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.

Can Somebody say, "LOSER!"? - UPDATED

I hate not having anything to write about.

Can I tell you what I did last night? I came home, heated and ate leftovers, watched Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, American Idol and SVU re-runs until I fell asleep. I have SUCH a life. Don't be jealous.

OK, I did something else too. I obsessively called and voted for my 6 AI girls like a maniac. I have a system. I try my top 2 first (Melinda and Lakisha) to make sure their lines are busy. That tells me everyone else is voting for them, so I can get around to them when the lines clear (usually around 10:15pm). Then I go and try the ones I think everyone is going to forget about since they put the powerhouses last usually (Jordin and Sabrina). I voted a hundred times for these 2. Their lines were not that busy at all. I needed to boost their numbers. I want them to stay around. Then I had a toss up with my bottom two (Gina and Stephanie), so I tried Gina first. He line stayed busy. No one was voting for Stephanie, so I padded her votes too. I did make sure I got at least one vote in for Gina. I like her. She adds variety to the ladies' vibe. I don't think there have been that many female rockers. I like her a lot, maybe more than Stephanie. But I still think Steph belongs in the Top 6. Around 10:15 I got my votes in for my diva's Melinda and Lakisha. We'll see how things go tonight.

I know you can't contain your envy of my wild and crazy single life. Stop hatin'!!

And we won't even talk about how many SVU re-runs I can watch in a night.


RESULTS UPDATE:
I may be pathetic, but America is DEAF!!!! There is NO way in HELL that Sabrina and Sundance should have gone home and left SANJAYA and HALEY in the Top 12. Are you freaking KIDDING me???? Two words: singing competition. They can't SING people. And the two that went home can BLOW. VOTE people.

2nd Post in an Hour

Can someone please explain to me why I just went into the ladies room at work to be greeted by a woman looking up at me from her "hovering" position over the toilet. Yes, ass all up in the air.

What is so hard about closing the stall door?

Sense Memory

Sense memory is a funny thing. I remember learning to evoke it in an acting class in 10th grade. Funny how a scent, a taste, a sound, a song can take you back to a time and a place with full detail and full emotion. I had a couple of such experiences this week.

February 22rd marked the 1 month anniversary of totaling my car. It was also the day I finally bought a new one. Sitting in the car dealership, writing the date over and over again on all the papers I signed brought back all the fear I felt when I knew the accident was going to happen and that there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent it.

February 23rd marked the anniversary of the death of the love of my life. I had had a crush on Sean since I was a little girl. He was 2 and a half years older (read: off limits by any reasonable parents' standards) and we went to the same church. I was finally allowed to date him officially when I turned 15. We got caught making out by the soda machine in the church basement long before then. We dated until my freshman year of college. At the beginning of freshman year I was "influenced" by the student Christian organization that my boyfriend wasn't "Christian" enough, that I was "unequally yoked", so I, like a dummy, broke up with him. It turned out to be a technical break up as we continued to see each other when he was home for breaks. We were in college in different states. I remember we had plans to get together during spring break 1993, but before he got home I got the call from his grandmother. Sean had been killed, shot in the head while he sat in his car, on the way home for spring break.

I have never cried about anyone's death. This one broke my heart. I cried on the 23rd when I realized the date. We were young and in love. I am so sure, in retrospect, that I would have married him and had his children had he lived. In September of the very same year I started dating Ex. Maybe, just maybe there's a connection. I'm still very close to his sister and brother. They treat me like family. They treated Ex like family. I'm so sure they would have been my family had Sean not been killed.

OK, this story is not so depressing. In the line of sense memory, the other day I heard Anita Baker's song, Sweet Love. It takes me back to a very funny memory. His name was Jared. He was my boyfriend in 8th grade (we were the same age, so it was allowed by the 'rents, besides my dad and his dad were Boy Scouts together). He was the flame that wouldn't die after the break-up 8th grade summer and well into college years. We weren't together, but you couldn't have told us that when we were together. (OK, I just went back and changed his name to protect his identity. He may be married to someone who may take exception to our college years.) But the memory has nothing to do with all that...just with our one particular day.

We decided one afternoon, hanging out at my house in the summer, that since all of the rest of our friends were having sex, we should too. We turned on mood music. Anita Baker. I distinctly remember the pain of our unsuccessful attempts whenever I hear the song Sweet Love. We gave up after 2 or 3 tries and decided to just go outside and ride our bikes. Ah, young love. I die laughing every time I hear that song.

Certain smells get me too. I associate them with certain people. It's usually a very good thing. The smell of Hennessy, weed and Curve for men is intoxicating. Reminds me of very, very good times.

What takes you back?