Ramblings

Below are some thoughts that have gone through my head lately...

1. My reunion is exactly two months away and it is going to be one gigantic weekend of small talk. HOW am I supposed to handle this? I am horrid at small talk. Is it weird to talk about the weather with classmates you haven't seen in 10 years?

2. My birthday is next month and the thought of turning 28 makes me die a little inside. 27 has been pretty fantastic and it's one of those numbers that kind of counts as mid-twenties if you don't think about it too much. But 28? 28 is definitely late twenties. No other way to look at it. Blast.

3. After my surgery I was told I had to wear a sports bra day/night for nine days straight. I went through the 12-step program of hating it, dealing with it, accepting it, and now... now, my friends, I love it. Can't get enough. I found some at Target that don't make me feel like I'm on a sports team and I adore them. Hmmm....

4. I received a promotion at work and have a very cool new job that absolutely terrifies me. I wish I could fast forward a year to a time when I'd feel completely confident, but that'd make me almost 29. Hells no.

5. I love my husband! We celebrated our five-year dating anniversary last week! And by celebrate I mean we gave each other a high-five and that's about it. :)

That's it for now. Oh, if you were in my graduating class, please come to the reunion. I promise I'll talk about things besides the weather (like politics and religion)!

The Hangover: Part Deux

I'd like to tell you a story that involves one bachelorette, four bridesmaids, one friend of the bride, and copious amounts of alcohol. I've had reservations about writing this post because a) I will not do the weekend justice and b) I'm afraid you might look at me differently after I hit "publish." But alas, great weekends are meant to be shared. So here we go.

Sidenote for my dad: We took cabs everywhere.

One of my bff's from college is getting married next month so we decided to live it up in Dallas to celebrate her last few weeks as a single lady. There were six of us total, which ended up being the perfect number (I'm afraid if there were any more we'd all be wearing orange jumpsuits). Everyone arrived on Friday and we had a nice, relaxing evening at a local restaurant, followed by the Haynes' abode. Saturday we woke up and went to a restaurant downtown where I've never been judged so much in my life. Keep in mind it is around NOON on a SATURDAY. We walked into the restaurant and there were more sports coats in that room than Easter Sunday. The girls, meanwhile, were in full makeup, 4-inch heels, and scowls to match. I couldn't decide if I was impressed or disgusted. After lunch we split up so Summer and I could pick up the fantabulous cupcakes and check into the Stoneleigh hotel (awesome hotel, even if the bell-hop hung out with us for 20 minutes and then yelled, "Welcome to the Stoner hotel!" as he departed). We met the girls at a shopping area and proceeded to discuss the upcoming evening.

We didn't scratch the surface.

We headed back to the hotel where we gave Emily a quaint but nice lingerie shower and got ready for our big evening out. It was raining by this point so we all grabbed our umbrellas and took a cab to Kenichi, an amazing sushi restaurant in uptown Dallas. Had our fill of sushi & cocktails and decided we needed a pick-me-up (we are old ladies afterall) so we ordered bailey's and coffee. $12 baileys and coffee. That? Was ridiculous.

And off we went. The rain was still pretty bad so we walked into the first place we saw, which just so happened to be Ghostbar--pretty cool bar on the 33rd floor. It was a strange crowd but we got our drinks and started dancing.

Fact: I love to dance.

Fact: I cannot dance.

Fact: When I've had a few sips of the good stuff, I dance. A lot. I don't want to talk about feelings, I don't want to get into fights, I just wanna dance.

After a bit we decided it was time to move on so we danced ourselves out of there and to a place called Deux. By this point you're thinking this is not the best night ever but just you wait.

We complimented the shoes of the girl in front of us who then returned the favor by paying the cover charge for all of us. We walked in, found a fantastic spot and settled ourselves on the dance floor. After a few hours, Summer said she needed to go to the bathroom so I went with her. The line was ridiculously long so I pulled out my whistle (did I mention we were all given "hottie whistles," which we proudly wore around our necks?), whistled as loud as I could and announced, "Hurry up bitches, we need to go to the bathroom." So classy. The girls in front of us turned around to agree and I recognized one of them so we chatted a bit. I'm leaving her anonymous because of the following sentences. As we waited in line, Summer noticed my acquaintance was standing in water and told her she should move. She didn't move so I repeated Summer's statement but stopped mid-sentence because it was pee. Her own pee. She peed herself, people. To make matters worse, Summer didn't realize it until she felt it on her own leg. The girl peed on Summer. We were appalled but couldn't stop laughing. The girl excused herself (to go back out and party I guess?) as Summer and I stared at each other with astonishment and disgust.

Once Summer cleaned up, we went back to our spot only to notice Mo was now gone. We walked around the bar a few times but no luck. Called the phone, nothing. The girls were worried. Me? I was too busy dancing and kept saying, "Oh, she'll be FINE." After an hour it was closing time so we started to leave the bar while Em said she'd do one more check. We waited outside for a good 5 minutes and then I decided I'd go back in and grab Em. Big mistake. I stepped over the red rope and the bouncer immediately stepped in front of me and told me to back up. I told him my intentions and he told me he didn't care. I went back to my spot and then Bethany (Em's sister) tried to "sneak" by him to get into the bar. He called her several names and told her to back up, so Summer (naturally) told him he was being ridiculous. He started screaming at Kaitlin, then Summer, then Bethany, then me. It was awful. Eventually he grew tired of screaming so he called the cops and had them escort us away from the bar. Summer told the cops that we were completely sober (as Bethany fell to the ground) and then I told them we were all honors students. (Lies. All lies.) We eventually got a phone call from Kreston, who was in Miami for Jake's bachelor party. Mo's husband was with them and he'd received a call from her an hour earlier. Kreston told us that she was at a hotel but not the hotel.

Oh holy cow, this is getting so long. Let's shorten it a bit. Once we knew she wasn't at the club, we left our cop friends (after taking a picture with them), and headed back to the hotel. As soon as we got back to our room, Em and Bethany got into a sisterly fight due to Em calling Bethany, "Not classy." Summer and I were keeping Kaitlin company while she pumped (hot mama!) until something went awry and the pump started malfunctioning big-time. Kait had originally had her back to us but she turned around with pumps still on, frantically trying to fix the problem. Summer ate her fourth cupcake while I pointed and laughed at the pump. Mo eventually showed up and told us she'd just gotten tired and decided to leave. She'd caught a cab and then realized she didn't know what hotel we were staying at so just told him to drop her off at a hotel. Which he did.

It was quite the site. 2 girls crying, 1 girl pumping, 1 girl apologizing, 1 girl eating, and 1 girl pointing. Around 3:30 or 4 we finally went to bed, just as I declared I was going to write a book about this, which would turn into a movie (or television mini-series), which would one day become a musical. High hopes indeed.

So there you have it. The girls all left on Sunday and I couldn't stop smiling. Such a great (albeit crazy) weekend with my best friends--there's really nothing better!

The beautiful bachelorette...

Em with Bethany (her "not classy" sister) :)

The group! Me, Summer, Mo, Bethany, Emily, Kaitlin

Same 6 people but now we're outside.

TU BFFs

Mo (the disappearing act) and Bethany

The Bride with her maid and matron of honor

Aren't they adorable? So delicious too!

Love you, Em!

Sushi dinner!

At Ghostbar

:)

Before Mo ditched us...

The sober honors students...

What A Wonderful Word

BENIGN!!!!!!!!!!! (!!!!)

I might have teared up a bit when I heard the news.

Praise God!

5 Naps And Counting....

Just a quick post to say THANK YOU for all of your prayers and sweet messages. You guys are awesome. The surgery went really well and the doctor is still confident the tumor is benign. We'll know full results Monday afternoon.

And I'm off to take another nap. I'm definitely in pain but the meds are soooooo nice. An ode dedicated to Darvocet is in order.

Thanks again everyone!

It's Just Bob Spelled With Two O's

I've been going back and forth on whether I should post about the following topic. As much as I share on this blog, I tend to keep most issues an arm's length away. Not only is it for our own safety, but there's something to be said about boundaries, and I don't like the idea of some stranger knowing the intimate details of our life. What if you and I met in the cake aisle of Wal-Mart and you mentioned a specific detail of our bedroom? Talk about awkward!

But! I've decided to share a pretty intimate detail of my life (on my blog only) for two reasons.

1. I covet your prayers.
2. Knowledge is power. (Or however that silly quote goes.) (Cue that NBC shooting star music.)

Warning! The next few paragraphs contain the words "boob" and "boobal region." If either offend you, get a life. No I'm kidding. But seriously.

Sometime last year I noticed a pretty large lump in the boob. It was extremely painful and I'd never had anything like it. No one in my family has ever had breast cancer so I was more than a little confused. I went to the doctor and had her check it out. She assured me that cancer does not hurt (knowledge is power, lesson #1) and sent me on my way. Fast forward 8 months and the damn thing was still there. I pointed it out to my obgyn a few weeks ago and she said I needed to have an ultrasound. (Now you understand why I was so nervous leaving her office. Or maybe it really was the needles...)

I went to the radiologist where I was felt up like nobody's bidness. I was watching the screen and suddenly this big black THING showed up. Worse than any movie villain. She told me it was most likely a fibroadenoma--a harmless tumor--but due to its size she recommended having it removed and the sooner the better. I had two questions for her: Is this outpatient surgery? Yes. Will I be knocked the hell out? Yes.

I waited to hear recommendations from the doctor. She gave me two: a man and a woman, which brought on a huge dilemma. A woman has boobs. A man appreciates boobs. Do I go with the one who has dealt with them since she was 12 (or 17, but that's neither here nor there) or do I go with the one who spent most of his life staring at them? Let's face it, the boobal region is man's land and I'm not one to step in the way of that. I did some research on both and decided I'd go with the man.

Here's hoping he's straight. :)

So that's my story. I go in tomorrow for surgery at 4:30p and I'd be lying if I said I'm not scared. I am. But I also trust that I'm in good hands, and I'm not referring to my doctor. I ask that you say a little prayer for me, for my doctor, for Michael, and for my family. It's been a tense few weeks and I'm looking forward to it being over!

As I mentioned earlier, this post is for two reasons. Prayer for me (please and thank you), and a public service announcement to all of the ladies out there. Just because you're 27.9 and healthy doesn't mean you're invincible. If something isn't right--get it checked out!

And then blog about it so I'll feel better about sharing so much.

Zee Bedroom

It's times like these when I want to drop kick my camera to China and purchase a big fancy one. Rather than admit it might be my own skillz (or lack thereof), I choose to blame the camera. And let's face it, mirrors are REALLY hard to photograph. Anywho, I'd be lying if I said I was ecstatic with how the following pictures turned out.

Regardless, here's the bedroom! This is our room so I really wanted to make it a mixture of us, full of things we both love. If something was feminine, I tried to pair it with something masculine. His favorite color is blue and mine is green, so guess what? A blue and green room. Dark furniture for him, mirrors for me. Architectural lines for him, soft linen curtains for me. Hope you like it!

Here's the before...




And after!












I would love to say, "It looks so much better in person!" but I know that's a cop-out so I won't. (But really, it looks better in person.)

I got by with a little help from my friends: West Elm, Pottery Barn, and Target. I started this project when I was funemployed, and I'm happy to say it's finally (well 95%) complete.

And now we're off to work on the yard. This home improvement stuff never stops!