but you are harder!
My favorite Armenian said that to me recently, and it was exactly what I needed to hear at the exact right moment… Now I get to see her (and all of my other girls) in just a little over 12 hours and I cannot wait! A few weeks ago (the night I brought home all of my medical records and sifted through every last page of the depressing coverage of my insides) I got on Facebook in an attempt to distract myself from the pictures of my battered ovaries. That's when I saw my old roommates were throwing a party this weekend, and I impulsively booked a ticket. I had been trying to get to San Diego for months (it’s one place where I always leave feeling better, no matter what), but I kept looking at the last minute and just couldn’t afford the tickets. Two weeks wasn’t the best advanced notice either, but I booked the ticket anyway (using all 55,000 of my airline miles), and now I am going to go and let loose for the first time in too long!
This is exactly what I need to clear my head right now: Sunshine, beach, food from my favorite restaurants, warmth, and the time to laugh and catch up with some of my very best friends! I am ready for a little rest and relaxation (and just the slightest amount of partying) with the girls in my life who always know how to make me smile and the men in my life who never really meant much of anything, but who don’t look so bad naked (yes, I may let an old fling or two buy me some drinks and remind me how fabulous I am!) I have every intention of spending this weekend letting go of all the stress I’ve been holding on to and acting like the single, childless (sexy and fascinating) woman I really am. Once I’ve let myself smile and relax, I’ll be ready to come home and figure out how to rectify at least the childless part of that situation... hopefully I'll be ready to make some decisions. In the meantime though:
ADSPACE
