Archive for July 11th, 2008

11
Jul
08

Friday Bullets

  • Okay, the Giants are pathetic. Their East Coast performance has been embarrassing thus far (swept by the Mets, first game with the Cubbies lost).
  • This weekend I have zero plans of the typical “Social Sheila” variety (parties, dinners out, etc – you know the type of plans that require makeup and wardrobe planning) but rather have plans to walk with Anna and Julianne in Tiburon Saturday morning. Maybe a hike with Amy Sunday morning. Other than that, nada! Yay, that means I could get away with wearing shorts, t-shirts & flipflops all weekend long.
  • Today I went to lunch with my mom. As I described my acupuncture treatment, she actually asked me, “was she (as in the practitioner) Chinese?” followed with, “was the place clean?” – had to do a bit of educating about the world today. For those of you who are scratching your head, this will explain it: my mother is Japanese and grew up with a very competitive and anti-Chinese/Korean mentality.
  • Lucy managed to lose her collar today. I have no idea how she got it off nor where she put it. I am thinking it somehow got lodged somewhere and came apart. She took one look at it and thought, “a-ha! here’s my chance”, buried it in the backyard and said, “good riddance!” Now she’s back wearing the stinky collar she was wearing when she got skunked.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

11
Jul
08

Making like a pincushion

Okay, I know you all have been waiting with bated breath to hear all about my acupuncture experience, so I’ll put you all out of your misery.

Well, I survived. Seriously, it wasn’t that bad. Strange, but not unpleasant. A bit anticlimactic really.

My practitioner had me lay down on the cot in the doctor’s office (very clinical environment). First thing she did was take my pulse. “Great pulse!” she cheerily informed me. Cracks me up. Hello! I’m alive, just infertile.

In all casualness, she proceeded to stick these teeny-tiny needles in areas on my legs, feet, hands, ear and head (yes, you read that right, needles in my head!) Seriously, I could barely feel them going in… except for the one close to my ankle.

The worst part of the experience was having to lie on the cot for 25 minutes bored out of my skull. I am not a napper, so 25 minutes in the dark with nothing to do or think about is excruciating. I ended up singing “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” to myself.

Note to self: if this all pans out and we do end up with a real-life child of our own, totally use this experience as ammunition. ie: “I got needles stuck in me so you could be here today… now go wash my car.”




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