Hanging… :/

Okay, so does anyone remember my little whiny moment of having to endure the procedure of a Mammogram, well, it has been done and let me tell ya how my day went…

First of all I was already nervous from this one being my first, but then to add to the mix, friends and family alike… ya’ll suck! , but I was told, ‘oh, it’s gonna feel like someone slammed your boobs in a window’ and ‘you will definitely understand the emotional turmoil and pain a ball of dough goes through just before it becomes a tortilla’ and the most heard comment, ‘oh yay you, gonna get the girls felt up and smashed’.

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Retro Shmetro

Saturday ended on a much different and unexpected note.  Initially I thought I would be meeting up with a few of the girlies for a night of out and about, but instead, ended up hanging out with the friend of a mutual friend.  A bit of background, I call her the Tamale Lady and that is all I know of her, she makes some of the best tasting tamales I have ever had and even puts a black olive in them, oh and my mom goes crazy over them.  So the only time I actually see her is around December, however we do talk on FB occasionally.

So yesterday afternoon while doing a bit of FB surfing and playing my Farm Hero’s Saga, she posted a comment stating that she really needed some time out, needed to escape for a bit, was looking for anyone interested in just hanging out for a few hours.  So since our little girlie group is always open to new members, I invited her along to hang out with us and she accepted.

August Rush

Although traveling for business purposes seems to be pretty mute at this point… yay!  I have accepted an invitation from some fellow co-workers for a Vegas get-away in August, somewhat like a girlies retreat.  This trip will also be a reunion of sorts for a few of my former pool-mates as we have had our trip discussed now for the better part of a year, but never actually planned out, so yes, combining the two should be interesting.  Due to the co-workers one being scheduled, I have advised the pool-mates of my dates in Vegas, if they make it, woo hoo, if they can’t, well, we will always have next year.