I have done nothing for at least the last week.
When I say nothing, I of course mean working out.
I'm not going to make excuses for myself because the whole point of buying a treadmill was so that I could work out without going anywhere, which was my biggest hurdle.
However, I haven't been sleeping properly, which I think has added to my generally bad mental mood.
There's nothing wrong with my life. Sure, DJ & I hit little bumps in the rode like everyone else does. But we've got a great relationship, a beautiful home & a horde of naughty furballs who we love. I have no reason to feel so down in the dumps - but I do.
I'm working on trying to pinpoint what it is, which has been difficult since none of the usual suspects are the cause this time.
But today was better. For the first time in a while I slept properly, & I feel better already. I've decided to give myself a few more days to try to figure out what's causing my funk & (hopefully) keep on sleeping. Then, it's back on the bandwagon...or back on the treadmill, I suppose.
I'm not going to give up, I'm just going to accept that I'm starting over - & I'm determined to make it work.
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
For the better
It's about to get real up in here.
I am not in shape. Well, that's really an understatement. I am overweight is more like it.
For the longest time I've ignored that fact, especially because I'm with a man who loves me the way I am.
That's all well & good, except I'm totally not healthy & neither is he.
It's time to make a change.
The other thing you need to know is that I have little to no will power or ambition when it comes to exercising.
If it's too hot/too cold/Sunday through Saturday, I will not exercise outside.
In fact, the only way I will exercise is in front of the TV where I normally enjoy sitting & making my fat ass fatter. How sad is that? I'm sort of ashamed of myself...sort of.
And so, I bought myself a treadmill. It's should be here sometime this week or early next week, & my journey to work out everyday will begin.
Honestly, I'm excited to get started! This is going to sound so stupid given what I just told you about myself, but I've wanted to get into running for a long time. I know a few people who run habitually, & in addition to being ass kickers, they always have more energy & feel so much better than I do. I'm jealous.
It's going to be a long, slow process to start - just walking everyday in the beginning. But I do plan to get there.
I'm telling you this because I need you to help hold me accountable. Ask me if I've worked out. If I say no, tell me to get my lazy ass off the internet & onto that treadmill I just paid good money for.
Trust me, you are not going to hurt my feelings. I need this. I know myself.
This is going to be a long, hard journey, but it's definitely one I'm ready to take.
I am not in shape. Well, that's really an understatement. I am overweight is more like it.
For the longest time I've ignored that fact, especially because I'm with a man who loves me the way I am.
That's all well & good, except I'm totally not healthy & neither is he.
It's time to make a change.
The other thing you need to know is that I have little to no will power or ambition when it comes to exercising.
If it's too hot/too cold/Sunday through Saturday, I will not exercise outside.
In fact, the only way I will exercise is in front of the TV where I normally enjoy sitting & making my fat ass fatter. How sad is that? I'm sort of ashamed of myself...sort of.
And so, I bought myself a treadmill. It's should be here sometime this week or early next week, & my journey to work out everyday will begin.
Honestly, I'm excited to get started! This is going to sound so stupid given what I just told you about myself, but I've wanted to get into running for a long time. I know a few people who run habitually, & in addition to being ass kickers, they always have more energy & feel so much better than I do. I'm jealous.
It's going to be a long, slow process to start - just walking everyday in the beginning. But I do plan to get there.
I'm telling you this because I need you to help hold me accountable. Ask me if I've worked out. If I say no, tell me to get my lazy ass off the internet & onto that treadmill I just paid good money for.
Trust me, you are not going to hurt my feelings. I need this. I know myself.
This is going to be a long, hard journey, but it's definitely one I'm ready to take.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Off to see the wizard.
Yesterday afternoon while I was watching the news a tornado watch was issued for some surrounding areas, including the county I live in.
Normally I just ignore them. I know that sounds terrible, but I have been fortunate enough never to see a tornado in my area my whole life. Plus, I'm a lover of crazy summer thunderstorms.
Last night was different though. When the warning was issued I started to get anxious. I was upset because I was scheduled to work at 11 last night, & I was planning to be napping when the wicked storm was supposed to hit. DJ wasn't going to be home, & I was convinced that the house was going to be blown away without me knowing. He assured me I was crazy, like usual.
Although I slept a little, I kept having bad dreams & ended up waking up long before my alarm was set to go off.
I turned on the news, & what do you know?
The report was bad. The storm was headed to us, & would be on top of us within a half hour. People were reporting seeing tornados where it was already raining, & the meteorologists were seeing cloud rotation close to me.
When the storm was about 10 minutes away & a few towns over, the weatherman said, "There is definite cloud rotation. We can't confirm whether or not a tornado is already on the gound. It's heading for Renee's house (I know I souldn't joke about this, but wouldn't that have been funny?). You have 10 minutes to get into the basement."
And so, that is what I did. I took my laptop, knowing I would lose power & not get news reports from the TV. I just hoped the internet would hold out. It did not, by the way.
Next I trapped my 2 girl cats in the basement, which was easy enough to do with a bag of treats. Then, I had to carry my dog downstairs. She had never even seen a flight of stairs until we lived in this house, & she is not brave enough to venture down. Once that was done, I had to fight with my boy cat. He doesn't like to be held, so it was an epic battle...that I ultimately won. I essentially hog-tied my cat, covered his head with my shirt & ran down the stairs while trying desperately to hold on.
Once my fur babies were safely downstairs, I didn't dare open the door. In my panic, it didn't occur to me to grab my flashlight or candles or anything I might actually need. No, no, instead there I was with 3 misbehaving cats, a terrified dog, my cell phone & a laptop that soon proved to be worhtless when the internet failed.
In an attempt to keep myself calm, I talked to my mom & MIL periodically. I had no idea what was going on. There was no way for me to know what the situation with the storm was. My only view of the outside world was through a tiny (& dirty, because I don't clean it) basement window. I couldn't see anything because the sky was black, except for occasional pink lightening.
I'll be honest, I was pretty freaking terrified. I was also sure this was not going to end well. Thankfully, it did. We got a severe thunderstorm & nothing more. Everyone was safe.
We were without power for a few hours, so when I ventured back upstairs I lit every candle in the house & read a book by flashlight.
DJ got home shortly after the power came back on. And although I was able to laugh a little about my disaster precautions, I was still a little on edge.
In hindsight everyone will probably think it was silly of me to go so overboard, but I don't think it was. Not only did the newscaster say it was specifically headed to my town & I had 10 minutes to take cover, but I knew this was coming since 3 in the afternoon.
Call it a message, or maybe a sixth sense, but I was sure this storm was going to be bad & I needed to be awake when it arrived.
I guess the moral of my story is this: trust your instincts. They're right more often than you think.
Normally I just ignore them. I know that sounds terrible, but I have been fortunate enough never to see a tornado in my area my whole life. Plus, I'm a lover of crazy summer thunderstorms.
Last night was different though. When the warning was issued I started to get anxious. I was upset because I was scheduled to work at 11 last night, & I was planning to be napping when the wicked storm was supposed to hit. DJ wasn't going to be home, & I was convinced that the house was going to be blown away without me knowing. He assured me I was crazy, like usual.
Although I slept a little, I kept having bad dreams & ended up waking up long before my alarm was set to go off.
I turned on the news, & what do you know?
The report was bad. The storm was headed to us, & would be on top of us within a half hour. People were reporting seeing tornados where it was already raining, & the meteorologists were seeing cloud rotation close to me.
When the storm was about 10 minutes away & a few towns over, the weatherman said, "There is definite cloud rotation. We can't confirm whether or not a tornado is already on the gound. It's heading for Renee's house (I know I souldn't joke about this, but wouldn't that have been funny?). You have 10 minutes to get into the basement."
And so, that is what I did. I took my laptop, knowing I would lose power & not get news reports from the TV. I just hoped the internet would hold out. It did not, by the way.
Next I trapped my 2 girl cats in the basement, which was easy enough to do with a bag of treats. Then, I had to carry my dog downstairs. She had never even seen a flight of stairs until we lived in this house, & she is not brave enough to venture down. Once that was done, I had to fight with my boy cat. He doesn't like to be held, so it was an epic battle...that I ultimately won. I essentially hog-tied my cat, covered his head with my shirt & ran down the stairs while trying desperately to hold on.
Once my fur babies were safely downstairs, I didn't dare open the door. In my panic, it didn't occur to me to grab my flashlight or candles or anything I might actually need. No, no, instead there I was with 3 misbehaving cats, a terrified dog, my cell phone & a laptop that soon proved to be worhtless when the internet failed.
In an attempt to keep myself calm, I talked to my mom & MIL periodically. I had no idea what was going on. There was no way for me to know what the situation with the storm was. My only view of the outside world was through a tiny (& dirty, because I don't clean it) basement window. I couldn't see anything because the sky was black, except for occasional pink lightening.
I'll be honest, I was pretty freaking terrified. I was also sure this was not going to end well. Thankfully, it did. We got a severe thunderstorm & nothing more. Everyone was safe.
We were without power for a few hours, so when I ventured back upstairs I lit every candle in the house & read a book by flashlight.
DJ got home shortly after the power came back on. And although I was able to laugh a little about my disaster precautions, I was still a little on edge.
In hindsight everyone will probably think it was silly of me to go so overboard, but I don't think it was. Not only did the newscaster say it was specifically headed to my town & I had 10 minutes to take cover, but I knew this was coming since 3 in the afternoon.
Call it a message, or maybe a sixth sense, but I was sure this storm was going to be bad & I needed to be awake when it arrived.
I guess the moral of my story is this: trust your instincts. They're right more often than you think.
Monday, May 16, 2011
A room full of sweaty, fat guys
I'm sure that title left you wanting to read more. The thought of a room full of sweaty, fat guys is oh-so-appealing.
You must be asking why I would ever be writing about sweaty, fat guys in the first place. It follows the usual theme of my blog posts: everything is DJ's fault.
DJ is the VP of a gaming club in our area. His club hosted a tournament for a tabletop game called Warhammer over the weekend. There were approximately 50 sweaty, fat (and sweaty, thin) guys playing in the tournament.
It wasn't all bad though, because there were some super hot chicks hosting a bake sale too.
And the time & effort these sweaty, fat guys put into building an army to play this game is amazing. I thought I'd share some pictures of the artwork...& some other things I took pictures of when I got bored.
You must be asking why I would ever be writing about sweaty, fat guys in the first place. It follows the usual theme of my blog posts: everything is DJ's fault.
DJ is the VP of a gaming club in our area. His club hosted a tournament for a tabletop game called Warhammer over the weekend. There were approximately 50 sweaty, fat (and sweaty, thin) guys playing in the tournament.
It wasn't all bad though, because there were some super hot chicks hosting a bake sale too.
And the time & effort these sweaty, fat guys put into building an army to play this game is amazing. I thought I'd share some pictures of the artwork...& some other things I took pictures of when I got bored.
In case you thought I was joking about the sweaty, fat guys.
The dragon was painted by one of the few ladies in the group, & was the winner of the painting competition. Girl power!
We had a bake sale to raise money for the club.
Cake Pops decorated like the dice used for the game. Yum!
They were short one name tag, but leave it to the women to come up with a suitable replacement. He wore that plate all day. Heehee!
Even though he makes me hang out with sweaty, fat guys, I do love him.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
My choice
"You can tell me to shut up anytime," said the charge nurse who had to know she was asking very personal questions about my relationship.
But, my policy has always been that I prefer people to ask me questions instead of discussing my life amongst themselves behind my back. I hate that.
It was such an odd conversation that I felt it was worth sharing.
She started with, "He's in a wheelchair, right? And you're okay with that?"
Yes, DJ uses a wheelchair. I think the fact that we've been together for over two years & own a home is evidence enough that I'm okay with it.
Then we went on to, "So you really love him, right? You don't just pity him, do you?"
Yes, I do really, really love him - despite how it may seem when you read some of my blog posts. Although I do pity him, it's not becase of the wheelchair...it's because he has to live with me & my ever-changing mood.
And you're going to love the next one. "The muscular dystrophy, what exactly does that effect? I mean, does his penis still work?"
I'll just say yes. We won't elaborate any further. You're welcome.
The conversation then turned serious. This nurse knows my MIL, who works at the same facility as me. So she knows that DJ's father passed away a few years ago. Her next question was, "His dad was pretty young when he died, are you okay with that?"
No, I'm not okay with that. Even though DJ & I weren't together when his dad passed away, I'm sad every time I think about it & I wish things has turned out differently so he could still be here with his children.
As it relates to DJ & I, I use the bus theory. None of us know what the future holds. I may walk out my front door later today & get run over by sed bus (although it's highly unlikely, since there are no buses on my road). Along those same lines, I don't know what will happen in DJ's future. The truth is, his disease effects his body in adverse ways. And on top of that, he smokes & eats like crap. More likely than not, we will not be in our 90s together.
If DJ lives to be the same age as his father we will have spent 24 years together. Although no one hopes for an end date to their relationship, I am smart enough to know that some people go through their entire lives never having the love I get in one day with him.
What I told that nosey nurse was, "I choose to be thankful for the time I have."
But, my policy has always been that I prefer people to ask me questions instead of discussing my life amongst themselves behind my back. I hate that.
It was such an odd conversation that I felt it was worth sharing.
She started with, "He's in a wheelchair, right? And you're okay with that?"
Yes, DJ uses a wheelchair. I think the fact that we've been together for over two years & own a home is evidence enough that I'm okay with it.
Then we went on to, "So you really love him, right? You don't just pity him, do you?"
Yes, I do really, really love him - despite how it may seem when you read some of my blog posts. Although I do pity him, it's not becase of the wheelchair...it's because he has to live with me & my ever-changing mood.
And you're going to love the next one. "The muscular dystrophy, what exactly does that effect? I mean, does his penis still work?"
I'll just say yes. We won't elaborate any further. You're welcome.
The conversation then turned serious. This nurse knows my MIL, who works at the same facility as me. So she knows that DJ's father passed away a few years ago. Her next question was, "His dad was pretty young when he died, are you okay with that?"
No, I'm not okay with that. Even though DJ & I weren't together when his dad passed away, I'm sad every time I think about it & I wish things has turned out differently so he could still be here with his children.
As it relates to DJ & I, I use the bus theory. None of us know what the future holds. I may walk out my front door later today & get run over by sed bus (although it's highly unlikely, since there are no buses on my road). Along those same lines, I don't know what will happen in DJ's future. The truth is, his disease effects his body in adverse ways. And on top of that, he smokes & eats like crap. More likely than not, we will not be in our 90s together.
If DJ lives to be the same age as his father we will have spent 24 years together. Although no one hopes for an end date to their relationship, I am smart enough to know that some people go through their entire lives never having the love I get in one day with him.
What I told that nosey nurse was, "I choose to be thankful for the time I have."
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tuesday Ten
Lately I don't have the energy to string together enough cohesive thoughts to make an actual blog post, so I'm stealing an idea from one of my favs, Ms. BFG herself. Stop over & take a look...after you read mine, please.
Here's my Tuesday Ten
1. Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely waiting to cross the road. Only after I passed did he look both ways & start to cross. Total genteman.
2. Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm. I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore. It's cramping my style. Thanks!
3. I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now. Still not decorated.
4. I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (& by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend & his friend) but I love her. In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while. Sucks to be him.
5. Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament?? I am so not a fan of the guy who won. I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs. In poor taste, random guy.
6. I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) & I'm crossing all my fingers & toes that it gets approved. Eleven days off. Oh. My. God. My head might explode from joy. I hate that place.
7. Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido
8. I woke up thismorning afternoon & when I opened my living room curtains the first thing I saw was some dude driving a riding mower up the road past my house. Weird.
9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters. Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.
10. I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats. Anyone want them?
Here's my Tuesday Ten
1. Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely waiting to cross the road. Only after I passed did he look both ways & start to cross. Total genteman.
2. Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm. I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore. It's cramping my style. Thanks!
3. I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now. Still not decorated.
4. I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (& by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend & his friend) but I love her. In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while. Sucks to be him.
5. Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament?? I am so not a fan of the guy who won. I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs. In poor taste, random guy.
6. I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) & I'm crossing all my fingers & toes that it gets approved. Eleven days off. Oh. My. God. My head might explode from joy. I hate that place.
7. Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido
8. I woke up this
9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters. Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.
10. I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats. Anyone want them?
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Things I'm doing at 4:00 AM
- Not sleeping.
- Watching Stargate SG-1 on Netflix. I'm trying to take a greater interest in the TV that my boyfriend is actually willing to watch after several years of him suffering through Maury & Judge Judy. Love him!
- Complaining.
- Looking at the house that was clean yesterday, which is now untidy...again.
- Reflecting a little on my first night of 3rd shift - although I'm trying not to do that too much.
- Still thinking about how smokin' hot Patrick Wilson is. I watched Morning Glory earlier tonight. Super cute movie.
- Also thinking about how smokin' hot Ryan Reynolds is. I watched the Proposal earlier too.
- Googling pictures of smokin' hot men for your viewing pleasure. You're welcome.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Big, ol' sigh of relief.
Remember when I was studying for my placement test, & the math was killing me?
Remember when I did all that studying, & then there was no math on sed placement test, but there was random science & so I was sure I failed?
Remember when I accepted that I'd be taking the long route to being an RN, but was committed to my Plan B?
Yesterday I had my interview with the director of the nursing program I applied to.
We reviewed my scores, & let me just say that I kicked that test's ass!! I scored in the 99th percentile overall, & in the 96th percentile on specifically the math portion.
Then we reviewed my high school transcripts & my references. I can't thank the lovely ladies responsible for my wonderful references enough. Their very kind words & their belief in what I'm capable of mean so much to me.
It was at that point that the director said the words I've been longing to hear,
"You can consider yourself accepted if you meet the rest of the requirements."
The rest of the requirements being background checks, fingerprinting & not being a secret drug addict or felon. I can safely assume that, those being the last hurdles, I'm in.
At that point she could have told me to get the hell out of her office & slammed the door in my face, because I got what I came for. But to further improve my day she kept the compliments coming.
She asked me, "I'm sure you qualify for an RN program anywhere. Are you sure you want to come here?"
She being an RN herself, so that comment meant a lot to me.
When I explained that the best RN program in my area didn't agree, but that I wasn't willing to give up on my goal & that yes, I really did want to attend her school, she said, "Well, it'll be refreshing to have someone as bright as you in our program."
Have I mentioned that I love this lady? Because if I didn't, I do.
So to celebrate I went out for dinner with the people I love & a boy name Colin. (That was for you, Jenn.)
Afterwards we continued the celebration with more people & lots of alcohol. It was St. Patrick's Day after all.
I've got a rare Friday off today, & the weather is going to be gorgeous. I plan on doing lots of outside things in the yard & capitalizing on my leftover good mood from yesterday.
Remember when I did all that studying, & then there was no math on sed placement test, but there was random science & so I was sure I failed?
Remember when I accepted that I'd be taking the long route to being an RN, but was committed to my Plan B?
Yesterday I had my interview with the director of the nursing program I applied to.
We reviewed my scores, & let me just say that I kicked that test's ass!! I scored in the 99th percentile overall, & in the 96th percentile on specifically the math portion.
Then we reviewed my high school transcripts & my references. I can't thank the lovely ladies responsible for my wonderful references enough. Their very kind words & their belief in what I'm capable of mean so much to me.
It was at that point that the director said the words I've been longing to hear,
"You can consider yourself accepted if you meet the rest of the requirements."
The rest of the requirements being background checks, fingerprinting & not being a secret drug addict or felon. I can safely assume that, those being the last hurdles, I'm in.
At that point she could have told me to get the hell out of her office & slammed the door in my face, because I got what I came for. But to further improve my day she kept the compliments coming.
She asked me, "I'm sure you qualify for an RN program anywhere. Are you sure you want to come here?"
She being an RN herself, so that comment meant a lot to me.
When I explained that the best RN program in my area didn't agree, but that I wasn't willing to give up on my goal & that yes, I really did want to attend her school, she said, "Well, it'll be refreshing to have someone as bright as you in our program."
Have I mentioned that I love this lady? Because if I didn't, I do.
So to celebrate I went out for dinner with the people I love & a boy name Colin. (That was for you, Jenn.)
Afterwards we continued the celebration with more people & lots of alcohol. It was St. Patrick's Day after all.
I've got a rare Friday off today, & the weather is going to be gorgeous. I plan on doing lots of outside things in the yard & capitalizing on my leftover good mood from yesterday.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Lazy Sunday, lazy blog post.
I was woken up a little too early by my dog, & then kept awake by a snoring, beg-hogging boyfriend.
I had the largest pile of laundry I've seen in a long time taking up space in my bedroom.
I desperately needed to mop my kitchen & bathroom floors.
So, I devoted the day to getting this house in shape. Here's what I did today.
Who else loves that show? Cheese curls & elk - c'mon now!
I had the largest pile of laundry I've seen in a long time taking up space in my bedroom.
I desperately needed to mop my kitchen & bathroom floors.
So, I devoted the day to getting this house in shape. Here's what I did today.
- Started the laundry at 10:00 AM. Still going strong at 6:30 PM. FML.
- Mopped those nasty floors.
- Cleaned some stuff, & then cleaned some more stuff.
- Took my entire vacuum apart because it wasn't working. Found so much fur in the hose that I should have named it & put in in a designer bag like Paris Hilton.
- Organized both my living room closets
- Argued with my dog everytime she needed to go outside. She doesn't do rain so well.
- Febreezed the shit out of some stuff so it doesn't smell like cigarettes. Even though I have a strict "No Smoking" policy in this house, it still stinks. I'd really like the boyfriend to drop that nasty habit sooner, rather than later.
Who else loves that show? Cheese curls & elk - c'mon now!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Day 7 - Link up!
I took a few days off from blogging over the weekend, but now I'm refreshed & ready to get back into the challenge!
The challenge prompt for today suggests linking up with other bloggers, allowing you to expand on further topics, take an opposing viewpoint or promote another post that you think really deserves it.
I'm linking up with my SIL Jenn of South of Sheridan. She's the one who got me into this challenge, & got me into blogging in the first place.
January 20th of this year was the International Day of Acceptance to promote disibility awareness. Jenn asked her readers to ask whatever burning questions they may have had about using a wheelchair for mobility. Please take some time to read the questions & answers here & here.
As I'm sure most of you know by now, my boyfriend DJ also has LGMD & uses a wheelchair full time. When we started dating I got lots of perplexed looks from people, & I could see the wheels turning behind their eyes. Much like DJ & Jenn, my attitude towards the situation is this: I'd rather have you ask instead of just staring.
So, in that spirit I'm taking a queue from Jenn. If you have any questions about being the other half of someone with a disability, please ask away!
You can contact me by:
I'm excited to see what people want to know!
The challenge prompt for today suggests linking up with other bloggers, allowing you to expand on further topics, take an opposing viewpoint or promote another post that you think really deserves it.
I'm linking up with my SIL Jenn of South of Sheridan. She's the one who got me into this challenge, & got me into blogging in the first place.
January 20th of this year was the International Day of Acceptance to promote disibility awareness. Jenn asked her readers to ask whatever burning questions they may have had about using a wheelchair for mobility. Please take some time to read the questions & answers here & here.
As I'm sure most of you know by now, my boyfriend DJ also has LGMD & uses a wheelchair full time. When we started dating I got lots of perplexed looks from people, & I could see the wheels turning behind their eyes. Much like DJ & Jenn, my attitude towards the situation is this: I'd rather have you ask instead of just staring.
So, in that spirit I'm taking a queue from Jenn. If you have any questions about being the other half of someone with a disability, please ask away!
You can contact me by:
- Leaving a comment on this post
- Emailing me at closedonsunday@hotmail.com
- Tweet me @ClosedSunday
I'm excited to see what people want to know!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day!
DJ & I will be enjoying a fancy dinner at home tonight. On the menu:
Afterward we'll probably just rent a movie or play Wii.
Have I mentioned lately how old & boring we are?
No matter what you're doing today, I just hope it's with someone you love.
- Steak
- Shrimp
- Baked potatoes
- Ceasar salad
- Chocolate covered strawberries
- Canoli
Afterward we'll probably just rent a movie or play Wii.
Have I mentioned lately how old & boring we are?
No matter what you're doing today, I just hope it's with someone you love.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Day 4 - What am I not doing?
Today's task is to take a good look as a successful blog on my niche.
Hmm...someone who successfully talks about other people's bodily fuctions & how annoying DJ is sometimes? That might be a little difficult...
Haha! Can you imagine if there were two of us out there??
Anyway, I do have a blog in mind: Casa de Nicole. She is the California version of me. We're the same age, she's settling into life with her fiance & she deals directly with patients in a health care setting.
The difference between us? She's got a ton of followers & readers. And I - well, I don't.
BTW, she deserves all those followers because she is lovely & amazing!
So what gives? That's the big question of the day.
One of the things I've tried to do to meet new bloggers is participate in blog hops. I've found a few good ones that I do on a semi-regular basis. And while I have gained some followers that way, very few are people who actually read.
Miss Nicole doesn't do blog hops that I've noticed. She does participate in giveaways, both hosting & winning.
I've got a confession to make. Giveaways are my Achilles heal.
I read very few blogs that are primarily reviews & giveaways because they don't keep my attention. Please don't send me hate mail, as I am not knocking those who host & sign up for giveaways. People love giveaways!
I'm not anti giveaway myself - I'm just seldom willing to jump through the hoops it takes to sign up for them.
Most require that you follow the blog to win. That's fine, except I'm stingy about blogs that I follow. I don't click that little button unless I actually have intentions to read it.
Ok, so, I'm done with my diatribe about giveaways because I don't honestly believe they are the true difference between us. The difference is the exposure those giveaways provide.
Moral of the story? I need to put myself out there more - which I'm trying to do, one challenge day at a time.
Hmm...someone who successfully talks about other people's bodily fuctions & how annoying DJ is sometimes? That might be a little difficult...
Haha! Can you imagine if there were two of us out there??
Anyway, I do have a blog in mind: Casa de Nicole. She is the California version of me. We're the same age, she's settling into life with her fiance & she deals directly with patients in a health care setting.
The difference between us? She's got a ton of followers & readers. And I - well, I don't.
BTW, she deserves all those followers because she is lovely & amazing!
So what gives? That's the big question of the day.
One of the things I've tried to do to meet new bloggers is participate in blog hops. I've found a few good ones that I do on a semi-regular basis. And while I have gained some followers that way, very few are people who actually read.
Miss Nicole doesn't do blog hops that I've noticed. She does participate in giveaways, both hosting & winning.
I've got a confession to make. Giveaways are my Achilles heal.
I read very few blogs that are primarily reviews & giveaways because they don't keep my attention. Please don't send me hate mail, as I am not knocking those who host & sign up for giveaways. People love giveaways!
I'm not anti giveaway myself - I'm just seldom willing to jump through the hoops it takes to sign up for them.
Most require that you follow the blog to win. That's fine, except I'm stingy about blogs that I follow. I don't click that little button unless I actually have intentions to read it.
Ok, so, I'm done with my diatribe about giveaways because I don't honestly believe they are the true difference between us. The difference is the exposure those giveaways provide.
Moral of the story? I need to put myself out there more - which I'm trying to do, one challenge day at a time.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
It's 11:30 on Saturday night: do you know what your vet is doing?
Mine sounded as if he had been sleeping when he returned my call.
Why was I calling my sexy, silky voiced vet on Saturday night????
Because my stupid effing cat has a hole in her belly.
The thing is, she got spayed on Monday. The vet says things like, "Keep her separated from the other animals," &, "Try to limit her activity."
Hahaha! Isn't he precious?
He's a lovely man, but he doesn't live with these cats. They are the Satan's spawn, of that I am sure.
And so, since Monday I've been giving Kiki her pain meds every morning & periodically looking at her inscision, which has looked good all week - despite the fact that she runs & jumps around the house like a ninja on a mission.
Then, at 11:30, things in our house were winding down. DJ & I were on our respective computers, when Kiki took her customary spot on my keyboard. When she rolled on her back I noticed that I could see inside her inscision, which was not cute at all.
So me, being the level headed girl that I am, started having what I can only assume to a panic attack. And DJ, my rock, offered these words of encouragement: We need to call the vet now because that's going to get infected.
Imagine how much worse that made the panic attack.
So my poor vet got the call. He called back right away & was very gracious about the whole thing. He assured me that she's not going to get gangrene & die tonight like I was convinced she would. He did suggest that I put, & a quote, "a little kitty t-shirt" on her to prevent her from licking it (ewww!) even more. That made me laugh, & snapped me out of panic attack mode.
Unfortunately, I don't have a little kitty t-shirt, or I would so make her wear it. Instead, I think I've got to buy her one of those cone collars tomorrow. I'm ok with any form of cat humiliation at this point, so the cone works for me.
Most unfortunately, however, is the fact that more of you don't live around me so I could refer you & your fur babies to the most patient, kind & wonderful vet there is. He's the best!
Why was I calling my sexy, silky voiced vet on Saturday night????
Because my stupid effing cat has a hole in her belly.
The thing is, she got spayed on Monday. The vet says things like, "Keep her separated from the other animals," &, "Try to limit her activity."
Hahaha! Isn't he precious?
He's a lovely man, but he doesn't live with these cats. They are the Satan's spawn, of that I am sure.
And so, since Monday I've been giving Kiki her pain meds every morning & periodically looking at her inscision, which has looked good all week - despite the fact that she runs & jumps around the house like a ninja on a mission.
Then, at 11:30, things in our house were winding down. DJ & I were on our respective computers, when Kiki took her customary spot on my keyboard. When she rolled on her back I noticed that I could see inside her inscision, which was not cute at all.
So me, being the level headed girl that I am, started having what I can only assume to a panic attack. And DJ, my rock, offered these words of encouragement: We need to call the vet now because that's going to get infected.
Imagine how much worse that made the panic attack.
So my poor vet got the call. He called back right away & was very gracious about the whole thing. He assured me that she's not going to get gangrene & die tonight like I was convinced she would. He did suggest that I put, & a quote, "a little kitty t-shirt" on her to prevent her from licking it (ewww!) even more. That made me laugh, & snapped me out of panic attack mode.
Unfortunately, I don't have a little kitty t-shirt, or I would so make her wear it. Instead, I think I've got to buy her one of those cone collars tomorrow. I'm ok with any form of cat humiliation at this point, so the cone works for me.
Most unfortunately, however, is the fact that more of you don't live around me so I could refer you & your fur babies to the most patient, kind & wonderful vet there is. He's the best!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The next step.
Some of you may remember how much of a loser I am from my recent post.
Although I would like to just sit around eating ice cream & feeling sorry for myself, there is a Plan B.
Plan B is another nursing school I applied to, this one for an LPN instead of RN.
And while it's not what I really want to do, it's the option in front of me (& actually may be better in the long run).
The LPN program takes a year & a half, compared to the 3 years the RN program would have taken. So in a year & a half I'll be able to get a much better paying job, & money won't be so tight when I ultimately decide to go back for my RN later on. Plus, I'm hoping I can transition to working part time so I can spend more time at home with DJ, as he'll be needing more help as time goes on.
At the end of the day, as my MIL put it, "a nurse is a nurse is a nurse." And she would know, because she is one.
So, instead of sulking & eating ice cream, onward I go. Well, I'm sure there will still be lots of ice cream, but that's besides the point.
The point of this seemingly pointless post is to say that I'm scheduled for a placement test for the LPN program on February 2nd.
The test starts at 8:00 AM. I'll pause why you shudder.
Seriously? 8:00 AM? Don't they realize that some of us work until 11:00 the night before?
Guess not.
In any event, it starts at 8:00 & is scheduled to take 3 1/2 hours. This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
So, at 8:00 AM after a long night of work I have to go take my first real test in almost a decade - a test that my future is actually depending on.
Can you tell how confident I'm feeling?
The school suggested a picking up a GED book to use as a study guide, so my co-worker/fellow applicant & I are headed to the bookstore tomorrow to pick it up.
I've never taken a GED test before, but I did graduate from high school. And, contrary to how I'm probably making myself sound right now, I am pretty smart.
I can do this, right?
I don't have a choice. I need to do this.
Although I would like to just sit around eating ice cream & feeling sorry for myself, there is a Plan B.
Plan B is another nursing school I applied to, this one for an LPN instead of RN.
And while it's not what I really want to do, it's the option in front of me (& actually may be better in the long run).
The LPN program takes a year & a half, compared to the 3 years the RN program would have taken. So in a year & a half I'll be able to get a much better paying job, & money won't be so tight when I ultimately decide to go back for my RN later on. Plus, I'm hoping I can transition to working part time so I can spend more time at home with DJ, as he'll be needing more help as time goes on.
At the end of the day, as my MIL put it, "a nurse is a nurse is a nurse." And she would know, because she is one.
So, instead of sulking & eating ice cream, onward I go. Well, I'm sure there will still be lots of ice cream, but that's besides the point.
The point of this seemingly pointless post is to say that I'm scheduled for a placement test for the LPN program on February 2nd.
The test starts at 8:00 AM. I'll pause why you shudder.
Seriously? 8:00 AM? Don't they realize that some of us work until 11:00 the night before?
Guess not.
In any event, it starts at 8:00 & is scheduled to take 3 1/2 hours. This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
So, at 8:00 AM after a long night of work I have to go take my first real test in almost a decade - a test that my future is actually depending on.
Can you tell how confident I'm feeling?
The school suggested a picking up a GED book to use as a study guide, so my co-worker/fellow applicant & I are headed to the bookstore tomorrow to pick it up.
I've never taken a GED test before, but I did graduate from high school. And, contrary to how I'm probably making myself sound right now, I am pretty smart.
I can do this, right?
I don't have a choice. I need to do this.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
No good deed goes unpunished.
The situation with our home has taught me exactly how true that is.
Let's start at the beginning. DJ used to live in Florida, where he went to school. When he moved back to the area a few years ago there was a house for sale in between his sister & grandmother. Having just been in school he wasn't in a position to buy a house. An angel of a family friend wanted to help because he thought the size of the house & location were perfect for DJ. So this angel bought the property & made some modifications with the intention of doing a lease to own agreement with DJ.
As time went on it became apparent that this house really wasn't in the best shape, & not much could be done about it. It wasn't the kind of place DJ could live in forever given that his mobility would be decreasing over time because of the MD. And then to put the cherry on top, I'm in the picture now - so there's two of us, a dog & 2 devil cats living in this very tiny house.
So, the angel does his angel-y (I just make up words sometimes. You like?) thing once again, & tells us that he's talked to another business owner/angel in the area, & they're going to build us a brand new house. Not only are they building the house for us, but they're donating the labor - so our cost would be materials & the initial cost of the property - a big ass lot that was cheap because of the house that was on it.
The house was built. We've been living here for almost a year now. Trying to get a mortgage has been the biggest headache ever. Our credit is great, & we have the income to make the payments - but our unusual situation has been a hinderance time & time again. We were actually supposed to settle 4 different time since April of last year, but on the day of our settlement our contact at the bank found some problem...all 4 times. The mortgage lady at the bank is totally disorganized, which added to the issues. The only reason we stayed with that bank is because our initial agreement with them was done in time that allowed us to get the first time homebuyer tax credit. But in the end, we didn't get a mortgage.
After all that we needed a break for a while, but now it's time to get back into the swing of things. So the angel was discussing our situation with the local bank, & we're going to get together as a group to discuss it.
I have all my fingers & toes crossed in hopes that it works out this time, because honestly...I feel like a freaking bum. The angel hasn't asked us to pay rent, because the bank will pay him for the entire cost of the property & new house. And although it doesn't phase him, I feel like a squatter.
Wish us luck!
Let's start at the beginning. DJ used to live in Florida, where he went to school. When he moved back to the area a few years ago there was a house for sale in between his sister & grandmother. Having just been in school he wasn't in a position to buy a house. An angel of a family friend wanted to help because he thought the size of the house & location were perfect for DJ. So this angel bought the property & made some modifications with the intention of doing a lease to own agreement with DJ.
As time went on it became apparent that this house really wasn't in the best shape, & not much could be done about it. It wasn't the kind of place DJ could live in forever given that his mobility would be decreasing over time because of the MD. And then to put the cherry on top, I'm in the picture now - so there's two of us, a dog & 2 devil cats living in this very tiny house.
So, the angel does his angel-y (I just make up words sometimes. You like?) thing once again, & tells us that he's talked to another business owner/angel in the area, & they're going to build us a brand new house. Not only are they building the house for us, but they're donating the labor - so our cost would be materials & the initial cost of the property - a big ass lot that was cheap because of the house that was on it.
The house was built. We've been living here for almost a year now. Trying to get a mortgage has been the biggest headache ever. Our credit is great, & we have the income to make the payments - but our unusual situation has been a hinderance time & time again. We were actually supposed to settle 4 different time since April of last year, but on the day of our settlement our contact at the bank found some problem...all 4 times. The mortgage lady at the bank is totally disorganized, which added to the issues. The only reason we stayed with that bank is because our initial agreement with them was done in time that allowed us to get the first time homebuyer tax credit. But in the end, we didn't get a mortgage.
After all that we needed a break for a while, but now it's time to get back into the swing of things. So the angel was discussing our situation with the local bank, & we're going to get together as a group to discuss it.
I have all my fingers & toes crossed in hopes that it works out this time, because honestly...I feel like a freaking bum. The angel hasn't asked us to pay rent, because the bank will pay him for the entire cost of the property & new house. And although it doesn't phase him, I feel like a squatter.
Wish us luck!
Friday, January 14, 2011
What's going on?
I've been absent lately.
I haven't had anything very interesting to write about. Things are pretty much the same around here. Although I have finally been spending much more time at home. The holiday season was a killer, & I felt like I was always either working or shopping. So being able to just play Wii & watch movies with DJ has been so awesome!
Like I said, not much to talk about. Just a few updates.
I submitted my applications to 2 different nursing schools in the area, one for an RN program & one for an LPN program. I have mixed feelings about the subject.
I really, really want to get my RN & be done with it, but that's a very intensive 3 year program. I'm a little worried about being away from DJ so much because he does depend on me for certain things - & that list will just keep on growing as time goes on.
On the other hand, the LPN program only takes a year & a half. The schedule is 3 days a week, so I could technically continue to work 2nd shift instead of make the switch to 3rd. However, being an LPN is not really what I want. LPN jobs are few & far between these days, so it will likely be difficult for me to find a job when I get out of school being that I'll have no experience - unless of course there's one available where I work now, but who knows if there will be.
I also have this nagging feeling that because I'm naturally bad in math (& didn't plan on a nursing career when I was in high school) that my math grades will hinder my acceptance to the RN school. That would seriously suck ass, because I know I can do the nursing job. It's not astrophysics or anything.
So now it's the waiting game. Great...
Onto the good news now:
I haven't had anything very interesting to write about. Things are pretty much the same around here. Although I have finally been spending much more time at home. The holiday season was a killer, & I felt like I was always either working or shopping. So being able to just play Wii & watch movies with DJ has been so awesome!
Like I said, not much to talk about. Just a few updates.
I submitted my applications to 2 different nursing schools in the area, one for an RN program & one for an LPN program. I have mixed feelings about the subject.
I really, really want to get my RN & be done with it, but that's a very intensive 3 year program. I'm a little worried about being away from DJ so much because he does depend on me for certain things - & that list will just keep on growing as time goes on.
On the other hand, the LPN program only takes a year & a half. The schedule is 3 days a week, so I could technically continue to work 2nd shift instead of make the switch to 3rd. However, being an LPN is not really what I want. LPN jobs are few & far between these days, so it will likely be difficult for me to find a job when I get out of school being that I'll have no experience - unless of course there's one available where I work now, but who knows if there will be.
I also have this nagging feeling that because I'm naturally bad in math (& didn't plan on a nursing career when I was in high school) that my math grades will hinder my acceptance to the RN school. That would seriously suck ass, because I know I can do the nursing job. It's not astrophysics or anything.
So now it's the waiting game. Great...
Onto the good news now:
- My very good friend/co-worker asked me to host her bridal shower! I'm so excited to do it. We're thinking a beach themed shower because she's having a beach themed summer wedding. If anyone has ideas for beachy decorations & party games, please send them my way.
- DJ & I have a meeting with our local bank in the next few weeks to try to finally get a mortgage. Have I ever told you the unorthodox circumstances to building our house? I don't think so. I'll have to do that, because it'll make our personal mortgage crisis make a lot more sense. Anyway, I think we're on the right track now!
- And finally - the tattoo is scheduled for Sunday night with I get home from work!! I'm excited & nervous - really, really nervous. I'm not sure why though. I'm not nervous about living with the tattoo, & I think it just may be the idea of it. But anyway, I'm mostly excited & I can't wait to get it done!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
I love photo montages...and my boyfriend.
Today is the anniversary of the infamous first date. DJ & I have been together for two years, & we're celebrating by spending the day alone at home - which is going to be awesome after the hustle & bustle of the holiday season.
So please enjoy my pre-scheduled post, & I'll enjoy my quiet day at home with the love of my life.
So please enjoy my pre-scheduled post, & I'll enjoy my quiet day at home with the love of my life.
Friday, December 31, 2010
A New Year's Eve Story.
Two years ago I spent New Year's Eve at my MIL's house, although at that time she was just Jenn's mom.
I got all dressed up & did my hair for the party - but not for DJ. It was another "fancy day" with the bestie.
Aren't we adorable?
Bestie was in the middle of his tour in Iraq, & so I outlawed military talk while he was home. I told him if he needed to talk he could, but I didn't want anyone else to do it. So naturally, that's all that anyone at the party wanted to talk about.
FML.
But, there is a point to my story. It was during all that military talk when DJ noticed it was making me cringe & tried his hardest to distract me from it. It didn't work, but it was a very sweet gesture on his part.
It was after that night that DJ & I started talking amongst ourselves, not just when I was with Jenn. That lead to our "first date." I use the quotes because it wasn't a real date. We made pizza at his house, & then his mother got lost somewhere on the road so we to babysit his little sister while BIL & SIL went to save MIL.
Regardless of how unorthodox it was, we've been together ever since & we'll celebrate two years together in January We have a beautiful home, a herd of furry babies & an all around happy life together. Even though I make fun of our "first date" to this day, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way - just don't tell him that.
Happy New Year everyone! I hope that 2011 is everything you hope it will be!
I got all dressed up & did my hair for the party - but not for DJ. It was another "fancy day" with the bestie.
Aren't we adorable?
Bestie was in the middle of his tour in Iraq, & so I outlawed military talk while he was home. I told him if he needed to talk he could, but I didn't want anyone else to do it. So naturally, that's all that anyone at the party wanted to talk about.
FML.
But, there is a point to my story. It was during all that military talk when DJ noticed it was making me cringe & tried his hardest to distract me from it. It didn't work, but it was a very sweet gesture on his part.
It was after that night that DJ & I started talking amongst ourselves, not just when I was with Jenn. That lead to our "first date." I use the quotes because it wasn't a real date. We made pizza at his house, & then his mother got lost somewhere on the road so we to babysit his little sister while BIL & SIL went to save MIL.
Regardless of how unorthodox it was, we've been together ever since & we'll celebrate two years together in January We have a beautiful home, a herd of furry babies & an all around happy life together. Even though I make fun of our "first date" to this day, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way - just don't tell him that.
Happy New Year everyone! I hope that 2011 is everything you hope it will be!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
I guess if I have to.
It's 9:30 in the morning. I had to set the dreaded alarm to wake up this morning, which I never have to do (thank you 2nd shift!). I'm currently blogging getting ready because I have to leave the house in an hour.
Why?
Because I'm going to a freaking crappy buffet with my freaking coworkers to exchange gifts.
Why did I ever agree to this?
Actually, I didn't. The coworkers I'm not all warm & fuzzy about decided on this plan - because none of them have anything to do.
Look fellow bloggers, I know I watch a lot of Maury & Springer before work, but I do actually get a lot of things done. I have to cook a meal, tend to the animals, help DJ get up & dress, etc..
I do not have time to drive to sed crappy buffet, pretend to like the people I'm there with & then turn around & come back home so I can rush to get DJ & I ready.
Oh right, did I mention I have to go to work later? That's right. So I should be eating crappy buffet, & then going to work at my very physical job for 8 hours tonight. Good plan!
Again, the people who planned this adventure have no clue - one is on medical leave, one is on a month long vacation & the other is a charge nurse who never leaves the damn desk all night.
Wanna know what the icing on the cake is too? I decided not to go last week, & then one of the coworkers I do like says, "You're the only reason I'm going." Guilt trip much?
So, I agreed...& now she's not sure if she's going. Her BF has to get a drug test for his new job, which is actually very important...but how could she leave me with these sucky people that we can't stand? Who will sit with me & judge them? Sniffles.
Who am I kidding? I don't need help with the judging part.
But I will feel lonely, so think of me. Wish me a speedy lunch with no traffic on the way back!
Why?
Because I'm going to a freaking crappy buffet with my freaking coworkers to exchange gifts.
Why did I ever agree to this?
Actually, I didn't. The coworkers I'm not all warm & fuzzy about decided on this plan - because none of them have anything to do.
Look fellow bloggers, I know I watch a lot of Maury & Springer before work, but I do actually get a lot of things done. I have to cook a meal, tend to the animals, help DJ get up & dress, etc..
I do not have time to drive to sed crappy buffet, pretend to like the people I'm there with & then turn around & come back home so I can rush to get DJ & I ready.
Oh right, did I mention I have to go to work later? That's right. So I should be eating crappy buffet, & then going to work at my very physical job for 8 hours tonight. Good plan!
Again, the people who planned this adventure have no clue - one is on medical leave, one is on a month long vacation & the other is a charge nurse who never leaves the damn desk all night.
Wanna know what the icing on the cake is too? I decided not to go last week, & then one of the coworkers I do like says, "You're the only reason I'm going." Guilt trip much?
So, I agreed...& now she's not sure if she's going. Her BF has to get a drug test for his new job, which is actually very important...but how could she leave me with these sucky people that we can't stand? Who will sit with me & judge them? Sniffles.
Who am I kidding? I don't need help with the judging part.
But I will feel lonely, so think of me. Wish me a speedy lunch with no traffic on the way back!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Only 363 more days!
I had a wonderful (but hectic) Christmas, & I hope it went well for all of you too!
We had DJ's family over for lunch on Christmas Eve. I made chicken parm & spaghetti. Yum! Afterwards we exchanged gifts. DJ's mom got us a Wii! And DJ's little sister loved the iPod touch we got her.
That night I went to my mom's house for our annual Christmas Eve party. I was exhausted by that time, & I swore I wasn't going to stay very late at all - so naturally I drove my aunt home at 10:00. Just for the record, she was also "not staying very late." You can see how well that worked out for us. But, it was a great party.
On Christmas morning I headed back to my mom's to open gifts with our immediate family - & by immediately family I mean14 of us. It was chaos as usual, but I wouldn't trade it for anything - except maybe a venue that wasn't 45 minutes away.
And to top it off, my mom, stepdad & sister came over for lunch yesterday so we could exchange gifts with DJ. My mom got us a ton of cute stuff for the house, my favorite of which is zebra accessories for my bathroom. It looks so good with the teal paint!
DJ & I got my sister her very first guitar. She's taking lessons at school this year & she loves it. DJ is a fantastic guitar player, so he was really excited to give it to her - & she loved it, although she was a little too shy to play for us.
My family left in the early afternoon, & DJ & I spent the rest of the day hidden from the outside world. I gotta tell you, after all that crazyness, being alone was the best part.
It's going to be a busy week, & I can't promise I'll be back before then. If I don't get a chance to say it, Happy New Year to you & yours from me & mine!
We had DJ's family over for lunch on Christmas Eve. I made chicken parm & spaghetti. Yum! Afterwards we exchanged gifts. DJ's mom got us a Wii! And DJ's little sister loved the iPod touch we got her.
That night I went to my mom's house for our annual Christmas Eve party. I was exhausted by that time, & I swore I wasn't going to stay very late at all - so naturally I drove my aunt home at 10:00. Just for the record, she was also "not staying very late." You can see how well that worked out for us. But, it was a great party.
On Christmas morning I headed back to my mom's to open gifts with our immediate family - & by immediately family I mean14 of us. It was chaos as usual, but I wouldn't trade it for anything - except maybe a venue that wasn't 45 minutes away.
And to top it off, my mom, stepdad & sister came over for lunch yesterday so we could exchange gifts with DJ. My mom got us a ton of cute stuff for the house, my favorite of which is zebra accessories for my bathroom. It looks so good with the teal paint!
DJ & I got my sister her very first guitar. She's taking lessons at school this year & she loves it. DJ is a fantastic guitar player, so he was really excited to give it to her - & she loved it, although she was a little too shy to play for us.
My family left in the early afternoon, & DJ & I spent the rest of the day hidden from the outside world. I gotta tell you, after all that crazyness, being alone was the best part.
It's going to be a busy week, & I can't promise I'll be back before then. If I don't get a chance to say it, Happy New Year to you & yours from me & mine!
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