their name on it, while may be truth…isn’t the correct thing to say. Especially when they take that to heart. Oopse. I went to church this Sunday for that one. When normal shit hits the fan it hits and tiny shards rain down. Lately, when MY shit hits the fax, its wet shit and COVERS THE ROOM!
I’m knee deep at the moment and could really use a paddle. Ladder? Anyone?...Bueller?
Positive thinking is my thing. Got a whole lotta thinking going on. Thinkin away. Think some my way, if you get the chance. :0)
How do you all handle stressful situations?

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New Music Monday...

Drum roll please….ADELE makes the top notch list this week. She’s innovative and fresh; Thought provoking and mellow. She just plain rocks!!
Her hits right now include: ‘Chasing Pavement’ and a remake of, ‘Make you feel my love’. But, I would have to say that my favorite on this album is, ‘Hometown Glory’. I hope you enjoy her Album, ‘19’ and her voice as much as I do.

Enjoy!

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Ode to PJ Pants...

I have an unnatural love for PJ pants. I get home from work and whalah...feet first dive into them. Bad day...pajama pants. Good day...pajama pants. Sick...pajama pants. I'm sure you're catching my drift. I LOVE ME SOME PAJAMA PANTS. One day I will work at a Company that lets you wear PJ's to work. I have even repeatedly dressed in PJ pants on Halloween just for the sake of wearing them to a bar or some of my favorite places. I've been "sick", I've been "tired", I have even thrown my hair into piggy tails, plopped a Binky in my mouth and gone as a "baby"!
So, I have compiled a list of my favorite PJ pants and the places/links to get them. Each one is special in a different way, and I love them all as I would if I had a bagazillion children:)

http://www.zappos.com/product/7483170/color/203874
These are SO soft, and yes i spent 42.00 on PJ's. You spend most of your life sleeping...thousands on mattresses, why not 42.00 for the ultimate comfort WHILE in your uber expensive sleep number bed? I like the crop PJ pant because the long ones always end up where these end anyways, not to mention they are great for Summer! or running out for ice cream :)

http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=5516&pid=653474&scid=653474082
Bermuda fishies!! Nothing screams "YAY PJ's" more than these! I love the ocean and these fishies make me happy as I pull them on. Not to mention they are 10.00!! Amen, Old Navy. These are light and airy. Feels like you have the bare minimum on!
And last but not least...I could not resist these. You cant wear them out, but MAN these slub shorts from VS are awesome to lounge in bed on a lazy Saturday. SO SO soft.
http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=CM-236653&page=1&cgname=OSSLPLOUBOT&rfnbr=5247 16.00 Victoria Secret.
All this talk of PJ's is making me sleepy.
Happy comfy slumbering!!

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