La Grippe, Le Grippe, La Post Nasal Drip. March 30, 2009

I have suddenly developed a raging cold which shows no signs of letting up.  And as result, I’ve had Adelaide’s Lament from Guys and Dolls stuck in my head all morning.  Not that it’s completely appropriate for my situation, but it definitely is just a little…

It says here:
The average unmarried female
Basically insecure
Due to some long frustration may react
With psychosomatic symptoms
Difficult to endure
Affecting the upper resperatory tract.

In other words, just from waiting around for that plain little band of gold
A person can develop a cold.

You can spray her wherever you figure there’s streptococci lurk
You can give her a shot for whatever’s she’s got, but it just won’t work
If she’s tired of getting the fish eye from the hotel clerk
A person can develop a cold.

It says here:
The female remaining single
Just in the legal sense
Shows a neurotic tendancy, see note: (looks at note
Chronic organic symptoms
Toxic or hypertense
Involving the eye, the ear, the nose, and throat.

In other words, just from worrying if the wedding is on or off
A person can develop a cough.

You can feed her all day with the vitamin A and the bromofizz
But the medicine never gets anywhere near where the trouble is.
If she’s getting a kind of name for herself, and the name ain’t his
A person can develop a cough.

And furthur more, just from stalling, and stalling,
And stalling the wedding trip
A person can develop la grippe.

When they get on that train to Niagara
And she can hear church bells chime
The compartment is air conditioned
And the mood sublime
Then they get off at Saratoga for the fourteenth time!
A person can develop la grippe,
La grippe.
La post nasal drip.
With the wheezes
And the sneezes
And a sinus that’s really a pip!

From a lack of community property
And a feeling she’s getting to old
A person can develop a bad, bad cold!

Everyone, everywhere. March 26, 2009

I’ve been really serious on this blog for a long time. And that’s ok. But I think I need to just go back to the days of talking about completely random stuff every once in awhile. Here goes. I’m getting married in 9 days. I feel like someone is sitting on my chest, smothering me to death. Luckily that person in my imagination is not personified as Craig. It’s an old man with gray hair and long blueish colored fingers. I’m not sure who he is, but he needs to chillax. My feet aren’t cold or anything; in fact, here in my very warm office they are quite toasty. But I think I’m more overwhelmed at the idea that this is the biggest party I will probably ever get to throw. And I like throwing parties and playing hostess, so this is kind of a big deal. Not like Ron Burgundy big deal, but just a little big deal.

I have this eyebrow lash that is sticking straight out and I just want to pluck the heck out of it. But I can’t because it’s in a pivotal part of my eyebrow and if I do I will look like my eyes are off center in my wedding pictures. And I don’t want that (because I feel that I have a very symmetrical face and I take pride in that). But I really want to pluck it. I really, really do. I have to be patient and let it grow out so that it will nicely conform to the rest of the lashes. Plucking it originally is what got me into this mess. Patience will get me out of it.

Speaking of my very warm office…I don’t understand why offices with windows are so coveted in the workplace. I hate mine. It does nothing but allow cold air to permeate my office in the mornings and then in the afternoons the sun shines so bright against it that my office is probably around 80 degrees. And I know, all of you problem solvers out there are thinking, “but all you need to do is…” Believe me, I know my options. But when the girl with the cubicle walks in and comments about how lucky I am to have an office with a window I would have nothing to make her feel better about having a cubicle if I fixed my problem.

I love airports. I absolutely love them. I don’t know why I didn’t ever go to the Louisville airport and just sit and hang out and watch people when I lived there. Sitting and watching people push and shove to be the first person in line to board the plane is probably my favorite. It’s seriously like, “Do you think you’re going to get to your destination any faster this way?” I love it.

So, when I get nervous I tend to loose my appetite. And as you can imagine, I’ve had a lot of loss of appetite over the past couple of weeks. But then I’ll have a day where I’m able to completely block the wedding out of my head and then I’m starving. For instance, Tuesday I was on the road (well, more in the air) and when I got to PA I went to lunch with one of our salesmen, Tom. I ordered the eggplant parmesan and I’m pretty sure he was afraid I was going to eat him too. I devoured it in all it’s greasy, carbolicious goodness. Then I sat through the supply demand meeting for like 3 hours hoping that I wouldn’t throw up. Nice. Nothing like binging and not purging to do a body good.

Then this morning I woke up craving some BDubs wings and buffalo chips with cheese. I got to work and looked in Corns’ office and realized he was out for some medical stuff today, so I immediately called the Jackal (a work friend of mine, Carlos) and left him a message at 8:30 this morning begging him to go to lunch with me at BDubs so I didn’t have to binge alone and look like a looser.

We went and saw Children of Eden this past weekend. It was delightful. I had seen the show before and it was painful. This cast did a much better job. I knew Stephen Schwartz wrote the play and I also knew he wrote Wicked (which I love) but then I found out he also wrote Godspell another one of my favorites. Someone give the boy a cookie!