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I got home Friday and I had a Christmas card waiting for me, no return address.

I open it up and there are two children in the card hugging, wearing red pj’s and huge santa hats.  I look and don’t recognize either one.  I should know these children.  The envelope is addressed to me.  I don’t even recognize the names.  I show my sister and ask her if she knows them, she doesn’t.

Later that night Vanessa texts me to tell me to see my friend Maggie’s FB status.  She got the same card wondering who the heck those kids were.  I immediately text Maggie and soon we build this hilarious scenario that someone at work in our team sent out random Christmas cards and we narrowed it down to a couple of people.  We thought it was hysterical.

The next day we find out it was our main boss.  You know, the one we hardly know.  Eek. Good thing that wasn’t in the entry exam! Turns out she’s Jewish, clearly not a stickler by the the Santa hats in the pictures.  And she used her married last name on the card, well heck, trick people why don’t ya!

I brought it up at work in our Monday meeting today, my boss said that happened to him as well the first time he got it, he was like, “Who are these children?”  I dont feel as bad.

I ended up going to the doctor today because I have a very bad Bose Sound System thing going on in oreja izquierda. I don’t know what is going on. I lost some hearing and I hear ringing when there’s sound.  Of course, my boss at work thinks it’s funny because he kept passing by me today saying, “I’m going to talk about Claudia because she can’t hear me anyways!”

I get to the doctor and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m very envious of her.  She’s younger, gorgeous and she’s a doctor. Every time i go visit I try to pin point something severely wrong with her.  Is one eye bigger? Do her ears pop out?  Maybe those are extensions in her hair.  Something, i have to find something. Today, i realized she doesnt paint her toes. Ewe!

I missed a call from my apa and I call him back tell him I was at the doctors and proceed to tell him that my doctor is younger and gorgeous.  I follow this by, “yeah and she was wearing open toed shoes and her toes weren’t painted! Gross!”

To which apa replies, “You know guys dont care about that shit. I mean if she’s young and gorgeous, she could be missing her toes and we’re still okay with that.”

I tell him he’s not helping me.  He laughs and says, “Call your sister.”

I call Vanessa.  Tell her the same thing and she responds with, “Ugh, that’s just gross!”

I love her.

So back to the doctor.  The nurse walks in and says she expected me to be shorter. See, I always get the other comment, “Whoa, i thought you’d be taller.”  I told my sis about that once and she said it’s because I don’t have a short person’s personality, whatever that means. LOL

So I look at the nurse and tell her that’s a first.  I’m sorry i’m not freakishly, circus short.  She laughs and says, “Oh it’s because on your chart it says 48 inches.”  Nope, it’s 59 people. Learn to multiply! I asked her if she was expecting a midget, she laughs and sighed and said, “Yeah i actually was.” LOL

Turns out I have to go to an ear specialist. I have some issues going on with my ear. Some hearing loss, except to fill in the hearing i have a ringing noise now.  How awesome is that? There must be a lot of angels getting their wings, b/c all I hear up in here is ringing.

I was talking to my boss and a coworker and we came to the conclusion that if it’s permanent hearing loss and I become blind after my lasik next month I’ll be needing a new vocation.  Musician and photographer are clearly out the door. I could become a pirate, wear two patches and carry a parrot on my left shoulder. It wont annoy me since I’m apparently semi deaf in that ear now.

*le sigh*

I’ve been chewing gum non stop. JUST POP EAR…POP!