I'm a pop music fangirl. I can't help it. I burned up plenty of rubber this weekend on the highways and the song that gets me every.single.time it comes on?? Boom Clap by Charlie XCX. I wish I could fight it, but it's so catchy. Teh Bear hated the fact that I loved pop music and now I don't have to worry about that anymore, BOOM BITCHES!
Let's get to the weekend, shall we?
So on Thursday I went to medical for an appointment to take care of some nasty body crap and it didn't get taken care of I was referred to a specialist surgeon at the hospital who also wouldn't take care of my problem. Instead, he distracted me with a shiny new allergist referral because he wants to see if/how allergic I am to penecillin. I'm that kid.
Side story: Teh Sister is NOT allergic to penicillin and she was a pretty sickly kid. When she would get the pink stuff that tasted like bubble gum, I'd sneak into the fridge and shake it up and lick the lid. When I told Teh Mom when I was an adult, she got quite upset with me. Oops, my bad.
Anyways, the surgeon was able to make a call and get me an appointment at the hospital in Bethesda on Friday. I left a little bit early and traffic didn't end up being as bad as I anticipated so I had time for lunch (sushi) and dessert (cannoli)!
At my appointment, I learned that since I had been taking my allergy meds (since it's freakin' allergy season and all) that they couldn't do allergy testing on me. Good talk, glad I drove the 2 hours up here to STILL get no medical attention. We did make a course of action though, so my drive up and back on Friday was practice for next Friday's drive up to actually get the tests. Le siiiigh. Oh military medicine, I hate you so much.
I came home and really wanted a nap from dealing with Friday DC rush hour traffic, but didn't have time. Instead, I lived vicariously through the brown dogs.
|Aren't they adorable "broken" dogs?|
While we were getting ready to leave, I filled kongs with PB and I had the cutest audience.
|I lubs dem.|
I'm especially fond of that big white one, even with his stinky breafs.
After feeding the beasts, we headed to Teh MD Teenage Roomie's homecoming football game. It turned out to be an absolutely gorgeous day. I kept marveling at it the entire drive to and from DC and then got to be in awe again as we watched the game.
|Lub wispy clouds.|
|It eventually got chilly enough for my hoodie, woot!!!|
Minnie is back out.
|We got to watch the marching band and it was super awesome and nostalgic for me (and Teh Worldwide Jesus Lover).|
Despite eating at the game, we were all still hungry afterwards. So we headed to Olive Garden because I really wanted the summer dessert (panna cotta) that I'd had with Mr. Mystery when he came to visit over Labor Day weekend. Sadly, it was seasonal and since Fall started Monday, they were out. DISLIKE.
Fortunately, I pinned some recipes to make it, so maybe one SC day I'll accomplish that deliciousness.
|This classy lady (in blue) was wearing her napkin over her shirt.. for their entire meal.|
Oh SoMD, I'll miss you.
We came home and got doggy snuggles and started smelling something and before I could even look down, I realized it was Phil's breath.. I was right:
|It's good that I love him unconditionally....|
He has really started being a dick lately with the garbage spelunking and his atrocious breaths.
Gentle Readers I need to tell you a secret. If you know me IRL, you may already know this, but I'm going to remind you. I don't do math. It's just better that way, for everyone. I took ZERO maths in college because I had completed all my math requirements for college in high school. I have a Bachelor of Arts. I use an app to calculate tips. It's just not my jam. So Friday night, when I was trying to figure out when I should leave to make it to PA to hang out with my Raleigh Roomies, I did the math backwards and left an hour later than I should have. Ooops.
They decided to love me anyways. I arrived at their PA house a little after one and we hung out and had pizza and I played games with the girls. I hadn't seen their youngest daughter and the last time I'd seen their oldest daughter, she was less than a year old. They work at a place with an art gallery on the "campus" so they took me by there so I could see all the awesome art they get to hang out with every day of the week. (Yes, I'm jealous.)
|Faces of Buddha made from NYC telephone books.|
|The center Buddha.|
The artist was too poor to buy wood to carve, so he used phone books instead. I think it's awesome.
|This "hive" was above the elevator and it was made of pipe cleaners and beads.|
|This book sculpture was of "super woman" aka a naked lady with hard nips dangling from the ceiling.|
|In the shark tank, the recycled tire shark tried to eat my head.|
|But then I acted normal.|
|Hold on, I need a selfie!!|
I love them, they are so great, the littlest one kept saying "CHEEEESE" when we'd tell her it was photo time.
After our tour, we went to a relative's house for Rosh Hashana dinner. Everything was delicious and it was awesome to get to meet more family members of my Raleigh Roomies. I had met their parents back in 2007, but it was great to be included in something like that.
Side story: I used to (ok and still do) call the Raleigh Roomies Mom and Dad because they took care of me (and Adolescent ZepZep) for my last semester of college. They believed that I played too much World of Warcraft and didn't hang out with the family enough, so we had designated meal days.
After dinner and socializing, we finally headed home and the girls had passed out in the car. That didn't stop us from having a fire (mostly so I could toast marshmallows, I won't even pretend). Also, I honed my toasting kills on square marshmallows. Don't worry, my perfect marshmallow toasting skill is still on point. Around midnight, the flames were out, so we called it and headed to bed.
|I only need marshmallows, not smores... this time.|
First thing Sunday morning was breakfast and games with the girls, then it was church time. The Raleigh Roomies go to a mega-church. The service was a legit "production." As in, there was dry ice and it was concert loud. I had to take a photo because I found it amusing considering that many people at my church think that our contemporary service (that I attend) is a "production" because of the worship band. Not.even.close. OMG. It was an interesting experience. Pretty much the opposite (and kinda the same) of that one time Teh Worldwide Jesus Lover brought me to Tupper Baptist Memorial (an African-American Baptist church founded in the early 1900s, all of those significant details she failed to inform this Podunk-born-Catholic-all-her-life-girl about (she will never live this down and I like to bring it up as often as possible)).
After church, I met Mr. Voices and Mrs. Boomkin at the mall for lunch so we could hang out one last time before I headed south
for the winter. I couldn't be so close to them (and my Godson) and not get to see them!
|The mall with the most retail space in America.|
Yay dollas spendin'!
Mrs. Boomkin and I took some ridiculous selfies. WINNING.
We hit up a few stores and then Mr. Voices and Mrs. Boomkin needed to leave to get back home. Sad that we only had a little time, we hugged it out. I, then, headed back into depths of the mall to do some (much needed) shoe shopping. I ended up getting 4 pairs of shoes for under $100, getting trapped in JCPenney, and eventually made it out alive.
The drive back to MD wasn't as bad as it could have been, which I was thankful for. I came home and Teh MD Roomies and I had dinner and we did puzzle and chores and wrote blogs (ok, I wrote this blog, we did things).
It still hasn't hit me that I'm only in MD for one more week. This is the first duty station that I've actually not been ready to leave. There is a countdown, but only for the acknowledgement of how many days I have left to accomplish necessary tasks.. like checking-out at work. There are irritating things about SoMD, like the lack of decent shopping facilities (#firstworldproblems) and the very tight-knit/small communities that are sometimes hard to break into, but overall, it hasn't been the worst place ever. I met awesome people who I'm not ready to leave yet and I'm not going to be ready in a week when I drive away with the rest of my crap in suitcases (I'm leaving the dogs since we're going on the cruise and I'll be retrieving them at a later date).
Fortunately, I know that Teh MD Roomies will be here or at least be contactable. I know that my greyhound/sighthound groupies would definitely be willing to grab lunch if I happened to be in the area down the road. I know that these relationships don't end just because I'm relocating. That doesn't make it any easier to wrap my head around.
Is there an acceptable grieving period for transitioning? I kid, I kid.. kinda.. Also, I still need a SC job. Lee siiiiigh.
**PS. I hate decorative pillows. We have 4 pillows on the bed in SC. 2 for Mr. Mystery and 2 for me.
Linking up with these ladies:Music Monday w/ Stories, Songs, & Praise and Love Woke Me Up This Morning |
Monday Morning Gossip w/ Join the Gossip |
Weekend Recap w/ Dateless in Dallas |
Weekending w/ B Loved Boston