Things are really fine I'm just blathering.

I didn't write yesterday because I was in a foul foul foul mood. I should use commas, right? I almost started crying on the train ride home. I was really home sick for TN. I was really missing Mammy and Poppy. I was very mad at men in general.

I did my workout late, and was too hungry.

Today was better. It was hand out coupon day at work. Also, Ms. T and I did some shopping. I just don't like the pressure of events.

On the train home today I wondered, "Why the heck didn't I become a nurse?" I remembered the reasons why, starting with Organic chemistry, but still. It all comes back around to what HogFrogBoy said about me being put on this earth to be a Mommy.

Butterfly.

OK, I know I’ve been slacking, but I have been busy and, when not busy, tired.

I’ll tell you about what comes to mind.

Homie K, who’s new name is now Mamasaki, and I went to Costco on Tuesday. It was insane, but we managed to survive with most of our wits about us, and I bought three books.

I told everyone all week about how messy my apartment was. I kept insisting I had to go home and clean it.

I saw snipits of film taken at some of the concentration camps as they were being “liberated”. I was mad, incensed, sad, and flabbergasted.

I saw most of a program about the lengths people went to to save art and cultural artifacts from the Taliban’s wave of wholesale destruction. It was a very good show.

Thursday night was Cinco de Mayo. I went with Ms. T to a sports bar close by, where we met up with folks from work (both employees and members). It was fun, but I am only so good at talking to people I don’t know. We left and met up with Mr. Vascular at a fancy champagne bar. It was empty so we went up to Stripperville and popped into a place called the Bamboo Hut. It was funny…an odd combo of 80’s big hair rock (Def Leopard, Guns&Roses, etc) and hosed down with tiki.

I thought Friday morning might be icky because I had a margarita, but I was fine, and thoroughly enjoyed the half hour massage I got at the Chiropractor’s office. Work sailed by, and then it was time to meet Ms. Catpeople for the Symphony (Mr. Catpeople was nice enough to let me use his ticket, as he had a bike race Sat. morning.). We grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then headed downtown. The Symphony building is nicely arranged and amusingly decorated…lots of 80’s mauve upholstery, shiny brass, and mirrors. I felt very bad for her, as she had one of those dust-at-the-back-of-the-throat-in-a-quiet-place-coughs. We were in an upper balcony and I got a case of the giggles when I suddenly had a vision of her cough drop flying out of her mouth as a cough/convulsion projectile. It got worse when I imagined it landing right in the conductor’s bald spot and sticking. It got even worse when my dyslexia turned Agnus Dei, into Angus Dei and I began to imagine cows flying around with angel wings and halos. No one can take me anywhere.

Saturday Ms. T and I went to the Ferry Building again. I picked up some more plants, and a Mother’s Day cake. I was hoping to clean and tidy the rest of the day, but by the time I had planted the plants Mr. and Ms. WonderfulLife and their cutie pie had come for dinner. It was super nice to hang out with them and the Homies.

I went south for Mommy’s day and had a good ole’ time with S and Ms. Catpeople. S is so good to us all. A-man is growing like a weed, and to everyone’s great surprise and amusement he knows all about “breasts”. Oh MY!!!

I was a lazy bum and took no pictures, and I think I left the camera at S & B’s this morning. I’m sorry!!