So, I said I would be 'out' for a bit -

but hell, I said I was going to try to quit complaining too!

So, got this e-mail tonight from Kadi over at A Womb at the Inn(Sane) ... she had this to say - -

Yo Adrienne! (I love saying that!)
Greetings! I have chosen your blog to feature on The Classy Closet radio show tomorrow. I will be talking about why I love your blog, as if it isn't obvious! If you would be so kind as to put this button (I have attached) on your blog and announce that you will be featured tomorrow at 9amPST/11Central, I would be ever grateful! Here is the link to the show and the blog:http://http://www.blogtalk/radio.com/theclassycloset
http://www.theclassyclosetshow.blogspot.com/

So here is the button,







Wonder what people will think of me when they find out that my boobs are shoe snobs?? Hmmm...

Okay - really, this time I mean it. I'm 'out' for a bit. Gotta study people. Do you want me running your IV's with only 3 hours sleep? I wouldn't let a chick with a needle near me without at least 4 hours sleep and a large coffee.

Somewhere between out of my mind and completely insane

I'm not ignoring you. I promise.
I think of you at least once every other day.

The semester is coming to an end...
Everyone should know, this is when they (the bastards in administration) pile on as much as they can into this 3-4 week period... laughing wickedly from behind their office doors.

At this point in time... not quite sure if my hubby even still lives here with us - it has been that long since I have spent any time with him at all. My kids - the only reason I know they still live with me, they beg me to feed them.

If you don't hear from me for a bit - I didn't fall in a hole (I might be wishing for a hole at some point though) - I'm buried in a book somewhere, my hair standing straight up from stress and an IV drip of coffee standing at attention awaiting orders at my side.

Until December 10th...

A huge disappointment for the...

...RACK lovers / 'jealousers' of America...

*** Efen, Frank, Ron - not sure you should read any further.

This may just ruin every RACK for you from here on out ***

You say you love 'em... I'm sorry to burst your bubble


You say you're jealous of 'em... soon, you will realize that I am jealous of you --- oh, thou with no rack

These things - they showed up sometime in high school. Over-freaking-night.

I'm not telling you a tale - oh no, this is a fucking true story...

I went to school on Monday, had no rack -

when I went to school on Tuesday,

the RACK HAD ARRIVED.

You thought you knew all of the details of my sad, sad story - the therapy sessions that have left me emotionally drained ... the twitching I have had to fight to overcome, all as a result of my name. But this, this is the rest of the story:

name + rack = shock therapy treatments

This rack of mine... not like the racks found at 'The Girls Next Door'. When I take off my bra, my rack - not exactly 'staring' you in the face... more along the lines of checking out if your shoes match your outfit.

Because my boobs are checking out whether or not you are keeping your pedicures current and if you read the memo in regards to never wearing white socks with black shoes when not tamed and holstered, I can NEVER leave the house without a bra. Not even to retrieve the paper from the end of the driveway. I might as well leave with no shirt at all... it is THAT obvious.

I have been in the process of trying to buy a winter coat for the past 3 years. Sure, I'm a bit picky - I like plain - I like black - requirements include looking good underneath my backpack - and NOT making me look like I am either trying to be a teenager or like I am a fucking old fart...

Oops... off task - back to my rack. Coats. The coat issue. Find a coat that fits the rest of me - EASY... try to zip it up enough to keep the rack toasty, warm and protected from the cold, blustery winter wind - NOT HAPPENING. Find a coat that fits the rack, NOT so easy. I end up looking like a fucking marshmallow because the coat is swallowing me whole - everywhere but my RACK!

Rack, what have I ever done to you?

I know, I know - I used you to feed two babies...

but you deserve it with everything you put me through during high school

(like being a teenager isn't difficult enough...)

Can't you find it within yourself to at least perk up and be pretty if you're going to stay?

Must you be heavy and have such expensive lingerie tastes?

Must you fight me every time I want to cover you in something warm?

Must you get in the way every time I try to drive a golf ball?

Rack, what have I ever done to you?

Frank, my blog friend, this is for you...