Monday, April 26, 2010
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)!
Friday, April 23, 2010
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.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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...
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!