Postcards from the Tip of Insanity

Saturday was my birthday!!!! 32 wonderful years on this earth. Usually I look forward to my birthday but this year, just couldn’t get into it. Maybe it was the fact that my ex-husband decided to casually mention that my beloved Australian Shepherd Terry is dying of cancer. Now mind you, this dude has known about the cancer for months but when does he decide to tell me, yeah the night before the birthday. Peep the conversation:

Him: (Useless chatter about random stuff)… and I stopped to get food for Terry
Me: Oh how is Terry?
Him: He’s dying. (completely calm like he said he was out taking a dump)
Me: WTF!!!! Ok when were you going to tell me.
Him: Well I’ve known for a while. I’ve been dealing with it. blah blah blah
Me: Damn, how long does he have?
Him: about 6 months
[conversation proceeds for a few more minutes… we start talking about graduation]
Him: You don’t sound too enthusiastic.
Me: DUDE… YOU JUST TOLD ME MY DOG WAS DYING… HELLLLLLLOOOOOOO
Him: Oh
Me: Can I see him?
Him: Well I have this part-time job and I’m never home and blah blah blah

Ok so I can’t believe that he is that evil that he won’t let me see the dog before he dies. I just want to pet him and kiss him goodbye. His fiancee can open the door and bring Terry out for all I care. I don’t care about him or her or anything else… just want to see my doggie.

But I tried to salvage my birthday. Had a nice lunch with my mother and brother then a little shopping with the sweetie. He was feeling bad because he couldn’t cheer me up all the way. We ended up seeing I Thi.nk I Lo.ve My Wi.fe which wasn’t even good enough to get from Netflix. Let’s just say a bit too much unnecessary cussing. I have been known to utter a few choice words but in proper context, not just to get a R rating. So I still wasn’t cheery after that. Dinner was at the Mel.ting Po.t and can you say YUMMM. The food was pretty good but oh me oh my the Bailey’s fondue was out of control! If I would have been at home I might have tried to lick my plate.

But y’all why did the couple at the next table STEAL my birthday balloons and chocolate bar. Coach paid for a balloon bouquet and fondue chocolate to take home. They put it up high between the tables so that it wouldn’t get cooked with dinner. I’m just chillin, enjoying my chocolate covered pound cake bits when I look up and see them passing my table with balloons. And I look up and WTH, my gift is gone. So the waiter chases them down and brings back my balloons! Had the NERVE to say… “Oh, it’s my birthday too” to which the waiter replied… “But your boyfriend didn’t pay for this”. We had a good laugh cuz guess what… they weren’t colored people! And to make things worse, they ate up $100 in food and left 98 cents as a tip with a note that said they were sorry, they didn’t have any more money. TRIFLING!!! Our waiter said he wasn’t supposed to tell us things like that but he couldn’t resist. Those waiters work HARD! Constantly bringing drinks and food and making sure the cooktop isn’t too hot. All that for 98 cents. Talk about needing a butt whipping!

And as if I haven’t got enough going on… My computer died yesterday and I lost one of my diamond earrings this morning. Yeah, Happy MFing birthday to me!

I used to love the Brandy song with the above title! Even if the artist herself is no longer on top of the world. Matter of fact she’s kinda hoping not to be sitting up under the jail

But anywhoooooo!

Match Day was yesterday!!!!!!!!

I am staying in Chicago going to Christ Hospital in the south burbs!!!!!! My family came to the celebration and we had a lovely time. Mimosas and family… what a lovely combination

After the Match Day party Coach and I had tickets to the Jud.ge Mat.his taping!!!! COMEDY! There are some sick sick sick people in the world. We saw 6 cases. Two hilarious ones and 4 just kinda funny ones. My first time in a tv studio, so small. 60 people crammed into a space the size of my living room. The baliff looks like a jumbo Ken doll in person!

After that, we had to speed off to an awards ceremony where I got a student leadership award. No big deal to me but apparently a big deal to everyone else. Great paperweight award though so I can’t complain.

All in all… A VERY GOOD DAY!

All topped by today! The military may not be calling me up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I just say how excited I am about THAT! I was gonna suck it up and do my time but I wasn’t gonna like it! But now they’re saying that headquarters hasn’t even approved it and that there’s no way it will happen by the first of May. AWWWWW And I meant that with all the sarcasm I can muster!

So I should update you guys….

I MATCHED!!!! WHOOO HOOOOOOOOO! Go Rashida get busy..

Don’t know where yet though… 3 days till the date that I find out where.

We got notified today via email with a yes you matched or no you didn’t.

If you didn’t you have 2 days to make the mad dash of finding a place and some people never get one.

But I don’t have to worry about that. I gots a job. Even if Uncle Sam might keep me from it. And y’all why has my unit called twice today talking about the damned mobilization on May 1st. Yeah I know. Thanks for the reminder. and thanks for picking a great day to remind me.

I haven’t updated you guys on the countdowns:

1. There are 5 days until I find out if I matched into a residency position for next year.

2. There are 8 days until I find out where I matched.

3. There are now 17 days until my 32nd birthday!

I’ll keep you posted!

Yeah so life has got me running around like a Hebrew slave….

I’m taking some control of my life. I realized the other day that I have regained 10 lbs. Ummm not good when you know you need to lose at least 25 already. So it’s back to the grind of getting up and exercising and trying very very hard to eat right. Not easy when you live with a man who bakes cakes once a week and you work with your mother who keeps bringing you thin mint cookies. But in an effort to take responsibility for me myself and I … I joined Wei.ght Wat.che.rs. Okay I’m doing the one week trial to see if I can hold down some discipline and do We.ight Watc.hers. Damn those “Be an after, stay an after” commercials!

This is month 3 without a relaxer and I don’t look like Kareema Wheat (Buckwheat’s sister). My hair stylist has been doing wonders with a blowout. Funny how impatient I get when I try something new. Go to the gym twice… step on the scale to see how much weight I lost. Eat right for 3 days… try to put on my skinny jeans. But this hair thing is really teaching me patience. I haven’t done it at home yet because I don’t want to chicken out and run screaming for some relaxer but tonight I’ll have to do it at home because I can’t fit a salon appointment into my schedule. I’m planning to do a twist out which was really cute the last time I did it. I never thought I’d be tempted to do the “big chop” but I’m getting impatient about seeing what my natural texture really looks like. The last time I saw me in all my natural glory I was in 4th grade! I may end up going for it this summer… we’ll see. Gotta work on Coach about that… he likes my long hair.

Went to a skin care seminar yesterday. Of course I didn’t find out anything I didn’t already know but sometimes I have to be reminded that I actually have to take better care of my skin. Laziness is doing a number on my face and I am far too vain to let it get worse. Didn’t buy the million dollars of recommended products but I am making an appointment for a facial next week. Man I’ll be glad when I have money

That’s about it for now. My mother just called to get me to email her my menu for my graduation brunch so I suppose I should get off the blog and get it finished. Toodles!