We have a Gymboree compilation CD of children’s music and this one friggin song always gets stuck in my head. I think the lyrics are “hop old squirrel, diddle dum diddle dum…” but all I hear is “Hot Boiled Squirrel diddle dum diddle dum…”

Went out for dinner with girlfriends last night to Pomegranate and I have that morning after feeling this morning. You know that one. The nagging “Was I too much last night? Did they think I was retarded?” I think I need to get out more if going out to dinner and having one drink (hello pomerita, I love you) turns me into a loud mouth squawker. I was even flirting with the manager in what I thought was a cute, fun way but in hindsight I’m feeling like the women I used to look at as a teen and thinking “Ew…look at that close talking old lady trying to be coy!!” Anyway…I’m sure I’m making it out to be way more than it is but you know how it is. I keep thinking back and cringing. And to top it all off, I don’t know these women very well so I’m sure my squawking and cusing was anything but delightfully irreverent as I intended. I think I’m over that restaurant too. You cling to anything remotely cool here in Suburbia and I think that place has run its course. I ordered this chocolate merinque-y thing and literally it looked like a full ashtray. The “ashtray” part was made out of meringue and then it was filled with chocolate mousse. Then about 20 two inch meringue stubs were sticking out of the mousse part. Um, hello design concept? Not so much. They put it down in front of me and instantly I was like “oh.” I ate a little of the mouse, took a bite of one of the cig butts and pushed the plate away. Ruiners. I live for dessert too. It’s my favorite part of the meal. It was so anti-climactic. Sigh…

So the doctor yesterday was uneventful. Lots of blood taken, urine test, poking, prodding, blah blah…. I’ll go back next week to talk more but in the meantime she gave me anti-inflammatories (oxaprozin) to take for pain, and wants me to wean myself off of Lunesta by taking Flexeril, which is a muscle relaxant, that I take 2 hours before bed. It will lull me into sleep apparently and help with the headaches I’ve been having. Interesting…She poo pooed the idea of Prednisone until she does bloodwork, which I understand I guess.  I do feel better after taking the Oxaprozin last night and today. I feel like I’m forever taking pills though. The pharmacist knows me by name, which is lovely and horrifying. “Be right there, Mrs. Provost!” he’ll shout over the counter. I smile and say “Ok, thanks!” feeling important next to all of the nameless folk waiting in line and then instantly feeling my face redden as I remember we’re not at Saks loading up on cosmetics but we’re at the pharmacists where it’s not fabulous for him to know your name.  It doesn’t help when he says things like “You ok on needles??”

Upon leaving the doctor’s office I inquired about a receptionist they had for a while named Shar. I calmly explained that I almost left her practice because of this woman’s incompetence. She knew the woman sucked and explained to me that it was a trial thing for some community college for potential temps to try out working in a real office. I think that’s what she said. I really wasn’t paying attention because I was mentally preparing for my impression of this old receptionist. I did my impression and the doctor laughed because she said I sounded so much like her. We had a good laugh and then I told her how bad this woman sucked again and how important it was to have good professional people at the front desk validating your issues, medical requests and desire to see the doctor. I told her I don’t have time or energy to play games with incompetence and the next time I’ll just move on to someone else who doesn’t have their head up their ass. (I channelled Rog aka Dad rather successfully for this conversation complete with the smile that’s not really a smile but means I’m dead serious.)

I didn’t sleep very well last night and Finn woke me up at 6:15 so I doubled up on caffeine. After dropping Hadley off at school I scoured the house organizing toys and throwing away random old parts and small unimportant toys that no one has any interest in.  I can’t do this with Hadley here because she’ll follow me around and quiz me about everything I’m tossing. Sometimes I try to be sly and toss something in the garbage and sure enough, she’ll find it. “MOM! Why is this little shoe in the trash! Oh my gosh! It almost got thrown away! Aren’t you glad we found it, Mama!” Delighted, she’ll run off cradling some teeny tiny plastic shoe that goes to god knows what and has been floating around the house for months.

Argh! Foiled again.

I feel incredibly productive and am glad to have gotten it done. I hope to be more productive this weekend but we’ll see what the WoW addict has in him…and see how I feel.