Happy anniversaries & RTBT

So exactly a year ago today, I finished my last radiation treatment. I think that deserves a big "Yippee!" Don't you?

Thinking about that milestone makes me happy, and puts a smile on my face.

And thanks to the wonderful / weird / wonderfully weird world of Facebook, my upcoming 25th high school reunion this Saturday (oh my, I am THAT old... even my mom was amazed: "really? it's been 25 years?" yes, Mom, it has) strikes me as lots of fun and not angst-inducing. (By the way, The Social Network [a/k/a The Facebook movie] is very engrossing, even if you never use FB. It's more a story about creation, litigation, and shades of grey, plus it has a script by Aaron Sorkin, music by Trent Reznor, and solid acting.)

Thanks to the initiative of my friend Jane, the urging of coworker Dennis, and my memories of never photographing so well as I did during Jane's wedding, I will be following along behind Jane on Saturday to see the fabulously talented Laura Nadeau. Alas, no superfancy hairstylist a la Jenny, but yes, I am actually making an effort to go all girlie. Shocking, I know, but that's what a major reunion can do to even the most un-girlie girl.

The dress is something I bought years ago but have never worn. Through all of the ups and downs of my health rollercoaster the past few years, it has now ironically turned out to be just about a perfect fit, or will be after I have my mom shorten the hem to just above the knee. Like it?

The red bits are the satin "belt" that comes with the dress. I even have a matching clutch (please, pick yourselves up off the floor -- hopefully you didn't give yourselves concussions when reading that).

Oh, and today, we moved my desk from out of the fishbowl lane at the office (right on the outer corner of the aisle near the pantry, where everyone could see what was on my monitor/screen and each scrap of paper on my desk) to a cubicle one aisle further in, and one row further away from the traffic flow. HALLELUJAH! (When I told my mom about the original fishbowl position, she burst out giggling. Yes, giggling. Now you KNOW it's a horrible spot in the cubicle farm if even my mom laughs, as she normally reminds me -- and I agree -- that I should be happy to have a job.)

Speaking of jobs, I need to go to bed, so I will leave you with this song for your amusement, courtesy of my weekend immersion in NPR: The Vaselines play "Sex with an X," on Studio 360. I find the lyrics vastly amusing.