Well well well - I'm back. Indeed, it has been several months since I last posted anything, and if i had a good reason, I'd explain. But really, I was spending my free time doing what i do best, napping. So, this blog will catch up the last couple months as well as get me back on the blogging train - choo choo. And hopefully several of you will stop nagging me to write - you know who you are!
I won't bore you with the holiday details - that seemed like years ago. We had a good time visiting my family and returned back to Houston safely. At the end of January was my first wedding shower. I know this will come as a shock, but i'm not what most would call 'domestic.' Therefore, the idea of having a shower with kitchen and house items seemed humorous to me. I promised to be on my best behavior though because Erin aka the wedding nazi and Becky put together such a nice event. Things were going well until the gifts began at which i opened the first item which was a monogrammed luggage tag which had a P on it and i was confused and said "What is the P for??" Clearly it hasn't sunk in yet that my new last name is soon to be Preczewski. Sigh. Trying not to go 0-2, i opened the next item which looked like an oddly shaped knife (also with a P on it) and before i could stop myself said, "What is this for?" My poor mother. Apparently I didnt get the memo that you needed a separate knife for items such as cheese spreads. The day could only go up from there! Luckily, the next few items were things i knew what to do with - coffee pot, toaster oven, etc - so i was back on my game. One of the best parts of the shower was that they had mini cheeseburgers for me and fancy chicken salad type sandwiches for all the normal folks. All in all, the wedding nazi and her mom did an excellent job and it was great seeing everyone.
While home for my shower I also attempted to shoehorn myself into my dress for my fitting. It was a close call, but all was well. I did have the help of my super duper stomach sucking underwear. I showed them to Ryan when they arrived in the mail and he was appalled. I'm certain those were not the undergarments he envisioned his bride to wear on his wedding night. Sadly for him, he's stuck with me - and my granny stomach sucking underwear- forever.
Speaking of forever, our wedding classes at the church seemed to be dragging on forever. We started the new year off with our required compatibility test. Of course at this point i think questioning our compatibility is a bit late given we have already put deposits down for the reception :) None the less, we completed the 156 question test after i needed to clarify several questions to Ryan. I'm pretty sure the priest thought we were cheating in the house of god. I thought we'd just get the results and be on our merry way. Sadly, not the case. We had 3 further sessions and went through each question with our new friend. He gave us several tips such as 'always communicate,' 'keep to a budget,' and a warning to Ryan that 'men's clubs can ruin a marriage.' Ahh love.
For now, the wedding planning seems to be going smoothly. My life on the other hand not so much. My printer at work is on the fritz for the last month or so. Since i dont like to be careless with the taxpayer dollars, i attempted to fix said printer myself. My printer is under my desk in a cubby - dumbest desk layout ever. So on my lunch i crawl under the desk and pull the printer out onto the floor to get a look at what is the malfunction. I pull out the toner cartridge and shake it - seemed like a good idea until a cloud of powdered black ink came flying out all over me. Of course at this time, my admin walks by and sees me now looking like a chimney sweep. The best she could offer was "at least you're wearing black pants." I spent the next 20 mins in the bathroom attempting to scrub all the ink off my face and arms.
A couple days after this fiasco, i was heading back to the office after letting the dogs out at lunch. As many people know, i'm what some would call a 'lead foot' or a 'multi-tasking driver.' I consider it a challenge to see if i can read my email, eat my breakfast and get to work at 80mph each day. Today, the law was about to take me down. I had just gotten onto the feeder road attempting to get onto the interstate and was lit up by a cop (on a motorcycle no less). Now, i deserved the ticket (for this and my many other driving infractions) so i didnt even bother to muster up an excuse if he asked if i knew why he pulled me over. I find this to be a ridiculous question to begin with because everyone knows what they are doing if they get pulled over. Although he did ask when the last time i had been pulled over was and I almost asked if it counted that i was pulled over several months ago as a suspect in a bank robbery, but thought there probably was some way he could arrest me for being a smart ass, so i refrained. He came back and i expected him to hand me the ticket and i'd be on my way. Not thrilled, but not the end of the world. To my surprise, he handed me a pen and a slip of paper and says, sign here that you'll appear in court. Come Again? I say to him, why would i go to court? He looks at me like a retard and says "ma'am because you were speeding." I clarify that i have never been pulled over in this great state of texas and what is he talking about - aren't i getting a ticket? Oh no he says...in Texas, you have 3 options.
1. Go to court and plead guilty, pay court costs and the ticket fee
2. Go to court and plead not guilty - fat chance of that going anywhere
3. Take a defensive driving class and pay the fee
These options did not appeal to me. It was like they were trying to deter people from breaking the law...geez. I asked deputy dog what happens if i dont sign the paper and he informed me that he'd have to arrest me. In my head -"Uhh, how you gonna do that on a motorcycle? " Outloud - "Alrighty then." So, this scenario is TBD in two weeks when i call the court to get the details on my options. I drove off having one more reason to hate texas - their ticketing system is outrageous! I prefer to return to NH where their motto is live free or die and they let you mail your fine back in the mail without all this talk of appearing in court.
So, hopefully this week will be less eventful than last week, but you never know. If nothing else, it will keep my fans, entertained on this blog! :)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Happy Holidays!
Well it's been a busy past month, therefore, the blogging was placed on the back burner. This will be short and sweet, but i will return to a normal schedule beginning next week.
Less than 6 months till the wedding...Ryan is so excited he can hardly contain himself with all the talk of flowers, centerpieces, church music and more. Several weeks ago we began our pre-marital classes. During our first session the deacon had to ask us several questions - separately. Ryan looked at me as though the deacon told him he was going to have to take the SATs. I went first with the questions and when he asked me if both parties were entering into the marriage freely and without duress, I thought Ryan might let the cat out of the bag and tell the deacon i threatened to cut him off if we didnt get married. Luckily, our answers were sufficient and we got the official "OK." Now, we get to take our compatibility test but I'm pretty sure there is no refund on our deposits if we turn out not to be compatible though...
Good news on the work out front, I finally purchased some tennis shoes so i no longer need to work out in my Uggs. The bad part is that my ass continues to get larger. Apparently, you actually have to USE the elliptical machine in order to lose weight. Go figure. Over Thanksgiving, i tried on my wedding dress for the first time - just as fabulous as I remembered, just a skosh tighter than i recalled :)
So, for the holidays Ryan and I headed home to Indianapolis. When we left Houston it was a lovely 75 degrees. When we landed, it was about 20 degrees. Me no likey. Upon our arrival to the airport parking, we were informed that the lot was full and only people with reservations could park there. Reservations? Really? At a parking lot? This was nonsense. But, the lovely attendant informed us, we could have our car valet parked for an economical $15/day. I told Ryan we should park our car across the street at the Taco Bell - even if they towed it, it'd be cheaper!
Hope everyone had a good holiday and has an enjoyable new years!
Less than 6 months till the wedding...Ryan is so excited he can hardly contain himself with all the talk of flowers, centerpieces, church music and more. Several weeks ago we began our pre-marital classes. During our first session the deacon had to ask us several questions - separately. Ryan looked at me as though the deacon told him he was going to have to take the SATs. I went first with the questions and when he asked me if both parties were entering into the marriage freely and without duress, I thought Ryan might let the cat out of the bag and tell the deacon i threatened to cut him off if we didnt get married. Luckily, our answers were sufficient and we got the official "OK." Now, we get to take our compatibility test but I'm pretty sure there is no refund on our deposits if we turn out not to be compatible though...
Good news on the work out front, I finally purchased some tennis shoes so i no longer need to work out in my Uggs. The bad part is that my ass continues to get larger. Apparently, you actually have to USE the elliptical machine in order to lose weight. Go figure. Over Thanksgiving, i tried on my wedding dress for the first time - just as fabulous as I remembered, just a skosh tighter than i recalled :)
So, for the holidays Ryan and I headed home to Indianapolis. When we left Houston it was a lovely 75 degrees. When we landed, it was about 20 degrees. Me no likey. Upon our arrival to the airport parking, we were informed that the lot was full and only people with reservations could park there. Reservations? Really? At a parking lot? This was nonsense. But, the lovely attendant informed us, we could have our car valet parked for an economical $15/day. I told Ryan we should park our car across the street at the Taco Bell - even if they towed it, it'd be cheaper!
Hope everyone had a good holiday and has an enjoyable new years!
Monday, November 16, 2009
7 Months!
Well it's 7 months until the big wedding day. Things have been busy the past few weeks and finally, no medical shenanigans to report in this blog!
Since we sent out our save the date's, i realized we probably needed to get our registries started. I had flashbacks to my trip to Crate and Barrel with the registry nazi, but i knew it needed to be done. So, I hijacked Ryan and convinced him it would be good for us to go to Bed Bath and Beyond one Monday night a couple weeks ago. When we arrived, I expected them to give us our scanner gun and set us loose. Oh no. The "wedding consultant" escorted us over to her office (aka bistro table with cheesy wedding decorations.). She clearly loved her job and could not wait to explain every element of wedding registries. After about 15 minutes, I thought Ryan was going to abort the mission before we even started. Luckily, the store got busy and she had to send us on our way.
We got off to a good start, adding some basic items we needed. And then, Ryan wandered off and added the following items to the list:
1. A wok - because he's "always wanted one"... too bad the closest we get to Chinese is teriyaki chicken and white rice
2. An electric martini shaker - my thought - if you're too lazy to shake your own damn martini, you shouldn't be drinking it.
3. A extra large bag of sour patch kids (candy) - this doesnt even need a comment because i promptly deleted it and smacked him in the head.
I attempted to return his focus to things he was interested in...and managed to get about 30 minutes of his attention before calling it a night. Overall, the trip was successful so we have just one more registry to finish the trifecta.
Last weekend, we took a break from wedding planning and work and went to visit our friends Scott and Sam and their daughter Brooke in Charlotte, NC. When traveling with Ryan, I am required to follow many rules that are down right absurd by my travel standards. Ryan is very nervous to fly so he insists on arriving at the airport 5 hours in advance of the flight. I begrudgingly agreed to arrive 2 hours in advance. I'm considering getting Ryan one of those senior citizen ID badge holders that old people wear around their necks with their tickets and ID's. We checked in and dropped off our suitcase which was embarrassing due to the gnawed handle from Austin a month back when he got bored and ate it (note to self, add luggage to registry). A whopping 20 minutes later we were through security and sitting at the gate. sweet, 1 hour and 40 minutes to do nothing. My plan of arriving late to the airport works out much better - no wait and I get my exercise in as i run through the terminal like a mad man.
While in Charlotte we went to the mall to get sunglasses for Ryan and I took the opportunity to corral him into the jewelry store and look at wedding bands. Surprisingly, we found two that we both agreed on in relatively short order. I don't understand why all things wedding for men are cheap (tuxes, flowers, rings) while women have to spend ten times as much. Nonsense. We went to check out and our sales lady went on to the next customer. The woman running the register came over to go over our order. She looked at me and started explaining the insurance for the wedding band. In true form, I was making a mockery of the situation and said "oh, the wedding band isnt for me, i'm just his girlfriend." She looked horrified, so i quickly ended my joke and said "just kidding!" She just looked at me and said "your business is your business." Ryan told me to go away. haha, note to self, love is a serious thing and one should not make jokes in the jewelry store.
Sigh...on a positive closing note, my plans for my bachelorette party are coming along well....we will be partying up in Vegas - responsibly of course. Ryan and his best man Scott remain undecided and of course in true male fashion, will likely wait until the last minute to plan anything. Additionally, Ryan and I have decided to celebrate our everlasting love by spending our honeymoon on an Alaskan Cruise. Non-traditional, but as most people know, Ryan claims to be allergic to the sun and I really do not like sand....together we're a hot mess. So Alaskan Cruise it is....now i just have to stock up on Dramamine so i don't spend the whole trip puking. More importantly, should the wedding weight loss plan not produce desired results, attire for Alaska will be much more acceptable than attire for the Caribbean.
Since we sent out our save the date's, i realized we probably needed to get our registries started. I had flashbacks to my trip to Crate and Barrel with the registry nazi, but i knew it needed to be done. So, I hijacked Ryan and convinced him it would be good for us to go to Bed Bath and Beyond one Monday night a couple weeks ago. When we arrived, I expected them to give us our scanner gun and set us loose. Oh no. The "wedding consultant" escorted us over to her office (aka bistro table with cheesy wedding decorations.). She clearly loved her job and could not wait to explain every element of wedding registries. After about 15 minutes, I thought Ryan was going to abort the mission before we even started. Luckily, the store got busy and she had to send us on our way.
We got off to a good start, adding some basic items we needed. And then, Ryan wandered off and added the following items to the list:
1. A wok - because he's "always wanted one"... too bad the closest we get to Chinese is teriyaki chicken and white rice
2. An electric martini shaker - my thought - if you're too lazy to shake your own damn martini, you shouldn't be drinking it.
3. A extra large bag of sour patch kids (candy) - this doesnt even need a comment because i promptly deleted it and smacked him in the head.
I attempted to return his focus to things he was interested in...and managed to get about 30 minutes of his attention before calling it a night. Overall, the trip was successful so we have just one more registry to finish the trifecta.
Last weekend, we took a break from wedding planning and work and went to visit our friends Scott and Sam and their daughter Brooke in Charlotte, NC. When traveling with Ryan, I am required to follow many rules that are down right absurd by my travel standards. Ryan is very nervous to fly so he insists on arriving at the airport 5 hours in advance of the flight. I begrudgingly agreed to arrive 2 hours in advance. I'm considering getting Ryan one of those senior citizen ID badge holders that old people wear around their necks with their tickets and ID's. We checked in and dropped off our suitcase which was embarrassing due to the gnawed handle from Austin a month back when he got bored and ate it (note to self, add luggage to registry). A whopping 20 minutes later we were through security and sitting at the gate. sweet, 1 hour and 40 minutes to do nothing. My plan of arriving late to the airport works out much better - no wait and I get my exercise in as i run through the terminal like a mad man.
While in Charlotte we went to the mall to get sunglasses for Ryan and I took the opportunity to corral him into the jewelry store and look at wedding bands. Surprisingly, we found two that we both agreed on in relatively short order. I don't understand why all things wedding for men are cheap (tuxes, flowers, rings) while women have to spend ten times as much. Nonsense. We went to check out and our sales lady went on to the next customer. The woman running the register came over to go over our order. She looked at me and started explaining the insurance for the wedding band. In true form, I was making a mockery of the situation and said "oh, the wedding band isnt for me, i'm just his girlfriend." She looked horrified, so i quickly ended my joke and said "just kidding!" She just looked at me and said "your business is your business." Ryan told me to go away. haha, note to self, love is a serious thing and one should not make jokes in the jewelry store.
Sigh...on a positive closing note, my plans for my bachelorette party are coming along well....we will be partying up in Vegas - responsibly of course. Ryan and his best man Scott remain undecided and of course in true male fashion, will likely wait until the last minute to plan anything. Additionally, Ryan and I have decided to celebrate our everlasting love by spending our honeymoon on an Alaskan Cruise. Non-traditional, but as most people know, Ryan claims to be allergic to the sun and I really do not like sand....together we're a hot mess. So Alaskan Cruise it is....now i just have to stock up on Dramamine so i don't spend the whole trip puking. More importantly, should the wedding weight loss plan not produce desired results, attire for Alaska will be much more acceptable than attire for the Caribbean.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Hostile Blog
I can't believe its already the end of October. And with the end of October brings my least favorite holiday...Halloween. Yup, i said it. I hate halloween. I dont think I hated it growing up. Although i must admit, costumes were never quite as cool covered up with big jackets and scarfs. Down here in Houston, its still 80 degrees so kids can pick whatever costume they want and not have to winterize it. I remember being a Hula girl one year and wearing a turtleneck and jeans under the costume. I cant be positive, but I'm pretty sure they don't even sell turtlenecks in Hawaii. When we lived in an apartment, i had a good reason not to participate in Halloween...usually no one went around to the apartments asking for candy. However, last year, when we moved to Houston, Ryan was overjoyed by the prospect of giving out candy. I was less than thrilled at having to listen to kids shrieking at the door all night for candy. As most people know, i'm not a fan of children 99% of the time. I want to have kids (not any time soon of course), and I think my friends kids are super cute and adorable. I just like being able to walk away from them when i've had my fill. I'm pretty sure this stems from me being so obnoxious as a child. The dogs are good training wheels for me at this point in life. And so, we stocked up on candy again this year to hand out to the same kids that play in the middle of the street when i'm trying to drive down the road...yup, i remember doing that too. To add to the joy, the dogs bark at anyone walking by the house, so i can't wait to listen to them bark all night when people are actually ringing the doorbell! Sigh.
In the past few weeks, a couple mildly amusing events have occurred. In the world of medical updates, to make a long story short, I was having pain in my chest for several days and was told by my nurse on retainer (Erin) that i should go to the ER and get checked out. Ryan was thrilled at the prospect of getting to spend another night in the ER! So, off we go. Of course, with everyone in Houston thinking they have swine flu, i was prepared for hours of wait time. However, I forgot that when you say chest pain, they roll out the red carpet and usher you right in. Of course they have to stick about 10 monitor leads on me which required me to take my shirt off in the triage room. Great. The door to the waiting room only opened about 59 times. Note to self....increase work out routine, you still look like a fatty! After answering a million questions, the nurse proceeds to put three wrist bands on me. One with my allergies to meds, one with my basic info and one that said "Limb Alert." I wasn't clear if that was alerting them to the fact that i have all my limbs....but after making that joke, she clarified for me that it means i have an issue with one of my limbs, in my case, the blood clot. She didnt seem to appreciate my humor. That is until ryan pipes up and asks if she can give me "The purple wrist band." She cracks up at this. I'm confused. I say, what is the purple for? She smiles and says "It means Do Not Resuscitate." How amusing for them. At this point, the nurse came in to start my IV. I'm pretty sure this is the first thing you learn when you go to nursing school. Now, I dont know how to do it, but i do know that when you start the IV, you make sure that the line is cinched off. This lady puts the IV in and as soon as she does it, blood comes spurting out the end like a fountain. I am laughing and she is getting mad because its making it come out faster. Ryan is as white as a sheet...thats what he gets for his DNR joke. So now there is blood all over the chair, my pants, and my shirt that was in my lap. They decide to take me to a room...things are off to a super start. Thankfully, nothing serious was wrong. They discharged me with non-specific chest pain....which really means they just didnt know what was wrong with me. Most people dont.
The next night Ryan tells me my laptop is broken. This of course pisses me off and I'm certain he's wrong. I plug it in, no power seems to be getting to it. This is likely because of the three sections of electrical tape that is holding the wires together after Austin chewed it on several occasions. I take the battery out, put it back in, press the power button about a hundred times. Still nothing. I reach over to unplug the cable from the wall and get electrocuted! No joke. None of this static electricity shock, the damn thing jolts my arm and i can't release my grip. Of course I scream, causing the dogs to come racing in and Ryan is laughing at me. It was time to call it a night and go to bed.
This past weekend, i was looking forward to doing what i do best...being lazy. I had just woken up from a lovely morning nap when i opened my eyes and see a Chihuahua in my living room. WTF?!? I get up and watch the rat dog scamper outside and see another unfamiliar dog outside. They both go running over to the fence and sneak under a hole that they had escaped through. For those who aren't aware, our neighbors have about 5 dogs that literally bark all day and most of the night. I walk over to their house, intending to be a good neighbor and say "hey, your lovely dogs dug under the fence." No one answered. So left a polite note saying they needed to fix the fence. This was about 11am. I see them several times throughout the day, no response to my note, nor do they fix the fence. Two more times that day their annoying dogs were in our backyard antagonizing Austin. The next day, same thing. Finally, two days later, they put up another piece of wood to block the hole. Pretty ghetto. Hopefully Austin gets hungry and just eats the little rat next time he scampers over.
Well, thats what I've been up to the past couple weeks. Ryan has been sick since yesterday. He's not sick often, but when he is, he's a big baby. Being the good fiance, I offer to go to CVS to get him cold medicine. Now, I get that certain medicines these days require you to sign your life away back in the pharmacy so you dont make meth out of it or whatever other crazy things kids do with it. Though i must note, i can barely tolerate taking the recommended dose, much less drinking a whole bottle of that crap. In any case, I get the standard NyQuil and take it up to the register along with a couple other misc items. The lady looks at me, looks at the Nyquil and says she needs to see my ID. I'm like, "come again?" She says, "Ma'am I have to check your ID because you have to be 18 to buy any cold medicine." HA HA, are you kidding me? I get that i look young for my age, but under 18?? Really? On a Sunday night in my sweats and no make up? I hand her my ID and she reads it over and hands it back to me with a smile, "Thanks!" I'm hoping he makes a quick recovery otherwise he can go and get his own quasi illegal medicine.
And in wedding related news...we sent out the save the dates today. If you dont get one, it probably means we dont like you. Kidding....mostly. :)
In the past few weeks, a couple mildly amusing events have occurred. In the world of medical updates, to make a long story short, I was having pain in my chest for several days and was told by my nurse on retainer (Erin) that i should go to the ER and get checked out. Ryan was thrilled at the prospect of getting to spend another night in the ER! So, off we go. Of course, with everyone in Houston thinking they have swine flu, i was prepared for hours of wait time. However, I forgot that when you say chest pain, they roll out the red carpet and usher you right in. Of course they have to stick about 10 monitor leads on me which required me to take my shirt off in the triage room. Great. The door to the waiting room only opened about 59 times. Note to self....increase work out routine, you still look like a fatty! After answering a million questions, the nurse proceeds to put three wrist bands on me. One with my allergies to meds, one with my basic info and one that said "Limb Alert." I wasn't clear if that was alerting them to the fact that i have all my limbs....but after making that joke, she clarified for me that it means i have an issue with one of my limbs, in my case, the blood clot. She didnt seem to appreciate my humor. That is until ryan pipes up and asks if she can give me "The purple wrist band." She cracks up at this. I'm confused. I say, what is the purple for? She smiles and says "It means Do Not Resuscitate." How amusing for them. At this point, the nurse came in to start my IV. I'm pretty sure this is the first thing you learn when you go to nursing school. Now, I dont know how to do it, but i do know that when you start the IV, you make sure that the line is cinched off. This lady puts the IV in and as soon as she does it, blood comes spurting out the end like a fountain. I am laughing and she is getting mad because its making it come out faster. Ryan is as white as a sheet...thats what he gets for his DNR joke. So now there is blood all over the chair, my pants, and my shirt that was in my lap. They decide to take me to a room...things are off to a super start. Thankfully, nothing serious was wrong. They discharged me with non-specific chest pain....which really means they just didnt know what was wrong with me. Most people dont.
The next night Ryan tells me my laptop is broken. This of course pisses me off and I'm certain he's wrong. I plug it in, no power seems to be getting to it. This is likely because of the three sections of electrical tape that is holding the wires together after Austin chewed it on several occasions. I take the battery out, put it back in, press the power button about a hundred times. Still nothing. I reach over to unplug the cable from the wall and get electrocuted! No joke. None of this static electricity shock, the damn thing jolts my arm and i can't release my grip. Of course I scream, causing the dogs to come racing in and Ryan is laughing at me. It was time to call it a night and go to bed.
This past weekend, i was looking forward to doing what i do best...being lazy. I had just woken up from a lovely morning nap when i opened my eyes and see a Chihuahua in my living room. WTF?!? I get up and watch the rat dog scamper outside and see another unfamiliar dog outside. They both go running over to the fence and sneak under a hole that they had escaped through. For those who aren't aware, our neighbors have about 5 dogs that literally bark all day and most of the night. I walk over to their house, intending to be a good neighbor and say "hey, your lovely dogs dug under the fence." No one answered. So left a polite note saying they needed to fix the fence. This was about 11am. I see them several times throughout the day, no response to my note, nor do they fix the fence. Two more times that day their annoying dogs were in our backyard antagonizing Austin. The next day, same thing. Finally, two days later, they put up another piece of wood to block the hole. Pretty ghetto. Hopefully Austin gets hungry and just eats the little rat next time he scampers over.
Well, thats what I've been up to the past couple weeks. Ryan has been sick since yesterday. He's not sick often, but when he is, he's a big baby. Being the good fiance, I offer to go to CVS to get him cold medicine. Now, I get that certain medicines these days require you to sign your life away back in the pharmacy so you dont make meth out of it or whatever other crazy things kids do with it. Though i must note, i can barely tolerate taking the recommended dose, much less drinking a whole bottle of that crap. In any case, I get the standard NyQuil and take it up to the register along with a couple other misc items. The lady looks at me, looks at the Nyquil and says she needs to see my ID. I'm like, "come again?" She says, "Ma'am I have to check your ID because you have to be 18 to buy any cold medicine." HA HA, are you kidding me? I get that i look young for my age, but under 18?? Really? On a Sunday night in my sweats and no make up? I hand her my ID and she reads it over and hands it back to me with a smile, "Thanks!" I'm hoping he makes a quick recovery otherwise he can go and get his own quasi illegal medicine.
And in wedding related news...we sent out the save the dates today. If you dont get one, it probably means we dont like you. Kidding....mostly. :)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Clarification
It has been brought to my attention that I perhaps was a bit too presumptuous by indicating I had won the Groves football pool. This is incorrect as the game tomorrow could bump me back to second place. My apologies to my dearest Uncle Tom.
To add to this clarification, i thought I'd also include one last ridiculous event that happened last monday in the on-going saga of my blood clot. With still no resolution for my blood clot, I had one last test to have done, a CT Angiogram. I arrived expecting an hour wait as usual, but was surprised to be called back after just 15 minutes. All went well as she explained the procedure, put the iodine in my arm (which makes you feel like you're peeing your pants for those who have never had it!) and in 10 minutes, I was done. I departed for work and forgot all about the test. About an hour later, as I was sitting in my office, my neck and head started to itch. I didnt think much about it until it got to the point where my whole neck and back also started to itch. My boss walked in at that moment and looked at me and said..."uhh, what's going on with your face?" I pulled out my mirror and realized I had hives all over my face. LOVELY. Ahh yes, I remembered the conversation earlier that morning when the CT Tech noticed I was allergic to Shellfish and noted that "sometimes people who have shellfish allergies will have a reaction to the iodine." Isn't that my luck. I proceeded to beg my coworker for benedryl and contact my dial-a-nurse (also known as registry nazi) to see how long these hives would be on my face given I had was set to see all my HR co-workers from around the globe in 24 hours. Upon my return home, Ryan laughed at me and told me if we survived by natural selection, i'd be out of luck. Sigh. Tuesday morning most the hives were gone and the ones that weren't were covered up by makeup so I arrived to the conference looking fabulous as usual ;)
To add to this clarification, i thought I'd also include one last ridiculous event that happened last monday in the on-going saga of my blood clot. With still no resolution for my blood clot, I had one last test to have done, a CT Angiogram. I arrived expecting an hour wait as usual, but was surprised to be called back after just 15 minutes. All went well as she explained the procedure, put the iodine in my arm (which makes you feel like you're peeing your pants for those who have never had it!) and in 10 minutes, I was done. I departed for work and forgot all about the test. About an hour later, as I was sitting in my office, my neck and head started to itch. I didnt think much about it until it got to the point where my whole neck and back also started to itch. My boss walked in at that moment and looked at me and said..."uhh, what's going on with your face?" I pulled out my mirror and realized I had hives all over my face. LOVELY. Ahh yes, I remembered the conversation earlier that morning when the CT Tech noticed I was allergic to Shellfish and noted that "sometimes people who have shellfish allergies will have a reaction to the iodine." Isn't that my luck. I proceeded to beg my coworker for benedryl and contact my dial-a-nurse (also known as registry nazi) to see how long these hives would be on my face given I had was set to see all my HR co-workers from around the globe in 24 hours. Upon my return home, Ryan laughed at me and told me if we survived by natural selection, i'd be out of luck. Sigh. Tuesday morning most the hives were gone and the ones that weren't were covered up by makeup so I arrived to the conference looking fabulous as usual ;)
Two weeks of Shenanigans
It's been a lengthy two weeks so i shall share the highlights by categories for your amusement, yet somehow, none of the events in this post have anything to do with my wedding (8 months away as of today!). It's been a good lazy Sunday...full of excellent sports. Plus, as an added bonus, Colts are the SNF game so i get to watch them down here in Texas...yahoo! In news of the Groves Football Pool, I won the week, and bragging rights until next week...although my cousin came close to snatching victory from me.
On the workout front - the elliptical was fixed and I was back on the path to a svelte wedding body. Still no tennis shoes, so yes, the workout continued with my Uggs. Things were going well until last Saturday. I was sneaking a workout in before Ryan and I were headed out for the night. Things were going fine until I got done, felt sick to my stomach and proceeded to puke in the kitchen sink. While I'd like to believe i was sick due to an extremely vigorous workout, the cause was more likely the 2 ding dongs i had snarfed down just minuted before my workout. Indeed, i needed to buckle down with my discipline.
On the dog eating me out of house and home front - Austin continues to eat everything he can find. I should just throw money on the ground and let him eat that...it would save me having to clean up after him. Last week he ate both the window sills off the entry way windows. Yesterday he managed to get one of my few remaining flip flops off the bathroom sink and woke me up by dropping the remains on my face. And finally, on Thursday, after i returned home from a work trip, i made the foolish mistake of leaving my suitcase on the floor and woke to him having eaten the leather off the handle. Note to self, add luggage to the wedding registry. For those not aware, Austin is the dog that I acquired shortly after moving to Texas. I was lucky enough to be inducted into Texas culture by attending a livestock auction for work. Yes, that is right folks. During the auction, i was provided free beer all day and on the way out, a woman selling puppies for $5 caught me in a weak (drunk) moment and I snatched up the cute little puppy. I suggested to Ryan that we name him Miller Lite since that was how we came to adopt him. Somehow, Ryan didnt see the humor in that and we settled on Austin.
In travel news - Most of you who know me, know that I have the worst luck when traveling. However, I had been on a run of good luck until Thursday. After being in Annapolis all week for work, my co-workers and I had a late flight back into Houston on Thursday night. We were scheduled to arrive at 9:45. I was hoping to get home and be in bed by 11. We boarded the flight on time, landed on time...I was a happy camper. I told co-worker Chris to go ahead and go home and I would ride back to the office with our new co-worker Lori to get my car. We proceeded to the luggage claim, grabbed our bags and I thought we were off. I asked Lori where her car was located and she confidently replied, C2 garage. Great, we started walking. As we walked into the garage, she gave me a funny look and said "This doesnt look right." Lori has just moved to Houston (big mistake there) so hasn't flown out of the airport before. I said, no worries, there are three C garages, perhaps its one of the others. So, back to the other garages we go. Each garage was the same reaction..."This doesnt look right." After an hour of walking around, in the 85 degree heat and humidity of 100%, we decided to call the parking security office. I explain the situation and the lady says, no problem, we inventory the cars each night. I'm thinking, that job has to suck. She tells me that all she needs is the license plate number and they can locate it. Relieved, I tell Lori, and she says she has no clue what her plates are. We are both about to cry at this point. So, our only option left is to have parking security officer deputy dog drive us around every garage - oh by the way, there are 7 garages, each having 6 floors. At this point, it is midnight and I am ready to call it a day, but dont want to be rude. Lori tells me to take a cab and go home. I feel bad, but do not look a gift horse in the mouth. Deputy dog drives me over to the taxi stand and I hop in. I tell the guy where I'm going and he attempts to put the address in the GPS while driving. I tell him, buddy, no need for GPS i know where i'm going, but he ignores me and continues to fumble with GPS, mumbling under his breath. Finally he gives up and says sorry "I just woke up a bit ago for my shift." I"m like, SUPER...perhaps he can fall asleep while driving like a previous cab ride i had a couple years ago! Things were mostly non-eventful until we got about 10 minutes away from my office and the cabbie almost merged into a motorcycle rider. The motorcycle rider had been next to us for almost 5 minutes, but clearly my sleepy cabbie had not been paying attention. I yell and he swerves back left and then starts yelling about how the guy came out of nowhere. Uhhh, if by no where you mean in your blindspot! Finally, at 1:15am, I arrive at my car, pay the crazy cabbie and head home...this is why my mother doesn't like me taking cab rides. Of course, upon arrival, my ferocious guard dogs start barking and wake Ryan up. So much for being quiet. I drop my suitcase (see previous post about dog eating handle off), take out my contacts and crawl into bed at 2am. The alarm at 6am was brutal.
On the workout front - the elliptical was fixed and I was back on the path to a svelte wedding body. Still no tennis shoes, so yes, the workout continued with my Uggs. Things were going well until last Saturday. I was sneaking a workout in before Ryan and I were headed out for the night. Things were going fine until I got done, felt sick to my stomach and proceeded to puke in the kitchen sink. While I'd like to believe i was sick due to an extremely vigorous workout, the cause was more likely the 2 ding dongs i had snarfed down just minuted before my workout. Indeed, i needed to buckle down with my discipline.
On the dog eating me out of house and home front - Austin continues to eat everything he can find. I should just throw money on the ground and let him eat that...it would save me having to clean up after him. Last week he ate both the window sills off the entry way windows. Yesterday he managed to get one of my few remaining flip flops off the bathroom sink and woke me up by dropping the remains on my face. And finally, on Thursday, after i returned home from a work trip, i made the foolish mistake of leaving my suitcase on the floor and woke to him having eaten the leather off the handle. Note to self, add luggage to the wedding registry. For those not aware, Austin is the dog that I acquired shortly after moving to Texas. I was lucky enough to be inducted into Texas culture by attending a livestock auction for work. Yes, that is right folks. During the auction, i was provided free beer all day and on the way out, a woman selling puppies for $5 caught me in a weak (drunk) moment and I snatched up the cute little puppy. I suggested to Ryan that we name him Miller Lite since that was how we came to adopt him. Somehow, Ryan didnt see the humor in that and we settled on Austin.
In travel news - Most of you who know me, know that I have the worst luck when traveling. However, I had been on a run of good luck until Thursday. After being in Annapolis all week for work, my co-workers and I had a late flight back into Houston on Thursday night. We were scheduled to arrive at 9:45. I was hoping to get home and be in bed by 11. We boarded the flight on time, landed on time...I was a happy camper. I told co-worker Chris to go ahead and go home and I would ride back to the office with our new co-worker Lori to get my car. We proceeded to the luggage claim, grabbed our bags and I thought we were off. I asked Lori where her car was located and she confidently replied, C2 garage. Great, we started walking. As we walked into the garage, she gave me a funny look and said "This doesnt look right." Lori has just moved to Houston (big mistake there) so hasn't flown out of the airport before. I said, no worries, there are three C garages, perhaps its one of the others. So, back to the other garages we go. Each garage was the same reaction..."This doesnt look right." After an hour of walking around, in the 85 degree heat and humidity of 100%, we decided to call the parking security office. I explain the situation and the lady says, no problem, we inventory the cars each night. I'm thinking, that job has to suck. She tells me that all she needs is the license plate number and they can locate it. Relieved, I tell Lori, and she says she has no clue what her plates are. We are both about to cry at this point. So, our only option left is to have parking security officer deputy dog drive us around every garage - oh by the way, there are 7 garages, each having 6 floors. At this point, it is midnight and I am ready to call it a day, but dont want to be rude. Lori tells me to take a cab and go home. I feel bad, but do not look a gift horse in the mouth. Deputy dog drives me over to the taxi stand and I hop in. I tell the guy where I'm going and he attempts to put the address in the GPS while driving. I tell him, buddy, no need for GPS i know where i'm going, but he ignores me and continues to fumble with GPS, mumbling under his breath. Finally he gives up and says sorry "I just woke up a bit ago for my shift." I"m like, SUPER...perhaps he can fall asleep while driving like a previous cab ride i had a couple years ago! Things were mostly non-eventful until we got about 10 minutes away from my office and the cabbie almost merged into a motorcycle rider. The motorcycle rider had been next to us for almost 5 minutes, but clearly my sleepy cabbie had not been paying attention. I yell and he swerves back left and then starts yelling about how the guy came out of nowhere. Uhhh, if by no where you mean in your blindspot! Finally, at 1:15am, I arrive at my car, pay the crazy cabbie and head home...this is why my mother doesn't like me taking cab rides. Of course, upon arrival, my ferocious guard dogs start barking and wake Ryan up. So much for being quiet. I drop my suitcase (see previous post about dog eating handle off), take out my contacts and crawl into bed at 2am. The alarm at 6am was brutal.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
A week in review
Blogging has proven to be difficult during the week, mostly because I'm lazy. However, this week had some interesting events, both wedding and non-wedding related.
For those who have been following my blog, you were aware that I was starting to work out for essentially the first time in my life when my elliptical machine broke. Tuesday was the day for this to be fixed. I raced home to meet the technician at 5pm. I opened the door and was nearly knocked over by the smell of dog shit. Oh yes, Austin picked today of all days to have a "loose stool" in his crate (this is the first time he has done this in a year). Now, we have a dog walker who comes at lunch since they can't last 12 hours in their crates, but she had left her standard note saying she was there so clearly this crime had recently occurred. I had just begun to clean up the mess when the doorbell rang. Great, I could barely stand to be in the house and i love these dogs, let alone a guy making minimal money coming to install a belt on my elliptical machine. I sprayed febreeze everywhere, worst trick in the book, and opened the door. I explained i had just gotten home and the dog had gotten sick in his crate and sorry about the smell. I'm pretty sure he did the repair in record time. None the less, the elliptical is fixed and 'Operation Wedding Dress' is back in action.
In wedding related news, we got our save the date magnets. Ryan was pleased with his work of picking them out. They will be coming soon to a mailbox near you due to the fact that 70% of the people invited are going to have to travel to the event. I never thought of Indianapolis as a destination wedding locale....
Speaking of destination locations, i went to the travel agency yesterday to get some honeymoon information. Due to the Internet, I dont see the value in travel agencies these days unless they can give you discounts. So i walked in with high hopes. These hopes came crashing down when I walked in and no one was there, hmmm. I stood there for an awkward second and then around the corner came an older man who wasn't a day younger than 80 and asked if he could help me. I thought, 'sir, you clearly haven't traveled in the post-WWII era, how can you help me.' I told him i was looking for information on a honeymoon and he said his daughter owned the place and could help me (thank god!). She was helpful....though just quoted me prices off the Internet. I was about to go when i asked her if there were any locations i hadn't named that she thought Ryan and I might like. She suggested an Alaskan cruise. My initial reaction was 'yeah whatever' but when i got home I actually looked through the brochure and thought this was exactly what Ryan and I would like. Neither of us are 'lay on the beach people.' Ryan tells everyone he is allergic to the sun and I hate the feeling of sand - yes, we are two freaks who belong together. Alaskan Cruise for 7 days plus 4 days touring the land seemed ideal. The catch, as many can guess, will be the price. Just as Hawaii was over the $5k budget Ryan imposed, so is the cruise. So I will be pondering over the next couple weeks how to afford this trip....suggestions welcome.
And finally, I have been trying to save money for the aforementioned honeymoon and as such, a couple months ago, decided to stop getting my hair done every month for $200 a pop. It's not cheap to look this good. So, i decided to forgo this expense and get just a hair cut every 2 months like the commoners and just touch up my highlights. Last month at CVS i found a light brown hair dye that I thought matched my hair color, but when it dried, didn't really do much but tint my hair a reddish color...clearly I was wrong. This time, i was convinced I had found a color that would work better. After going through the process though, I'm pretty sure i picked the same color and just added more ugly reddish tint to my hair. Luckily, I work with a bunch of men who will make it very clear what they think of my hair tomorrow. It's fine.
For those who have been following my blog, you were aware that I was starting to work out for essentially the first time in my life when my elliptical machine broke. Tuesday was the day for this to be fixed. I raced home to meet the technician at 5pm. I opened the door and was nearly knocked over by the smell of dog shit. Oh yes, Austin picked today of all days to have a "loose stool" in his crate (this is the first time he has done this in a year). Now, we have a dog walker who comes at lunch since they can't last 12 hours in their crates, but she had left her standard note saying she was there so clearly this crime had recently occurred. I had just begun to clean up the mess when the doorbell rang. Great, I could barely stand to be in the house and i love these dogs, let alone a guy making minimal money coming to install a belt on my elliptical machine. I sprayed febreeze everywhere, worst trick in the book, and opened the door. I explained i had just gotten home and the dog had gotten sick in his crate and sorry about the smell. I'm pretty sure he did the repair in record time. None the less, the elliptical is fixed and 'Operation Wedding Dress' is back in action.
In wedding related news, we got our save the date magnets. Ryan was pleased with his work of picking them out. They will be coming soon to a mailbox near you due to the fact that 70% of the people invited are going to have to travel to the event. I never thought of Indianapolis as a destination wedding locale....
Speaking of destination locations, i went to the travel agency yesterday to get some honeymoon information. Due to the Internet, I dont see the value in travel agencies these days unless they can give you discounts. So i walked in with high hopes. These hopes came crashing down when I walked in and no one was there, hmmm. I stood there for an awkward second and then around the corner came an older man who wasn't a day younger than 80 and asked if he could help me. I thought, 'sir, you clearly haven't traveled in the post-WWII era, how can you help me.' I told him i was looking for information on a honeymoon and he said his daughter owned the place and could help me (thank god!). She was helpful....though just quoted me prices off the Internet. I was about to go when i asked her if there were any locations i hadn't named that she thought Ryan and I might like. She suggested an Alaskan cruise. My initial reaction was 'yeah whatever' but when i got home I actually looked through the brochure and thought this was exactly what Ryan and I would like. Neither of us are 'lay on the beach people.' Ryan tells everyone he is allergic to the sun and I hate the feeling of sand - yes, we are two freaks who belong together. Alaskan Cruise for 7 days plus 4 days touring the land seemed ideal. The catch, as many can guess, will be the price. Just as Hawaii was over the $5k budget Ryan imposed, so is the cruise. So I will be pondering over the next couple weeks how to afford this trip....suggestions welcome.
And finally, I have been trying to save money for the aforementioned honeymoon and as such, a couple months ago, decided to stop getting my hair done every month for $200 a pop. It's not cheap to look this good. So, i decided to forgo this expense and get just a hair cut every 2 months like the commoners and just touch up my highlights. Last month at CVS i found a light brown hair dye that I thought matched my hair color, but when it dried, didn't really do much but tint my hair a reddish color...clearly I was wrong. This time, i was convinced I had found a color that would work better. After going through the process though, I'm pretty sure i picked the same color and just added more ugly reddish tint to my hair. Luckily, I work with a bunch of men who will make it very clear what they think of my hair tomorrow. It's fine.
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