So It’s Labor Day Weekend?! Really?

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We have been so busy working that I didn’t know that it was Friday and I didn’t know it was Friday of Labor Day Weekend.  I was on the phone with a magazine discussing placing an ad on behalf of one of my clients and I told him that I would follow up with him tomorrow.  He questioned, “Tomorrow, as in Saturday? On Labor Day Weekend?”

Ok, so apparently I’m in a time warp.  I’ve lost touch with the day, the date, and even sometimes the time.  My friends have hurt feelings that I don’t have the time for them that I used to.  I haven’t been able to shoot with Nikki or even just hang out with her for longer than a half an hour for over a month!  M is traveling in Asia right now, but if he came home tomorrow and asked me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant in Charlotte (Blue) I would have to turn him down!  If Mr. F suddently texted me and begged me to come out and play, I’d have to turn him down!  No, I’m a busy girl. I have a Husband and two girls and three cats (and a boat and a mansion).  They have to come first.

I have very little personal time these days.  If I’m not working, I’m spending time with Marky and the girls.  There are the occasional jags of 10 minutes alone here and 10 minutes alone there, when Marky takes Little to pick up Big from school, but personal time is a joke.  I hate it when people ask me what my hobbies, interests, or pasttimes are.  I don’t have any anymore. I have to block time in my schedule to help Big with her homework and to play with Little.

So the other day I went to the doctor’s office, don’t panic!, I was just there for new prescriptions, and I had a whole new experience!  For the first time, ever, I enjoyed it.  I sat in the waiting room listening to Coldplay on my pseudopod, I read part of a book that I’m reading to review on my blog, and I just sat and did nothing for like 15 minutes while I waited.  What?  My turn already?  No, please, let the old lady here who is coughing her head off go first.  Take the screaming kid in.  I’ll stay here with Chris and smut.  But instead, I put it all in my handbag and made the trek to the scales.

I explain to the nurse, as I strip off every possible piece of clothing that still leaves me socially acceptable, that I’m just here to follow up, yadda yadda.  She looks in my chart and notices that I’ve lost 130 lbs.  Always the same question, “So how did you do it?”  Always the same answer, “Eat fewer calories and burn more”.  So she asks me if I’m at my goal weight, commenting that I look great (which, felt really nice, so thank you, random nurse!)  I explained that I still have 20 lbs. to go, that I want to weigh 120 lbs.  She comments, “From where?!”  (Thanks again, random nurse!)

So she walks me down the hallway to the little exam room, the whole time explaining how she’s tried so many times to lose weight, but she just can’t stick with it.  Sometimes I feel like people have to justify it to me that they haven’t lost weight and I have.  It’s an odd feeling.  I think some people feel like I’m judging them on an “I did it, so why can’t you?” sort of thing, but really - to each their own path.

She sits me on the exam table (oh, it’s starting to sound like an erotic tale now).  She goes through my file and asks some standard stuff and says, “The Doctor Will Be In Shortly…” on her way out the door.

Finally, alone again with Chris and my smut.  I’m hanging out, completely isolated, headphones, and a book for the first time in ?? and what does the damned doctor do?  She comes in promptly five minutes later!  We joked that it was my only personal time in like 6 months and I told her that if she had other patients that I would gladly wait.   I actually really like my doctor.  She remembers me.  It makes me feel like I’m not just a chart.  She remembers our first visit, when I cried through the whole thing.  She remembers that I used to work for a local school and she knows that I no longer work there and instead run my own PR firm.  She knows about all of my fucked up injuries from my helicopter crash.  I, in turn, remember that she also likes to run and that her father was a Spanish teacher.  She once told me that in her day to day practice, Spanish classes in college have proven to be more useful than her Chemistry classes.  Interesting insight.  She set me up with new scripts and sent me out the door.  I was home in an hour.  Truly amazing!

Okay, aside from my weird story about going to the doctor there are some cool things going on. I got some sex toys in the mail and I received a surprise package from Lochai with a very generous gift - a very nice signed copy of Beach Bound.  I am so unbelievably touched.  Thank You, again, Lochai!  I wish you nothing but good things in San Francisco at Hogtied.com.   Funny thing about Lochai and Hogtied.com - all of my friends in the business (and I think even Graydancer has said) if he wasn’t such a great guy and so perfect for the position, they would all be so jealous. Instead, they are truly happy and think the right guy got the job.

I also got a package in the mail from Audacia Ray.  If you haven’t seen her site, go there now.  I will wait.  Go ahead.  It’s WakingVixen.com.  Don’t worry - I have Chris while you are gone.  I’d like to say that everything in the box was for me, but it’s not.  Some of it is!  But there are also some copies of her book, “Naked On The Internet,” and DVD, “The Bi Apple,” and T-shirts to use for promotions.  I sent one of her books to Sarah Sloane, who is an amazing educator and writer.  I can’t wait for her to read, watch, and react!  I’ll cross post her review when she does it.

In more mundane news, I went to the DMV today because according to the stickers on my tags, my tags expire at the end of this month.  However, I am unable to renew online because I am not within my three month renewal window.  So I look at the registration card and according to that my registration is good through January, 09.  Well, no wonder!  However, this doesn’t solve the problem that in North Carolina unlawful search and seizure means nothing.  Law enfocement spends a good portion of their budget on drunk stops on Saturday night, while in the meantime Charlotte has a higher crime rate than New York City.  That’s kind of stupid to me.  At any rate, in a standard drunk stop you hand one officer your license and the other officer checks your inspection sticker and tags.  If you’re square, you’re on your way, with a smile and a wave.  They are very polite.  However, the next time I go through a drunk stop, we’re going to have an issue.  My tags say this and my registration card says that.  So I proactively go to the DMV to look into it.  I’ve got all my paperwork lined up and I’ve got my book and my pod - having learned from my experience at the doctor’s office that it could really just be considered personal time standing in line at the DMV.  I look up their address just to be certain on the internet and head out the door.  The DMV is gone.  The building is gone.  There is no sign.  There is no nothing.  Just piles of concrete.  WTF?!  Baffled, I went home.  I still haven’t been able to find out where the new DMV is.  Oh, and I should have prefaced this whole conversation with - this came to my attention in the first place when I got the tax bill for someone with my name who owns a Lexus.  I own a Hyundai.  So how can you convince the DMV and tax office that you don’t own something that they say you do own?  It was a project!

There is much to do and little time, so my writing here gets more and more sporadic.  Think of it as a good sign.  RSS Subscribe so you don’t have to wonder if I’ve written anything amusing lately.  With luck and hard work, we will be busier and busier as our business grows.