Plushie Prom

This is the third installment of my new series of "Awkward Prom Photo" re-enactments.

I call it "Plushie Prom".

~This amazing pastel dress/chiffon capelet combo was originally intended to be worn to a Barn Dance last summer so I could bust out the footloose dance. The others in my crew thought it was too hot that day (I also found Kevin Bacon's snazzy red coat for my friend) so alas, the outfit was banished to the costume closet....that is until tonight when I decided that it could be put to good use as an Easter Dress. Thank goodness for the costume closet! You never know when you might need to dress up like a sailor, Strawberry Shortcake, or a bare foot and pregnant trailer dweller. The list goes on and on...(I really need a new hobby).

For the curious, here are the first two.

This is the inspiration for it all, taken at this year's Neuropsychiatry Christmas Party,

"Country Club Prom".

And the second is from a group date I went on last week. I call it "Awkwardness Cubed"

Counterevidence

My theory that ice and a bendy straw makes everything taste better is in fact: FALSE!

I'm trying not to throw up in my mouth as I type. V-8 is sick no matter how you try to dress it up. Bendy straw and ice be darned!

Nectar of the Gods

Today on my trip to "happy hour" at the hospital cafeteria (which conveniently correlates with mine and my friend's casenote hour) I discovered the joy that is Grapefruit Juice. Can't really say that I've ever been a big fan, but I've been feeling under the weather recently and it called out to me from the refrigerator. I obliged and was amazed at it's deliciosity. Part of the appeal could have been the ice and bendy straw. What doesn't ice and a bendy straw make taste better though? I'm just sayin'......

Who knew emerging adulthood extended into your 30s?

So, I had an experience tonight that threw me for a loop. I was at a Church activity and had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was chatting with a friend and was suddenly rammed from behind. I turned around to find that I'd just been run into by a guy who was (for reasons unknown) running around while pushing a garbage can on wheels. After ramming me he continued on running his garbage can around. Ok, bizarre first of all, but as the shock was wearing off I realized that it had actually hurt quite a bit and in checking out my leg found that he'd taken a chunk out of the back my ankle. The person continued to run around like an idiot until my friend called him out on the fact that he had in fact crashed into me...at which point he did apologize, but really didn't seem to care all that much. To make matters even worse I would wager a bet that this person couldn't even tell you my name, despite the fact that we've been attending church together for at least the last two years. And this is the LDS Church we are talking about here people, this means: 3+ hours on Sunday and then at least 1-2 other activities each week, our group can't be more than 75 on a good day and I probably wouldn't even need all my fingers to count the number of times I've missed church during that time. Now, don't I feel special? But, I digress.....

He said he thought he had bandaids in his car and offered to get me one which I said would be nice. I limped to the bathroom (looking like a complete idiot) and once there couldn't get the cut to stop bleeding and at this point started to get really pissed off. When I came back out and someone asked how I was doing he made some crack about seeing if I needed stitches.

What the heck is wrong with this guy that he thinks it's ok to crash into someone and not apologize? And to run into a woman no less! And did I mention that he's like 30?!!!!! Something I'd expect from an 18 year old, but come on you're 30! Granted, I know he didn't mean to hurt me, but from my friend's report of it, the running into me part seemed to be pretty intentional (in order to earn a laugh I guess) and it wasn't as if he had somehow lost control of the garbage can and immediately apologized. (Seriously, how assanine does it sound that I was injured by a 30 year old trying to be funny by playing with a garbage can on wheels? You can't make this crap up people! Only in Lubbock I say)

I hate that situations like these are becoming the norm and not the exception. Another freaking reason I have to get the heck out of Lubbock. I guess at least it gave me something to blog about. How's that for a re-frame? :]

Let there be light!

As of today, my committee members have my document and we've set a proposal date. Hoo-freaking-ray! I'm starting to see the small, yet intoxicating gleam of light at the end of the still dark and very scary tunnel....now if only there's a job waiting for me at the other end, all will be right with the world.

Sausage Fest

While I should be finishing up the last edits on my proposal, I thought this would be a grand time to write a little note about my love of Prison Break.


It's like crack. I caught two episodes of the first season one Saturday afternoon and was quickly hooked. Unfortunately, I was never around on the night that the second season aired and this was pre-DVR days so I had to wait until it came out on DVD. For those of you who don't know, I'm not a big fan of watching movies more than once so my movie collection is very light (e.g., UCLA band highlight videos, "All the right moves"-[I know random, but Tom Cruise is a hot football player who seduces the flute player in her band uniform....I live vicariously], and a few dance/workout videos). Well I splurged and bought the second season and holed up and basically watched it over a weekend....like crack I say!

It's a show with a lot of twists and turns and I must say is better when you can watch them all in a row. I thought it would totally be one of those shows that the guys would also enjoy, (guns, intricate escape plans, hand to hand combat, explosions) but when I tried to regale a man-friend with tales of it's glory he let me know that he wasn't into watching a sausage fest. I protested, but upon a greater inspection I realized he was right. It has many the classic male archetypes. I'd go so far as to say just about any lady can find her ideal man in its line up of characters.






Here's my breakdown:

Michael Scoffield-genius ringleader with a strong moral/caring side (a little too mama's boy for me)




Fernando Succre-got himself in trouble for love (too pretty for me)



Tweener-young thug who got busted stealing a baseball card that was worth so much money he got hard time....coincidentally got himself locked up in real life for vehicular homicide (The ones most likely to hit on me? Can they just smell that I'm the girl who will try to "love them straight?")



Lincoln Burrows- yet another bad boy with a heart of gold who wanted to go straight, but got himself caught up with "The Company." (Ah, just right. Look at that jaw, very Neanderthal-ish)




I guess that's enough objectification for one night, just thought I should share the love....ok, back to the edits.

I almost peed myself....

We have weekly staff meetings at work and they are bit uncomfortable. Everyone gets along well, but there's that weird boundary between how serious and how relaxed we can be. I of course lean to the less serious side.

One of my friends is pregnant at work and she let us know a few weeks ago that her baby was now considered a fetus. I then decided that her child would be known from then on as "Cletus the Fetus". I then proceeded to laugh hysterically and couldn't stop. One of those laughs where you almost cry. My cheeks hurt and I could hardly see because I was laughing so hard. Then I couldn't stop because I was so embarassed. I could see my boss (through my squint) giving me an odd look and this made it that much harder to stop. It had been quite some time since I'd had such a laughing fit and it although awkward it was a nice change.

Enter this week's staff meeting on Valentine's Day. We had some goodies and the presentation that week was on therapist self care. She had a few different hand outs for us and one of them was on positive self speak and dealt with making a valentine to yourself. She busted out the glitter glue and at first I was a skeptic. Too messy for me, but then I came up with a brilliant idea. A valentine to myself that embraced my love of all things White Trash. When I explained my little anagram to my colleagues I again started laughing hysterically and couldn't stop. At least this time I heard a few chuckles out of my boss as well. Well played Haygood, well played.