It's March Madenss Time

The finest season of American sports is upon us--March Madness. I love the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament better than any sporting event in the history of life. It takes me back to Cole Field House at the University of Maryland when the Terps well, sucked, but it didn't matter. They were my sucky Terps. And they still are. Fear the Turtle, I tell you . Fear. Him.

Before I was a Terp I was a Hoyas fan. I have 3 versions of my brackets. My fantasy version has Maryland and Georgetown in the finals with the Terps cutting down the nets. A girl can dream. Leave me alone. Besides, I secretly take pleasure, oddly, in those nut cases setting bonfires in the middle of Rt. 1 to the chagrin of the College Park police.

At the moment, Duke is struggling against Virginia Commonwealth (why can't they just be Virginia STATE like all the rest of the states, minus the other commonwealths?). Anyway, nothing will make me happier than a Duke upset. I despise Duke and North Carolina. I'm a Terp. This hatred is required. I won't even consider either school for law school for this very reason. Yes. It is that serious.

In other news, I went to the doctor for a follow up on my lump. He was pleased that it had gone down considerably and he assured me that it is nothing to worry about. He told me that he'd refer me to a surgeon if I wanted a second opinion. I told him I trust him. I am relieved. Thank you all for your concern and support. Those antibiotics made me sick the whole time I was on them. Yuk. My stomach still isn't completely right, but it's a small price to pay to save the tatas.

I've had a lot on my mind lately. Mainly stuff about what I'm going to do with myself when all the T's are crossed and I's dotted with respect to wrapping up my past life. I feel like I'm in a fog, but I'll write about that more in a separate post. I'll probably start with, "What Being Almost 34 and Childless Means to Me". Should be a hoot. I can't write it tonight because I already have a cold and I'm down to one roll of toilet paper. So, no crying for me tonight. I need the last roll for cold snot and potty, not cry snot and potty. Cry snot is SO much worse than cold snot. So that post will come later. After I buy the good facial tissue with lotion in it.

This Duke game is a nail biter. Tied at 70 with 3:40 left to go. DIE, Blue Devils. DIE. Even if you do screw up my brackets. It's worth it to see you go DOWN!!

Nite, all. Got basketball to watch.

Whacking Your Boss and Boredom Producing Reading

I have thoroughly entertained myself this evening with this little game. I am a sick one. Go on and play. You know you want to.

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On another note, I was so pleased to come home this evening and open my blinds to sunlight!!! I feel like we're slowly emerging from the doldrums of winter. I even wore flip flops today. Partly because I'm tempting "walking pneumonia", but mostly because I needed to wear pumps today and I didn't want to be uncomfortable all day unnecessarily.

I have a rule on socks. April 1st - October 1st there shall be none. I'm pushing it this year, I know. It's going to be back in the 30s next weekend. I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

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I went bra shopping last week. Right before being disappointed by the fact that Victoria's Secret doesn't have the next size up (read: my size) I noticed how unbalanced I looked in the mirror. Upon further examination I noticed a golf ball sized mass under my left arm that I'd never seen before. My shopping spree came to an abrupt end. I went to the doctor the next day. He is trying a course of antibiotics first in the event that it's an infection from shaving or a reaction from deodorant. If it doesn't diminish, more tests. I was supposed to call him after three days. I've got 2 days left (out of 10) on the antibiotics and I'm afraid there hasn't been much of a change. Maybe a slight change, but I'm not sure if it's really gone down, or if I've just gotten used to it. It has me pretty worried when I think about it. So I try not to think about. I know, great plan--ignore it and hope it goes away.

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I bought tons of produce this weekend. Spring makes me want to eat lots of fresh produce. Or maybe I'm trying to stock pile anti-carcinogenic foods.


This post is boring me to sleep. I hope it's nothing. I hope it goes away. I don't want to deal with this.