2 months from today...

I will be married.

I wish I could describe what happens in my head when I say that, it's like a comic book fight with words, but better.

Amazing actually.

We had a really great weekend. Friday night was spent mostly at home and ended at our BFF's house over several beers and a domestic dispute between the neighbors. That is always fun as long as no one gets hurt.

Saturday was an especially fun day. All of my girlfriends have been wanting to help me with something for the wedding. I had a designated craft day for all of us and we got a ton of stuff made. We did all of my centerpieces, table runners, my birdcage veil, the card box, and a few other crafts. My centerpieces turned out awesome! I'm having individual cakes at each table as the centerpiece and we had to make "stands" for them. I got the clever idea to take two grapevine wreaths and stack them. Todd and I made 100 teeny felt bows and four of them go on each stand. The girls wired them all together and glued the bows and plates on. They look so awesome! I really love the whole homemade, warm look we have going for the big day.

Saturday night was a doozy. We had a(nother) big poker party, this time for T's step-sister. We had 24 players and my baby won the whole thing! It was a nice party, until the tequilla came out and then things get fuzzy. All I know is that I woke up Sunday afternoon feeling like I had been run over. I was sick, sick, sick. Honestly, I have no idea how I played soccer two hours after I woke up, but I did. How's that for commitment? I was actually with it enough to take two awesome shots, one that was with my left foot and the other went in the keeper's face, hard. Shortly after my game, Toddles had a hockey game and they lost pretty bad. Oh! I didn't mention that last week he got a hat trick... He scored two shots and took an awesome penalty shot. I love watching him play. Anyhow, after all of that last night I made an awesome dinner and we watched the newest Harold and Kumar movie.

I'm recovered today but I slept too much yesterday. I think I'm going on two hours from last night. Ah well, second cup of coffee is on it's way down.

Nephew update before I forget. Little Wyatt was born on 8/20 at 2:55 - just in time for his Mimi, Aunt T, and Uncle Tyler to get there! He is beautiful and amazing and perfect. It is beyond awesome to watch my little brother as a father. He's a natural. When he gets down close to the baby and talks, Wyatt goes nuts because he knows Trev's voice. We are all so in love with him already! Last I heard, my friend was still waiting to have her little guy, her doctor isn't as nice as my SIL's.

Peace out and happy Monday!

really?

Seriously? Not one luxury apartment in Tulsa?

That's right folks. We. Cannot. Find. A. Stupid. Apartment.

We have called everyday since Sunday, asking if something has come available in 7 different complexes with no luck unless we want to pay over $900 and live on the third floor. I don't freakin think so. And then of course, I've been scouring the 'net looking for a nice condo or rent house and we can't find any of those either. I don't know if it's because the whole damn country is in a recession and everyone is foreclosing on their homes so they're in apartments or if it's because kids are back from college or what but it's making me crazy.

We have one last little game plan and then it's back to the ghetto. Not really, we just won't have 9 foot ceilings, frisee carpet, and nice cabinets. Boooo.

My neck is still effed up from the soccer game on Sunday. I got four shots on Monday and they didn't give me any relief so my boss sent me for a MRI. We're still waiting on those results. Good thing it's not broken, huh? BossDoc seems to think I have stenosis on the left side because it's still constantly hurting. I've doped up on pain pills and muscle relaxers since Monday. BossDoc also told me make sure I keep pooping, which is really kind of funny to hear from your boss. Any poop story is funny to me though. Anyhow - we're waiting on those results to see if I am going to have to have more injections. I just want be able to sleep normal again.

The transition from long distance to one teeny room has been smooth so far. We're getting along, having fun, and doing fun couple stuff. We've been staying super busy so that we're not smooshed in one room until we get a place to live. I think the only we've argued over has been the stupid TV, I want to watch my girl shows and he wants to watch his man shows. It's funny.

That's it for now, happy Thursday to all.

pass the puffs

I am finally back to work and near a computer after suffering from 3 days of fever, coughing, and an awful runny nose. Seems that I caught what T's roomies all had and brought it back to Oklahoma with me after our ski trip.

We had a wonderful time over the weekend. We got to St. Louis early in the evening, all thankful that the roads weren't bad from all the snow. After getting everyone to their hotel rooms and me delivered to my honey, it was time to get dolled up and head to the casino. We had a great time, actually the best time I've ever had in a casino. We all split up - boys and girls. Wanna know what the best part was? My drink of choice - Crown Royal - was only $2.50. Fabulous. Needless to say, the girls and I got pretty tanked. We were having fun, flirting with old men on the craps tables, C&C playing roulette, and really putting the drinks down. We met up with the boys and decided to try out the new nightclub, girls only again because they weren't in the dancing mood. We danced our buzzes off and had a blast! Everyone decided to call it a night and we headed to Awful House to ward off nasty hangovers for our skiing adventure the next day.

Saturday we all woke up, feeling fine and pretty pumped for the day ahead. It took awhile to get on the slopes but once we did it was fun. It was a perfect day for skiing, we even got hot in our heavy coats. Toddles was worried about my skiing abilities since we had never skied together. We got to the run we were going to try first and I took off. Next thing I know he's behind me saying "slow down" and I'm like "nooooooo" because I knew what I was doing. I proved myself...

It was a really good time. We spent all day skiing until things started getting messy and we were worn out. I only fell one time and it was my first time on a black run. Oh, and I about got knocked out by the lift because of some punk ass kid. I ended up with two bruises the size of baseballs but at least I didn't hit my head.

That night we all went to dinner with T's roomies and their kid. I finally got the prime rib I'd been craving for a month. We went to this nice little Irish pub (not with the kid) for a bit but everyone wanted to call it a night because we were exhausted.

I woke up Sunday feeling like shit. It's really a great way to travel. Can't breathe, can't sleep, just lovely, and I swear that everytime I go up there, I get sick. We got home and I went straight to bed with a nasty fever, which brings us to now - three days later and I finally feel a little better. The only reason I'm at work is because it's Bosslady/aunt's 10 year anniversary. I'm so outta here after lunch.

Do you think everyone's sick because it was like 75* on Sunday and then it's freakin snowy again today? Gotta love my Oklahoma.

no wonder i'm grumpy...

(explanation at the end...)
I continued my madness through the weekend. Poor, poor Toddles dealt with me so nicely.

Friday was my friend S's birthday. He was being a total prick the whole night because he thinks he can sometimes and it being his bday made it even worse. T and I went home early because we had a busy day planned for Saturday and we were not in the mood for S's crap.

I had to get up earlyish the next day for a baby shower for my friend Court. It was nice, not short enough, but nice for one of those shower things. Her MIL hooked her up! I've never seen so much pink in all my life! I looked super cute for the shower because this girl T used to date was there. Hot red dress and fun shoes and hair, plus the sizable engagement ring = delish! I told my future MIL that I would give up my future baby shower if I never have to go to another again. She didn't go for that too well. Baby showers suck sooooo bad.

T and I had a dinner date later that night. It was wonderful and romantic. We had some great Italian food and wine, and it was super cozy. After that we went to check on BFF and her pneumonia, stole her hubby for a bit for beer and football, and went out. I started feeling bad at some point in the night. Ciggies were killing me and I begged T to take me home. He really didn't want to but I finally managed to get him home.

I woke up Sunday and felt like someone had socked me in the chest. I couldn't breath and the first thought in my head is pneumonia since BFF has had it so bad. I toughed it out for awhile until the coughing became unbearable. I took a shower and the steam helped but I still ended up going to the doctor. $68 later I'm on an inhaler, crazy antibiotics, and I've got bronchitis and some pneumonia. Yay me. No wonder I've been totally weak and tired and bitchy. My wonderful fiance took care of me and got a ton of stuff done since I'm having a garage sale this weekend. I'm so lucky.

So, I'm actually working today. I would rather be in bed but there's really no point since I'd end up getting bored and would work on the crap for the garage sale. Thank goodness for cough drops, hot tea, and the inhaler. Bosslady doesn't even know I'm sick yet.

Anyway, that's my weekend. Stay tuned for more madness because the next two weeks are c-razy. I might've found a home for Pedro but more on that later. I'm ready for lunch.

yawn

It's dreary outside and I'm ready for my afternoon nap. Except it's not the weekend and nap time is over. I didn't do much this weekend besides get sick in two different ways. Major sucky way to spend a weekend. My honey didn't visit this weekend so that sucked too.

I spent Friday evening with my sis and beautiful nephew, who thinks I am sooo funny, but what does a 7 month-old know? After they left I met up with S&S, Ms. Ass, and some other peeps. I had four lime Cape Cods and a couple of shots. Not that much for me, right? Wrong. I went home after sitting there for a few hours and crashed out. I awoke at 8:30 the next morning with a pounding headache and a tummy ache that was awful. I get up and poop. Then I drink water and puke it up. Then I pooped again. Then I try to take some tylenol. And I puke. I repeated this process until I was completely empty and 4 lbs lighter. I finally got some toast down. I'm thinking at this point that the sister and child gave me a stomach bug, the one she was complaining about last week but I didn't have a fever.
By this time I was already late for the OU/TX watch party and cheeseburgers were the last thing on my mind. But I showered and gathered my composure and went to the party to hang out with my wonderful friends. We watched the game and ate and talked, it was great. But they wanted to go out. And they weren't taking "no" for an answer. Didn't they know I had a date with my couch to get caught up on movies? Didn't they know that the mere mention of any alcoholic substances would trigger vomiting? Silly friends... Not nice.

We went to a (gasp!) country bar and I didn't complain, much to Toddles' chagrin. Normally I protest with much gusto, but Saturday night, I was actually looking forward to a new crowd. I didn't have my darling dance partner so that meant a night on a hard barstool and flirty cowboys but I could manage. I cracked my first beer and it went down just fine. Got a second one. Almost ready to dance.
Holy frickin donkey balls! My kidneys started hurting and they started hurting bad. I acted cool, moved off the barstool and onto a seat with a back, in case it wasn't the kids. Nope. I tried to drink my $2.75 + tip domestic beer but I had to trash it and leave. Bummer dude, I wanted to learn the boot scootin' boogie. Headed straight to Walgreens for some Azo Standard and light cranberry juice. Put my jammies on and crashed out.

I woke up Sunday for football and they were still hurting. Today, I probably should have gone to the doctor but I just had some antibiotics called in by our office nurse.

I have to go home and get the casa ready for 12 women, I'm hosting bunco tomorrow night and haven't even gotten the gifts or eating utensils. I'd much rather wash a pain pill down with more cranberry juice and go to sleep. Not happenin' toots.

Oh, and screw Indy, I'm still mad at Peyton for beating us yesterday. The Colts and Pats need to go down.

Ugh...

You must love Oklahoma weather in the Spring when everything is turning colors, the flowers are blooming, and the trees are pollinating - making everyone and their dog sick and miserable. Actually, I don't know that it's allergies - it's the fact that it SNOWED on Friday and it'll be back up to 70 degrees by the weekend. My eyes are juicy, my head is heavy, and I cannot quit coughing.


I hate being sick.


Thanks for the echinachea Bananie... I think it's too late. I want some Nyquil and baked potato soup - any delivery offers?