Hey all,
I’m back! Ok so I didn’t tell you I was going anywhere… I was in Dallas for almost a week. I had my final residency interview! I should be excited about that but here’s the thing….

I GOT PMS!

I’m GRUMPY!

I GOT ISSUES!

so indulge me for a minute while I purge….

- Dallas was good. Great weather for the most part. Interview went well. I did a rotation there for a month so it was really just a formality. They really want me to come there to do my residency but I can’t for various reasons (Coach, the mudplucking military, new city…. blah blah blah). My 8 and 5 yr old god-daughters would love for “Auntie Ra” to move to Dallas and live near them. In fact they didn’t want me to go. The little one took my coat so I would have to stay. Dallas is a great place, good cost of living, good schools for the kids I don’t have :) Coach freaked out. He called me and gave me the spiel about how he knows I want to live in Dallas but he doesn’t want to move and he feels like he’s holding me back and he doesn’t want me to miss any opportunities. Yeah that runon sentence was intentional. He went on and on and on about that. Finally I just had to shut it down with a well timed “Dude, I can’t do this right now” and got off the blasted phone. Does he not keep track of the fact that I’m getting ready to start PMSing and so any little thing he says might be met with dramatics?! Da hell!

- The military has no new answers for me. They’re giving me extra duties now and investing in sending me to classes. Yeah all a sign that they have every intention of holding me hostage for a year. The thing of it is… I’m doing all of this interviewing for residency and I CAN’T GO!!!!!!!!! I also can’t tell them yet that I can’t go. And I will have to do all of this CRAP again next year. This is some BS!

- I’m bloated. I know it’s PMS but tell that to the belly bulge. I’m trying to lose a bit of weight (20-30 lbs). Don’t get me wrong, I’m fine as ever but when you look at the belly bulge… yeah, not cute! I’m exercising again but you know I’m looking for a bit of quick relief. Anybody ever done one of those at home colon cleanses? The doc in me says it isn’t necessary but the realist in me says what the heck, can’t hurt!

- Coach has lived alone for the past 8 years. He cooks. He keeps a clean home. So why in the name of all that is good in the world can he not shop for groceries? He went grocery shopping while I was gone. He went to Costco as well as the basic grocery store. We had most staples in the house but we needed a few things like meat and lunch stuff. Let’s review what the man got from the store…
1. An industrial size box of brownie mix
2. 3 boxes of cake mix
3. A pepper grinder
4. bacon
5. socks
6. t-shirts
7. dinner rolls
Do you see meat on that list? NOPE! How about lunch stuff? NOT UNLESS I’M HAVING A PEANUT BUTTER AND BROWNIE SANDWICH! So yep, I gotta go to the store again.

- I have decided to stop relaxing my hair for a while. I experiment with things all the time and my scalp and hair could use the rest (even though I have a really good hairdresser). I have found a salon that specializes in transitioning hair to natural. No “big chop” for me! I don’t know what the shape of my head is… might have some lumps I don’t know about. Might post some pictures if I ever get my digital camera fixed. I may need to memorialize this journey… Lawd just let it be a decent journey. But here’s the funny… why does my new stylist have a JACKED up weave! She looked in the mirror while she was doing my blowout and was like “my goodness… my weave is jacked! I know you’re like oh my god I know she is not touching my hair looking like that”. Ok I WAS thinking it but the Good Me had her hand over Bad Me’s mouth. Bad Me gets out of control from time to time but Bad Me NEVA lies!

OK. I feel better now. Guess I won’t commit any acts of senseless violence. Just finished reading an interesting book. Might blog about it later!