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Yesterday after work, T and I left for Poughkeepsie. Our flight was scheduled to leave Atlanta at 8:30 p.m., but of course it didn’t. We got delayed until almost 11 because there was an electrical problem in the cockpit. They tried, unsucessfully, to fix it but weren’t able to. Finally they got us a different plane. It was tiny – only 14 rows.

We landed in White Plains at 12:45 a.m. and had about an hour drive before we got to Poughkeepsie.

We were pretty hungry so T’s dad busted out some awesome gourmet sandwiches to munch on. Of course the wine came out too! The next thing I know is that it’s 7:30 a.m. and we’ve finished 5 bottles of wine! I love my inlaws!

I’m not sure how often I will be posting the next few days, but I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas! I may be tweeting about my adventures a little more often. You can follow me @bingATL.

*I typed this post from my phone! So random*

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I’ve had this terrible sinus headache all week.  My head feels like it’s in a vice, my teeth hurt from the pressure, and I get dizzy.  This morning when I woke up, I was super dizzy.  I tried to suck it up and get ready for work, but after my shower I still felt awful.  Since I was feeling a little wobbly, I called in.

Every time I call in, I swear I have a minor panic attack.  I feel so guilty, and I don’t know why.  I have days that I can take off if I don’t feel well, but I still feel bad when I do that.  I think part of the reason it’s so hard is because our office is so small.  And I’m about to be gone for the holidays, even though the office will be closed.

At McHell, I would call in at the drop of a hat because I hated being there so much.  But I like my job now, and don’t want to annoy my boss by taking time off right before the holidays.  But at the same time, what’s the point in me being there, preforming at a half capacity?  Or contaminating everyone else?  I don’t have a lot of work to do anyway, just some reports, and I can do them from home.

Do you guys go through this inner battle when you have to call in?  I always feel like I’m not sick enough, so I need to sound sicker when I call in.  Or add onto the symptoms.  Like today, I added that I had a slight temperature because I felt like a bad sinus headache just wasn’t enough.  I hate that we have to feel guilty when we want to stay home because we don’t feel well.  Stupid culture of work being so important!

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Lately I’ve been paying a lot of attention to the search terms people are using to get to my blog.  Let me tell you, some of them are pretty strange.  I know I’m a little weird sometimes, but damn people.  Some of y’all are strange.

Here are some of the more random terms are:

  • penis – Not so random but super popular. I think I mentioned penis straws when talking about the bachelorette party
  • penis cakes – yummy?
  • wild penis – maybe I should curb my penis talk?
  • father daughter hairy – sounds like someone needs to wax
  • penis dressed as a pirate – arr matey!
  • ugly moms and dads – not everyone can be as beautiful as you
  • zoey dog sun burn swimming – Zoey’s actually a cat, who hates water…just saying
  • drunk girls gone wild – such is my life
  • smack the penis game – what’s the capital of Thailand? Bangko(c)k…ow
  • jake gyllenhaal armpit – yeah, I know I’ve never talked about armpits…but maybe I should
  • craziest socks ever worn – I would love to see these crazy socks

Here’s a little tip to remember.  Don’t talk about penis anything, or all of the freaks will end up on your blog!  Sorry for the lack of a decent post, but I have the worst sinus headache.  Plus I need to get ready for my date night with T.  Woot!

What’s the weirdest search term you’ve ever stumbled upon?

I have a few memories from Christmases past that still haunt me to this day.  The two that I vividly remember happened while we were living in Germany, and I was between the ages of 3 and 6.

The first traumatic Christmas experience that I remember was when I was about 4 or 5.  Little S was born on Christmas, and I’m pretty sure she was there when this happened.  We were stationed in the Black Forest area of Germany, but we didn’t live on the military base.  We always moved into the German towns to expose Little S and me to our German culture.  Here, we lived in an upper level townhouse that was run by a sweet German lady and her husband.  Her daughter lived on the floor below us.  Since her kids were young adults, they didn’t have any children yet.  This meant she adopted me as a surrogate grandchild.  I spent many days at her house.  She would entertain me for hours on end to allow my mother to have some time away from her rambunctious child.

One evening, around Christmas, there was a knock on the door.  My dad told me to open it.  Easily excited, I ran to the front door, flung it open, and screamed.  Standing on the landing was the creepiest Santa Claus I had ever seen!  His face was an eerie plastic mask with rosy cheeks and eye holes.  His beard was painted on.  He had on a little hat.  I dove back into the house and hid behind my father, hysterically crying.  Santa came closer and started talking to me.  It was then that I realized Santa had a female voice.  And then to my horror, it picked me up to ask what I wanted for Christmas.  I screamed again and started flailing.  It was then that this scary impostor removed the mask, and I realized that it was our landlady.  It took me a while to calm down because that mask was so scary!  Unfortunately I don’t have a picture to show you; it’s at my parents’ house.  If I find it, I’ll scan it in.

Traumatic Christmas experience 2 happened when I was around 6 years old.  My mom and I were visiting with her childhood friend who had a daughter who was around my age.  The 2 of us were playing in her room.  It was the eve of St. Nicholas Day.  All of a sudden there was a knock on the front door.  Once again, we were told to open the front door.  We were excited about the late night (it was probably 7:30 p.m., but that’s late when you’re 6) visitor and ran to the front door.  My friend opened the door, and we were greeted by St. Nicholas.  We were slightly stunned, so we  just stood there.

St. Nick – “Bing and Judith, have you been good girls this year?”

Bing and Judith – Stunned into silence, mouths hanging open.  Then heads nodding.

St. Nick – “Are you sure?”

Suddenly a figure dressed in dark robes with a long, black beard stepped around St. Nick.  In Germany he is known as Knecht Ruprecht (Servant Ruprecht), and he doles out punishments to bad children.  He glowered at us and stepped even closer.  Then he pulled out a large book and opened it.

Ruprecht – “According to my book, you two have not been angels this year.”

And then he began naming specific instances of when we had misbehaved.  We were terrified.  In Germany, the tradition states that kids who are really bad will get beaten by Ruprecht or taken away in a sack.  This was more than I could handle, and I panicked.  I took off running through the house, past our mothers, and dove under the coffee table.  I covered my face and cried.  All of a sudden, my mom was under the table with me, trying to calm me back down.  She finally broke down and told me that she and her friend had asked St. Nicholas and Ruprecht to come over, and they had told them when we had been bad.  She assured me that they weren’t real, but they did work for the real ones.  I behaved very nicely for the rest of December after that visit.

Do you have any traumatic holiday experiences that you will never forget?  If you do, please share.  I want to know if anyone else’s parents semi-tortured their children like mine did.  🙂

I woke up this morning not feeling too stellar.  I had a bit of a sinus headache last night.  This morning it made a reappearance along with a scratchy throat.  My co-worker Mel is out sick today because she felt like she was dying when she woke up this morning.  I wonder if this is what I have to look forward to?

Once I arrived at work, I realized that I needed some pick me ups to make it through the day.

Pick me up # 1 – Chik-fil-a chicken biscuit and hash browns.  Nothing like a good ol’ Southern breakfast to get your day going right.

Pick me up # 2 – Knock off Airborne, aka Wal-Born.  Seriously Wallgreens, couldn’t you have come up with a better name?

Pick me up # 3 – Knock off Sudafed Sinus Headache meds.  When you feel like your head is in a vice, you need immediate relief.

Pick me up # 4 – Honey Herb Ricola.  You’ve got to get the real thing sometimes.

Pick me up # 5 – Even though I just ate lunch, I’ve decided that I need a Starbucks Gingerbread Latte (and maybe a delish baked treat).  It’s toasty goodness will warm me right up from the inside out, especially since I’m shivering and it’s 63 degrees outside. <—not a promising sign

I can’t believe that it is already December 15!  This year and holiday season have flown by.  I am in shock.  I hope 2009 doesn’t go by this fast too.

For some reason, I have not felt very Christmasy this year.  Normally I am all about Christmas and can’t wait to make the house look all festive.  This year we still haven’t put up our tree, even though we have been talking about it since Thanksgiving weekend.  T has been working like a maniac, and I want to wait for him so we can put it up together.  We are  going to NY for Christmas, so maybe subconsciously I don’t want to put it up since we won’t really get much time to enjoy it.  Plus Fado may destroy it while we are gone.  I told T that I want to set it up after all tonight (since I keep wavering back and forth about it) but now I have a bad headache, which makes me think it won’t end up going up.

I’ve also not been very successful in finding holiday movies on TV.  I could swear that in the past, Christmas movies played all throughout December.  Am I wrong about this?  I am in some serious need for Christmas entertainment.  Luckily we stumbled upon The Santa Clause last night.  I forgot how funny that movie was.  We were cracking up the entire time.

This weekend did help get me into more of a holiday spirit.  Saturday we went shopping and found most of our presents for our families.  That was a huge relief.  After shopping, we went to a tacky Christmas sweater party.  JD, T and I rocked our special sweatshirts that we made for a party last year.  JD and I even made shoes and wore our socks with the Santa faces on them.  We were one hot mess!

n4903309_40612914_5911This picture is from last year, but it allows you to see the gloriousness of the sweatshirt and shoes.

One of our friends brought along some homemade holiday cider, which was delicious.  It was a mix of apple juice, cider, sugar and Everclear (aka Liquid Death).  You couldn’t taste the Everclear, but I noticed the almost instantaneous buzz I got after drinking only a glass and a half of it.  Needless to say, I had a pounding headache all day yesterday (topped off with the worst cramps ever – sorry boys).

Yesterday afternoon, we went to the Army band’s holiday concert to see Sgt. Sax sing some Christmas songs.  I invited my parents to come along with me and JD (T had to bail last minute because he had to work – I hate his job) since my dad used to be in the Army.  The concert was a lot of fun!  JD beamed the whole time!   I really wished that T could have come along too to share in the festiveness.

After the concert, we all went out to dinner (T did make it for that).  We went to a pirate-themed fondue restaurant, which was a lot of fun.  We got a fondue set for our wedding, and I can’t wait to use it.  I liked going to the restaurant and the food, but man is fondue a rip off.  You pay all of this money for food you have to make yourself!  What the hell?  What a scam…but I’d definitely go back. 🙂

How was your weekend?

Fado is our cute, slinky little black kitty.  He recently turned 3 years old, but still looks like a kitten.  He barely pushes 10 pounds, and I often wonder if he will ever get bigger.  He is pretty long (and tall when he stands on his back paws) but he’s so slim for a male cat.  I wonder if he’ll ever get a jiggly belly.  Probably not (why can’t I be that lucky?).

Even though he is small, he can be quite the terror.  Some of our friends have nicknamed him Destructor because he is like a small black tornado tearing through the house, destroying everything in his path.

And now I give you an extra special glimpse into his awesome, fun-filled life from his perspective, since he can’t type this on his own.

7:30 a.m.Beep, beep, beepI slowly stretch my cramped legs from sleep in between T and Bing all night. What is that sound?  Shake, shift, roll. Damn it guys, stop moving.  Can’t a cat get some sleep around here?  Pet, scratch. Oh, I like when Bing scratches me under my chin.  Purr, purr, drool.  I’m gonna crawl into her lap and go back to sleep.  Floating through the air. How did I up get here?  Flop onto the bed. Where is she going?

7:45 a.m. – Why is the bathroom door closed?  I want in.  Scratch, scratch, meow. What are you doing in there?  Let me in!  Door opens. I’m in.  Hmm, I’m thirsty.  Jump onto the counter.  Turn on the water.  Water on.  Yes.  Drink, drink, drink.

7:50 a.m.Where’s Bing?  Wait, I hear more water running.  She must be behind that curtain.  Maybe I can get some more water.  Spastically shove shower curtain out of the way.  Oh, I found her.  Hi mom!  I’m going to hang over the edge of the bathtub until she gets out.  Wet hand pushing my face away. What the hell?!?  Fine, I’ll lay on the floor next to the shower.

8:00 a.m. – I’m over the bathroom.  Meow, meow. Let me out of here.  Door opens. Freedom.  Oh, T is still sleeping, I’m going to lay back down.  Sleep…

8:30 a.m. – Why’s it so dark in here all of a sudden?  Eyes open. Oh, Bing’s going downstairs.  Pounce off the bed. Yes, outside time.  Outside, outside, outside!  Hauling tail into the kitchen, meow. Please let me outside mom!  Mom, I want to go out.  Now!!!  Meow, howl, banging on the blinds. I’ll keep doing this until you let me out woman.  Come on.  I want to go out now!!!  Hey, where is she going?  Front door closes.

8:30 a.m.-6:15 p.m. – Eat, sleep, play, eat, sleep, play…

6:20 p.m. Car pulling up in front of the house.  Is that mom?  Let me climb in the window.  Climbing, meowing. Hi mom!  Hi!  Look at me.  I want to go outside.  Keys in the door, unlocking it.  Meow, meow…running to the front door. Welcome home!  Let’s eat dinner!  Time to go outside!

6:20-6:30 p.m.Meow, meow, meow. Stop sitting down.  We need dinner.  Hey, I’m thirsty.  Turn on the faucet.  Can I play outside now?  You have to go to the bathroom?  Me too!  Wait for me.  Meow, meow, meow. Let’s go upstairs.  Running up the stairs. You’re so slow, come on!

6:35 p.m. Food bowl is on the floor.  Scarf, scarf, scarf. Now I can go play outside.  Mooom!  Meow, howl, banging on the blinds.  Door opens. Yes!  I’m outside, suckers.

*During the evening hours, Fado comes in and out about 5 times.  He can never make up his mind about whether he wants to be in or out.*

11:15 p.m.T and Bing are heading upstairs to go to bed. Bed time!  Here I come.  Wait for me!

11:20 p.m.T and Bing are getting ready for bed in the bathroom. What are they doing in there?  Oh, I want to lay in the sink so I can hang out.  Jump into the sink. Wait, I need some water first.  Meow, meow. Turn it on since I have no hands!  Slurp, slurp, slurp. Done!  Now I can lay in the sink.  Wait, how did I get on the floor?

11:25 p.m. – I’ll go lay in the bed.  Yeah, sprawl out.  I’m too big to curl into a tiny spot.  I need to spread out.  Laying down to go to sleep.

11:45 p.m. –  Oh, mom’s in bed under the blankets.  I know!  I climb up and sleep on her.  I love to snuggle.  Climbs onto Bing and settles in. I’m so happy.  Purr, purr, droolsleep.

*And that is what life with Fado is like.  Sometimes he even decides that it’s time to go outside in the middle of the night, so he starts banging on the bedroom blinds.  This results in banishment to the hallway.*

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This is what I do when you guys are at work!  Suckers! – Fado

How come any time there is any moisture on the road, people lose the ability to drive?  I can understand being a little wary when driving in snow and ice, but in moderate rain, come on.  Don’t get me wrong, when it’s a torrential downpour I drive on the slower side.  But not when it’s a heavy drizzle.

It rained all day yesterday and all morning today.  This means that driving in Atlanta was a mess.  It seems like people down here have a hard enough time driving to begin with.  Add in some precipitation and traffic becomes one nasty, snarled nightmare.

It’s times like these where I want to run people off the road.  There is no need to drive 40 miles an hour in the left lane, on the highway when it’s hardly raining.  Going the stated 55 would be fine.

Another bad driving habit that irritates the hell out of me is when there is standing water in the road and people drive through it super slowly.  It really freaks me out because my car is low to the ground.  I try to drive through at a decent speed so I don’t sit in the water too long and flood my engine.  I don’t want to get stuck in a giant puddle because you went through it at a crawl and my car drank the water.

Is this a problem where all of you live too?  Or are Atlanta drivers exceptionally awful?

Whew, this week has been busy.

Yesterday I was at an all day client meeting and didn’t get back to Atlanta till after 8 p.m.  That’s always fun.  Since it was so late, T and I decided to go to the Greek restaurant where we had our rehearsal dinner.  I love that place.  We shared a bottle of wine, ate fresh hummus, roasted octopus, and gyros.  Then we went home and passed out at 10:30 for some much needed sleep.

We still have not set up our Christmas tree.  But I did hang up our lighted garland on the banister.  We are being total slackers this year.  I think part of the reason is that we will be in NY visiting his family this Christmas.  We’ll be there December 22-30, so even if we put our tree up we won’t get much time with it.  I swear we will do it tomorrow after work, even if it kills us!

I’m excited to go to NY, even though I won’t be spending Christmas with my family.  I haven’t been to Po-town in the winter since 2005 (the last time I sprained my ankle…figures).  I’m excited to see snow and friends and head to NYC to see the festive decorations.  Hope I don’t freeze my ass off up there!

I’m really loving my outfit that I have on today.  I am wearing a plum colored dress with brown tights and flat brown slouchy boots.  I feel very cute and very skinny!

I just got started on my Christmas shopping this week and still have quite a bit to do.  We are doing some presents in the office, and I have no idea what to get everyone.  Ugh.   I’m thinking of spending between $15-20 for my co-workers who are 24, 35 and 47.  Any suggestions would be appreciated.

I have 8 more days of work until I am off for 7 work days!  I. Can’t. Wait.  My boss is closing the office the Dec. 24-Jan.1.  She wants us to come back on the 2nd, which is stupid because everyone is going to be taking that day off.  I am annoyed about that.  Hopefully she will change her mind.

We have a PR society holiday mixer tonight, and I am excited to go.  Yeah for holiday gatherings.

I had a hair appointment this weekend and got a much-needed trim and color update.  This time I went with brighter red highlights, and I really like it.

When I went to the doctor the other week to have my ankle looked at, he recommended that I do some physical therapy to strengthen it up so I can prevent further injuries.  I agreed, and went to my first therapy session today.  I felt a little guilty since no one is in my office, and I’m supposed to be here at 9 but it’s been dead so I decided to keep the appointment.

I got to the therapy place and met my therapist Mark.  He was a really nice guy, who was informative and had me laughing at the lack of strength in my poor right ankle.  When I first got there, he had me take my sock and shoe off so he could look at it.  My toenails?  Are less than stellar.  I really need a pedi.  Maybe I’ll paint them next time so they don’t look so meh, even though I’m sure he’s seen feet that are much worse looking.  Anyway, he had me move my foot in a few directions so he could measure what levels of strength and flexibility my ankle was at.  It’s not great due to the fact that I had been very careful to not wiggle it around too much to let it heal.

He asked me to pull it back towards me, like a right angle, and it only moved to 6 percent.  It’s supposed to be at 10 percent.  When I pointed it, it barely moved.  I’ve never danced, but I used to be able to point my toes like a mo-fo (because I have super high arches), so much so that I bet it would make a ballerina jealous.    🙂  I can still do it very well with my left foot, but my right is pretty pathetic, especially now.  It’s probably because I’ve sprained it so many times.  I’m hoping this will help get it back to its pre-sprain(s) pointability.

After that, we began the therapy.  I had to stretch it by wrapping a towel around my foot and pulling it towards me.  One of the hardest things was rotating my ankle.  I was telling my muscles and ankle to rotate clockwise then counterclockwise, and it wasn’t moving.  I was seriously tempted to start doing the exercises with my left foot just so I could “show” the right one how to do it.  But I didn’t.  I also had to pick up a bunch of marbles with my toes (I felt like a monkey doing this), which wasn’t too hard.  I had to rock my foot onto tip toes then lift the toes while keeping the heel on the ground.  Mark also gave me this giant rubber band-like thing that I will use to provide some resistance when I do some stretching moves.  Twisting it to the right was so hard.  I thought I had mastered it when he told me that I was actually using my hip to rotate it (damn).  Then I had to concentrate extra hard to get it to make the correct windshield wiper motion, as he called it.

My favorite part of the whole thing was at the end when he stretched out my foot and ankle, especially my toes.  They’ve been feeling so tight, especially the last two.  Now I feel like they are more wiggly.  I also learned why I get such gnarly foot cramps.  Since I have such high arches, when I wear flatter shoes it causes the muscles in my arch to tense up, resulting in the cramp.  Supposedly wearing heels is better since they make my foot into a more natural shape for my arch and give some support.  But we all know how clumsy I am, so I’m not sure that’s the best idea either.

I have another appointment next week, so I’ll keep you posted on my progress (I know you are all so excited to know about my ankle’s strength and flexibilty).  😉

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