I Suck

Remember how just a week ago or something I was telling you all how bad of a spaz I am? Yeah, well, it happened again. Only this time in the form of some sorbet and a freezer.

As in I opened Susan's freezer to get some delicious soy ice cream bars to eat and a container of raspberry sorbet fell out and tried to attack my bare feet. And when I bent down to pick it up the heavens and the stars aligned just so in a way that made it perfect for me to crack my head on the freezer door that had partially shut while I was attempting to straighten up.

Sigh. I'm such a loser.

I Love Visiting Susan

It had been a month of so (which is actually pretty good for us) since that last time we'd visited, and amazingly we both had off this past weekend. So on Saturday afternoon I drove out to Long Island to hang out. When I got there, I dropped off my stuff in her apartment, had a pee, and we immediately headed out towards Queens for drinks with Karen.

On the way down we stopped for dinner at a really great family-owned Italian restaurant where we fervently discussed The Barefoot Contessa and her ridiculous butter usage habits and some other stuff we hadn't talked about in awhile.

When we were done with dinner, we headed down to Queens and to Karen's apartment. She was tired when we arrived and didn't feel like taking the subway all the way to Manhattan, so we just walked a couple of blocks away and went to two local bars for a drink. Around 2am we headed back, grabbed our stuff from the apartment, and Susan and I started off back to Long Island.

We hadn't driven too far out of Queens when Susan somehow took the wrong highway home and ended up driving us on every single major roadway throughout Nassau and Suffolk counties, even if just for a few exits, because I... um... need a tour.

Around 3 or 3:30am we arrived back at her place, and I don't really remember much else except being on the phone with Matt until after 4:30am and then waking up to meet Aine for brunch (which ended up being a fabulous reunion!).

When the three of us were done eating and Aine had to get going, we parted ways and Susan and I went shopping (surprise surprise) and this is what I bought: a brown corduroy shoulder bag, a hairbrush, some gel shoe inserts for when I wear high heels (which is how often?), a diet Sunkist orange soda (yum), two sexy tank tops (one halter and one sort of strapless), a really ugly pair of winter boots (Susan threatened that she wouldn't be my friend anymore if I bought them, but I was desperate and my feet are so cold in the winter all the time and they always end up getting wet and I have to walk soooooo far from my parking lot to my hospital and clearly having warm and dry feet is much more important than being friends with Susan. Just kidding!), and two really fun pairs of scrubs.

God, I love shopping.

But then early Monday morning it was over because I had to drop Susan off at her friend's house so they could go visit Sea World and her grandparents and some other place in Florida for a week. But we'll see each other soon again, I hope.

I can't wait!

At A Loss

Because I don't feel like telling anyone about my summer vacation. It's a secret...

Just kidding. My loss is really because I'm back at work and my vacation is over. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

I started off the two weeks I spent away from work by driving to Boston that first Wednesday to play with Matt. And on Friday after his classes were over, the two of us drove upstate to my new summer house where we spent the weekend hanging out on my friends' boat and relaxing lakeside. On Sunday I took him to the bus stop to head back to Boston and from that point pretty much hung out by myself for almost a whole week. It was kind of scary (but only because it was dark and there were country noises I'm not used to hearing and I'm already a dope and afraid of everything), but really relaxing. I got a sun burn that blistered (gross), read a lot, went to the grocery store almost every day, slept in, sat around, and rode my bicycle around a little bit. The last weekend I was there my parents came up to keep me company, and several hours after they left, Rayme came up for awhile. We had a couple of adventures including those where we tried to find Fort Ticonderoga and made sure to secure her some long-awaited chicken McNuggets with honey, swimming in the lake, and cooking an amazing dinner together, and then on Tuesday morning she left, followed by yours truly a bunch of hours later.

It was really great and I was definitely sad to have to get back to work. Especially since I knew that my unit was going to be ridiculously busy. But oh well. The summer's almost over and reality had to hit sooner or later.

My next fun plans are coming up in a week-- I'm going upstate for six days or something to visit with Matt, his family and his buddies and I absolutely can't wait. Yay!

Foiled Again

Sometimes I write posts in advance... I mean, I know it's kind of cheating and more than a little lame. But I'm a busy woman and I know how much all you Noodle fans love reading updates to this blog and when there isn't one for quite a while, I get tons* of fan mail demanding updated posts. But alas, at times it's just not possible since, as mentioned earlier, I'm busy. Plus sometimes I just don't feel like it.

Today was one of those times. Not the busy part so much, but the part about not feeling quite like updating but knowing I should since I haven't posted in over a week. And I didn't have a pre-written post. Gah!

So here you go, Noodle fans-- a post. A newly created post (albeit a piece of shit post) but a post nonetheless. Enjoy!

*and by tons, I mean none.

Bing... Bing... Bing... Plunk.

Up until this point I've miraculously avoided it, but this past Saturday night it finally happened. After just over 16 months of flawlessly using the medication, I dropped a birth control pill down the bathroom sink... never to be recovered. It was the very last of the active pills before the placebo ones, too.

Now, to someone normal, this may not seem like that big of a deal. But to me-- someone obsessed with bodily functions and the fluctuations of my hormonal and menstrual cycles, this was a huge problem. So when the shock of it finally wore off and I stopped trying to unscrew the impossibly tight drain trap from underneath the sink with only my bare hands, I burst into tears.

I'd just been thinking about my late grandmother and had been having a little bit of a cry when I decided it was time for my medications and to go to sleep, and then the little pill fiasco played out, so crying at that point wasn't really a lame thing to do, I don't think. My emotions were already on high from like blah blah blah thirty minutes prior.

I immediately called Matt, and he laughed at me and told me not to worry. But secretly I was petrified that I'd thrown off my delicate balance of artificial and natural hormones and would somehow convince my body that the next time I got some would be the perfect time to start a family, which although I talk about it all the time isn't exactly what I want right this minute... So I didn't really calm down until I went to the pharmacy today to refill a prescription and spoke with the pharmacist who put me at ease and said most likely the biggest change I'll see will be that I'll get my period a day earlier than normal. Phew.

Anyway, so the crisis is over and just to reconfirm to myself and everyone else-- I'm still a spaz.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Sorry, everyone-- I know it's been about three years since I've updated here, but I was out of town on vacation. And I forgot to post that I was checking out for a bit right before I left... and though I swear I tried to post a blog entry from the town library upstate, I unfortunately was unable due to a combination of "we're having a lot of brown outs so they made us turn the computers off" and painfully slow internet connections that wouldn't load anything. No joke-- I really had to come back day after day to check if the computers were back on, and when they were and I was finally able to sit down to my allotted 30 minutes of internet time, I was only able to load eight (read: 8!) separate web pages. Sadly, Noodles Are Yummy was not one of them. Between having to shut down Internet Explorer and refresh and reload the different websites a thousand times, I hardly had a chance to do anything before the little old lady with the clipboard came by to tell me that my time was up and people were waiting for my seat. "Good luck," I muttered to a woman waiting for a turn on the computer, utterly frustrated, as I walked away.

But anyway, rest assured that I'm back in town for awhile, and in the next day or two I'll be posting photographs and highlights from the last two weeks of my life. Phew. That was some huge sigh of relief there!