Made in Richmond

WARNING: This post uses the word “goop.”

The doom was considerably less doomish than expected, but considerably more gross.

The doctor was great. When he was about to stick the needle in (which, btw, was about the diameter of a toothpick, no lie) he said, “Now you’re going to feel an ouch.”

“What kind of an ouch?”

“Hmmm. I would say a medium ouch.”

It was like we were meant to be.

It didn’t hurt at all and the doctor was great about explaining everything that was going on. And then he showed me the goop he took out which looked like clear Jell-O.

So now I am sans bump, at least for the time being. There’s a decent chance it will come back, but we’re going to wait and see. For now, I’m doing the best I can to not use my right hand as to not irritate the area. And for a left-handed person, I use my right hand for pretty much everything:

Shifting gears? Right hand.

Unscrewing a gas cap? Right hand.

Cutting? Right hand.

Drying my hair? Right hand.

Dialing and holding the phone? Right hand.

Using a mouse? Right hand.

Opening doors? Right hand.

It’s sure to be an interesting day.

Oh no! February 13th got here so fast! I have never been so nervous about a medical appointment in my life! I have also never used so many exclamation points in one post!

I’m waffling between wanting to know nothing about the procedure and wanting to know absolutely everything. Like I’ve said before, I don’t do well with anticipation in these situations. But, as TheBossMan pointed out to me this evening, there are worse things I could be gearing up to face tomorrow. I don’t want to list them because comparing what I’m doing tomorrow to what some people have to go through would trivialize them. Instead, I’ll be grateful that regardless of how it goes, my insurance covers it and I’ll be able to walk myself out of there.

Audrey and Erin have come up with the fabulous idea of giving out awards to those bloggers kind enough to share the cuteness of their pups with the Internets. They also had the even more fabulous idea of dedicating an entire award to Zappturday!

Click on the wee doggie face to learn more AND to vote for your favorite Zappturday post!

During my freshman year of college, my friends and I listened to Pat McGee Band’s Shine on repeat for about 7 months.

I walked into the office this morning and heard it playing - probably for the first time in about 6 years. It instantly took me back to sitting in my dorm room listening to Haven’t Seen For a While over and over again, brooding over how much I missed Ross who was all the way in Blacksburg.

It’s funny because I don’t really listen to music like that anymore. And because as I was curled up on my bed crying, Ross was probably gathered around a computer, laughing with his friends to this.

Friday: Woken up by car trouble. Thankfully was able to get in touch with a co-worker who could give me a ride to work. Busy day. Got dropped off at Ross’s office to finally print off some much needed documents for our church’s pastor search. Home for dinner. Went to the gym pretty late. Home and to bed.

Saturday: Up and to the southside for a haircut. Home to putter and relax before heading up to Fredericksburg for a Rock Band party. Good times had by all. Home super late and to bed even super later.

Sunday: Up earlier than I had planned. Lunch meeting at Joe’s Inn. Did not have a Diet Coke or a club sandwich. Home for about three seconds of relaxing before heading to church. Listened to a great sermon. Snuggled a cute baby. Home for baked potatoes and hopefully an early bedtime.

Have a great week!

Zapp loves blankets more than anything. I think her complete lack of body fat makes her crave any kind of warmth she can get. Plus, as a natural snuggler, she seems to love being tucked in whenever possible. Often you’ll walk into the bed room and find her lumbering around the room with a blanket she’s wrapped around her own head, much like this:

I think this picture makes her look like she’s taking part in a Christmas pageant. Can’t you picture Shooter floating just above her in the role of the angel Gabriel?

Ross and I went with Scott and Christi to Edible Garden for the annual PharrOut Phamily Pheast. This is one of the few places around here that serves antibiotic-free meat. As I haven’t eaten meat for almost two weeks, I had bison AND chicken for dinner.

It. was. spectacular.

Love is when your husband has a fancy grilled cheese sandwich* waiting for you when you get home from work, even though you’ve been too busy to talk to him for the last two days.

*homemade bread, fresh mozzarella, pesto, and a slice of tomato

The folks over at RVANews seem to think I’m qualified to give advice about things. So in addition to my weekly rundown of Project Runway, you also get to read my take on how to do anything and everything in life. Here’s last week’s column addressing the proper use of semicolons AND how to make friends.

So if you have a question or simply want to open a topic up for discussion with the lovely RVANews audience, send a message my way. I won’t include your name when I post your question in order to save you any embarrassment (and mostly because making up the aliases is my favorite part of this whole deal).

That’s val [at ] RVANews [dot] com.

“threw [me, him, you, us, etc.] under the bus”

“the weakest link”

“on the chopping block”

“in it to win it”

“This is a competition.”

“I’m here to play the game.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

Take note.