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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

I’m a fame whore.  Not that this was going to make me famous.  But in the little place I live in, I felt pretty famous.

I was awake at 2:30 ish in the a.m.  Couldn’t sleep, hence the name of this blog – Empty Nesting, Migraining, and Menopausing.  The no sleep is part of the menopausing (as if you didn’t know).  While I was on Facebook, I saw Lawyerboy’s girlfriend was active – I messaged her and she then knew I was awake.  She’s up at that hour on purpose, as she works at one of the local TV stations as the traffic reporter and a producer.   She asked me if I wanted to be “Facebook Friend” of the day or something like that.  I replied I didn’t know what that was.  She said, “send me a pic of you”.

I sent two pics and told her to pick from.  I fell back to sleep, woke up again at 6 a.m.  This is what I saw on my television at 6:30 a.m.:

There I was on TV! I LOVED IT.  I am such a ham at times and at other times such a wall flower.  (Do not say I am weird.  Do not think I’m bipolar cuz I am not and don’t even come close to fitting into that category, not that there’s anything wrong with it).

The picture was my Christmas card from last year.  Can you see it?  For my card, I grumpily  called Goose, asked her to come on my venture with me, and rolled out of bed, miffed at having to make a Christmas card.  I put on a gown from the closet, still stinking from the night of “sleeping”, bobby-pinned the crap out of my hair to make it look like I had an updo.  I brushed my teeth, put tons of make-up on as I’ve never worn it before, picked up Spot, my fake dog that’s been in my Christmas cards for 26 years, and I strapped him in the car.  I got to the mall and met up with Goose.  We put Spot on the counter of Tuxedo Junction, asked for a Christmasy bow tie and purchased it.  The sales guy never blinked.  We stood in line for our turn for our picture with Santa.  The family behind me asked me what I was doing (I was conspicuous I guess from my gown and strappy sandals).  I told them I’ve had a Christmas card for years with our fake dog in it, even when we lived in Germany, I was empty-nested, so it was just me that year.  They helped me with my scarf, arranged my shoe pointing, Goose fixed Spot.  Santa was ecstatic.  After mission accomplished, we left, taking turns carrying Spot, because he’s really quite heavy.

Love,

Little Miss Fame Whore

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS

OK, I’m gonna be honest here, like the rest of you aren’t.  My favorite part of Christmas is receiving gifts.  Yup.  I love opening gifts!  I’m not into this mawkish gifting to others.

Yesterday I got that beautiful home-made cowl scarf from the Bon.  Today I got a memo pad from Cheryl that says:  I Do Not Suffer from Insanity – I Enjoy Every Minute of It!  - is that so me or what?!  I feed off my insanity, indeed.  The part I love most out of this gift is Cheryl saw it and thought immediately of me.   And that extra pain in the arse of mailing it to me.  I know that pain in the arse.  I also received Italian (home-made, of course) cookies from Marty’s cousin for us all.

Then I also received from Libbylicious ( of course all these things have special meaning):

1) A book bag that contained the following:  2)  A spiral-bound book that has two pictures on it, the cover is one of my all-time favorites, a picture of me and Libbylicious wiped out flat with our Segways on top of us on the sidewalks of Philadelphia.  3) A memo pad that says: “I will not be able to participate in life today – Thank You.”  (That’s a little too real).  4) The book, Scarface.  This is because Libbylicious had to pal around with me in NYC when my pre-cancerous skin cancer topical medicine kicked in and my whole face was a scab.  She called me Scarface all weekend to make me feel more….comfortable with it all.  5) Cocktail napkins that say:  Merry Freakin’ Christmas – speaks for itself. 6)  A key-chain flask – speaks for itself.   It’s good for one shot of something.

She really does love me.  The book bag has a quote by Louisa May Alcott, “She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.”   She texts me almost everyday to say I am either pretty or that I am smart.  That’s a good friend, you know. More than my own fam does for me.  Hmpf.

Love you gift givers! Keep them comin’.

Little Miss Sunshine.

P.S.:

For instance, I would have preferred a coupon or a promo code from my favorite NYC hotel.  I make my own donations….