Bye Bye, Little Appendix

Took me a couple days to get this here. Geesh.

This was the saddest of all Oscar parties, not even my appendix was able to make it. The day before the party, A decided to start cramping up. All morning I made excuses for it such as menstral cramps, gas (bad, bad gas!) and ... I can't remember what else. I know I took 3 or 4 times the recommended amount of Maalox. Maalox is great, but not for appendices. So after poking around on my tummy I decided yes, it definitely hurt more on one side and told Dr. J it was time to find a medical doctor. Right about then, that's when the lightheaded-ness and the vomiting began.

We only sat in the waiting area about 5 mintues ... a very long 5 minutes. Did I also mention how slowly and delicately and SLOWLY dr j drove to the hospital?? Please, husbands, always make sure you don't run ALL THOSE yellow lights. Stop for them all. Every last one. Even if you think you can make it, stop for the yellow lights. Make that trip last as long as possible. Back to the waiting room ... when they took me in to get my vitals and I told her I needed to lay down. But I meant right then. To prove just how serious I was, I passed out and awoke shortly thereafter to a barrage of shaking, sweating, and vomiting.

That's as ugly as it got though. And it did get me a room, fast!

Poking, prodding, testing ... and appendicitis! Short surgery, night in the hospital, two days home from school and counting. I'm guessing I'll be out through Thursday.

But my oscar party was so sad and lonely! My darling friends and competitors still sent in their ballots, I came in dead last, thank you very much. Keeping up with the ballots was rather difficult to do when you are having to face the ceiling the whole time. I didn't get a good look at the red carpet, but it's all tivo-ed and I am hoping to get back to that later this week.

So, goodbye little appendix! We've had a good run, you and me. I blame all my flaws on you and am starting over with a clean slate. I only wish you weighed more ...

YAY!!

Are you all so very excited? We saved up tons of 2nd and 3rd choice shows to pull us through the writing drought ... but there is a reason those are 2nd and 3rd choice.

To know the latest in what's coming up, I stole this link from TV addict.

Come back Office! I've missed you 30 Rock! Oh! Friday Night Lights - what's going on with Riggins and Smash and Coach Taylor and Matt Sarasen and Santiago and Tyra and Landry???? Don't leave!

Where are you Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, Heroes and Gossip Girl!? I'm lost without you!

Chuck, we love you. Love. You. You were my new favorite. I'm sad you won't be back till next year.

And most importantly - FINISH OUT THAT LOST SEASON! We were patient for 10 months, don't make us riot now.

Look what a DVR can do. What an amazing piece of machinery. You can have your sliced bread.

A Baby Step

Second only to trying to educate the general public about the inner workings of science, my purpose in life seems to be to get others to play dominoes. I wouldn't say that all Texas-born muggles play, but certainly all that ever frequented The Chicken in College Station can hold their own in 42. Not that I've ever been to The Chicken. Except between 1996 and 2002. But other than that I'm most holy.

The problem in getting people to play is that you need 4. No more, no less. Unless you play Mexican Train, which is fine, but isn't for hardcore domino lovers. Tonight I did break down the first barrier and at least get a friend into a one-on-one game of dominoes. Mostly I think she felt the need to babysit me, I probably do seem like a sap. I did come down with a mild case of the nasties within hours of Dr. J's departure. Again, probably more related to the fork I've reused three times in two days.

Hey crew - I made the bed this morning like the grown up that I am! Awww ... wipe that solitary tear.

Movies and macaroni

Dr. J leaves town and I sink into deep bachelorette-hood-dom. I left dirty dishes in the sink and last night, drank coffee from a mug off the counter that may or may not have been entirely clean, and I had a sore throat so I made a pot of macaroni and cheese for dinner. What is wrong with me?? And why do i keep getting sick? And no snide comments about the mediocre cleanliness of my morning mug are necessary, thank you very much.

I miss this little blog-ette and the random comments that I got from friends near and far. Oddly enough, most of you always felt compelled to comment on private emails or via telephone calls. What a strange bunch you all are.

By the way, please tell me you have all seen Juno. And Atonement. I loved that crazy girl, Juno. She reminded me of me, so awkward and outcasted in high school, except for the whole pregnancy thing. I only wish I could have had the confidence to get myself a cheeseburger phone. Or even a hamburger phone.