News on the health front.
I had another appointment today. It ended up being an all day visit to the doctor's office.
The new theory, is I have a condition where the bladder doesn't build enough of a lining, and it causes intense pain in the abdomen. It is a chronic condition, but it is manageable with diet changes and medication.
So I'm going to try out a new medication and see how it goes. It's a little crazy because I take four pills a day. Also, I've got to severely change my diet. They gave me a list of things I can and cannot eat and it is ridiculous. I can barely eat anything. I can't drink alcohol, which will suck big time. I can't eat soy, which is something I eat a ton of everyday. I can eat three fruits. Blueberries, Pears, and Watermelon. No tomatoes. No eggs. No onions. No fake sugar. No coffee. No tea. No pop. No chocolate. No prepared meats (like deli meats.) No artificial ingredients or colors. No Preservatives! So I basically can't eat anything prepackaged. The list goes on an on. Basically, we are trying to cut Potassium out of my diet entirely because it exacerbates the situation.
It isn't a guarantee that this is what is wrong with me, but we are going to act like it is, and treat me for it, and hopefully that will be it. Because it is impossible to give a guaranteed diagnosis without expensive surgery. But he did give me a test this afternoon (which by the way was uber sucky and painful) which made him very confident this is my problem.
So... I say this is good news because it feels good to have SOME answers.
In other family health news, my dad is starting dialysis tomorrow. He'll be on it three days a week from now on. His kidneys are done. I saw him yesterday and was shocked by what I saw. He is extremely jaundiced. Much more so than when I saw him not two weeks ago. But I think this is sort of good news too. We knew this was coming. Now we don't have to keep worrying about when it is going to happen. It is happening. And it doesn't mean his life has to change that much. At least for now, he is still going to work.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
I'm in a fight with water
Yesterday I bought two bottles of water called Metro-Mint, in spearmint water flavor. The only ingredients are:
Purified Water
Mint
I drank one bottle last night, and immediately started sweating. It was hot outside, and I was being fairly active around the apartment so I thought, "it can't be the water."
I just finished drinking the second bottle a half hour ago, and I literally have sweat dripping down my face, and all down my body. What's up? Since when does mint make me a sweaty mess? The funny thing, is this water claims to do the opposite!
"Take one sip and experience the Chill Factor: The cooling sensation you can only get with Metromint. The real mint naturally stimulates the nerves, instantly opening your senses to send a fresh, cool feeling throughout your body."
I feel exactly the opposite of that claim. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm going to go drink some tap water.
Purified Water
Mint
I drank one bottle last night, and immediately started sweating. It was hot outside, and I was being fairly active around the apartment so I thought, "it can't be the water."
I just finished drinking the second bottle a half hour ago, and I literally have sweat dripping down my face, and all down my body. What's up? Since when does mint make me a sweaty mess? The funny thing, is this water claims to do the opposite!
"Take one sip and experience the Chill Factor: The cooling sensation you can only get with Metromint. The real mint naturally stimulates the nerves, instantly opening your senses to send a fresh, cool feeling throughout your body."
I feel exactly the opposite of that claim. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm going to go drink some tap water.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Pop Culture Event? Really?
Every year, Wizard World comes to Chicago. Wizard World, otherwise known as the Comic-Con, otherwise known as the most exciting three day event for nerds and geeks everywhere.
I am unashamed to say I have gone a bunch of times. I buy independent art, and comics. I'd try to win free stuff by answering trivia. I once bought a pair of panties that look like an old school Nintendo controller. They were my favorite pair until the washing machine ate them. People spend months making costumes to wear to the comic-con. I never did that, but I have happily posed for pictures with a few of those guys. I once commissioned an artist to paint me an original picture of Wolverine. I am a big fan of geeking out for a day or two every year. I also enjoy being the hottest not-fat, yet not-dressed-like-a-whore chick there, but that is besides the point.
Without a doubt, it is a nerd convention.
So imagine my surprise when I hear a radio commercial for "Wizard World! The largest Pop Culture Event in the Midwest!"
Pop Culture Event, huh? Who are you trying to attract, exactly? The Frat boys that spent their lives beating up and ridiculing your bread and butter crowd? Seriously, I know people who save up for months so they can afford to buy a ton of toys and stuff. And when I say "save up" I'm not referring to a few hundred bucks. They blow well over a grand. Sometimes over two grand. They aren't there for a Pop Culture Event. No, No Sir. They're hard earned dollars are there for a good ol' fashioned marathon of geekery and nerdasment.
I am unashamed to say I have gone a bunch of times. I buy independent art, and comics. I'd try to win free stuff by answering trivia. I once bought a pair of panties that look like an old school Nintendo controller. They were my favorite pair until the washing machine ate them. People spend months making costumes to wear to the comic-con. I never did that, but I have happily posed for pictures with a few of those guys. I once commissioned an artist to paint me an original picture of Wolverine. I am a big fan of geeking out for a day or two every year. I also enjoy being the hottest not-fat, yet not-dressed-like-a-whore chick there, but that is besides the point.
Without a doubt, it is a nerd convention.
So imagine my surprise when I hear a radio commercial for "Wizard World! The largest Pop Culture Event in the Midwest!"
Pop Culture Event, huh? Who are you trying to attract, exactly? The Frat boys that spent their lives beating up and ridiculing your bread and butter crowd? Seriously, I know people who save up for months so they can afford to buy a ton of toys and stuff. And when I say "save up" I'm not referring to a few hundred bucks. They blow well over a grand. Sometimes over two grand. They aren't there for a Pop Culture Event. No, No Sir. They're hard earned dollars are there for a good ol' fashioned marathon of geekery and nerdasment.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Not a good day when you see a man get pulled out from under the train
I am still a little shaken up about this. I was coming home from downtown on the 'EL' Red Line. We stopped with just the first two cars into the Wilson stop. The lights go out, which is pretty ordinary. But then the train turns off completely. I'm still all focused on my book, and my music, and what the fuck. It's the EL. Things happen, and it gets held up all the time.
We sit. No word from the conductor. No prerecorded message about workers ahead, or the train being stopped but will be starting momentarily. I'm still engrossed in my book (about the resurgence of modesty) but become distracted by the sounds of many sirens coming, coming, and then not passing us. Then the conductor walks into our car. He looks frazzled and a bit shaken, and says that there has been an "incident" and we all have to make our way up to the front of the train and out onto the platform. We are about 5 or 6 cars back from there.
When I get out onto the platform, and by the front of the train I see a mass of emergency rescue workers. And then I see them pull a man out from under the front of the train. Other workers immediately started making us all get off the platform and onto the street.
It was a pretty horrendous sight and I'm a little sick to my stomach.
I ended up walking a few miles till I got ahold of someone to come and pick me up. I could have caught a variety of buses to get me home, but I needed to walk to try to shake the image out of my head.
People who were on the platform when it happened said the man jumped.
We sit. No word from the conductor. No prerecorded message about workers ahead, or the train being stopped but will be starting momentarily. I'm still engrossed in my book (about the resurgence of modesty) but become distracted by the sounds of many sirens coming, coming, and then not passing us. Then the conductor walks into our car. He looks frazzled and a bit shaken, and says that there has been an "incident" and we all have to make our way up to the front of the train and out onto the platform. We are about 5 or 6 cars back from there.
When I get out onto the platform, and by the front of the train I see a mass of emergency rescue workers. And then I see them pull a man out from under the front of the train. Other workers immediately started making us all get off the platform and onto the street.
It was a pretty horrendous sight and I'm a little sick to my stomach.
I ended up walking a few miles till I got ahold of someone to come and pick me up. I could have caught a variety of buses to get me home, but I needed to walk to try to shake the image out of my head.
People who were on the platform when it happened said the man jumped.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Summer in Chicago means Construction and Weddings.
I just had the longest weekend of my life. It was so long, that it's Thursday night and I'm just recovering from it.
We had TWO weddings. Both out of town. The first was last Thursday in Detroit. I know, right? Ew, Detroit. And I gotta say, for as inexpensive as real estate is down there, I should not have had to pay $276 for ONE NIGHT at a hotel. Not unless that room comes with a complimentary BJ for my husband.
That wedding was fun enough. It was the first time I can remember where my allergies actually came in handy. Normally I go to weddings and all I can eat is bread. But this time I got to eat TWO bowls of soup (one of which was the best split pea soup I have ever had) while everyone else got to eat afterbirth smothered chicken. It was so gross looking that even if I could have eaten it, I would have stuck with the dinner rolls and veggie plate. It was a super dry looking, stuffed chicken breast. Then, cherry pie filling straight from the can (it looks different after it's been cooked, I'm not just guessing) was globbed on top. ---About five years ago I was present at the birth of my good friend Tami's son. It was a powerful experience (powerful=scary and nauseating) that I feel blessed to have shared with her. But there were a few parts that I could have done without. Seeing her in so much pain for so long was not awesome for me. The apesiotomy made my vagina sad to watch. But mostly it was the afterbirth. Because for anyone who doesn't know, afterbirth looks like cherry pie filling with some mucus tossed in for good measure.
Then we had the rehearsal/rehearsal dinner for Mike's sister's wedding. Religious Jews don't do rehearsals, so I'm always amused when I have to attend one. But it usually means you get a good meal and free alcohol afterward, so I'm always happy with that. After dinner everyone went back to the house where Chris (the douche bag brother) continued to prove why Mike and I don't have anything to do with him. I'm not going to get into the sordid details, but lets just say he made a very uncomfortable scene with his father. Twice.
The next day was the wedding, which was held in their backyard. Side note: I've determined the ONLY reason to live in the middle of fucking-nowhere-not-even-a-suburb-because-you-are-so-far-from-anything-
resembling-a-city is the amount of land you can get for a reasonable price. Jen and Steve (and Dad) have like two acres of land. Which is a measurement that barely makes sense to someone who thinks in city terms. Lets just say it is real big. Like a block and a half. And they have a pond! With fish! they go fishing in their own backyard! it is all mind blowing to me. Anyhow, the wedding was beautiful. It rained at one point, but that is why God made tents, so it was fine. The matron of honor from hell gave a speech that was all about her. D-bag brother made an uncomfortable comment to me about his crotch being close to my face as he walked passed me while I was sitting down. The egg donor thought it would be an awesome idea to try to slow dance with Mike. Even though she thought it would be a good idea to ignore me all day regardless of the fact that I was being SUPER nice to her since it was Jenny's wedding day. You know what is a good way to win over my husband? Be rude to his wife. Brilliant decision. We ended up leaving early because (among other reasons) he couldn't take being around them any longer. He literally ran out of the tent when we left.
Oh, and I got into an altercation with the matron-of-honor from hell. I got fed up with her treating the bride and groom like her slaves. I do not like that woman. The only thing that saved her from a black eye was the way she acted once Jenny came back from her hair appointment.
This weekend I have another bachelorette party. The following weekend is another wedding. The 4th of July is another wedding... All told, this summer we have 9 weddings. So far. I'm so freaking tired already.
We had TWO weddings. Both out of town. The first was last Thursday in Detroit. I know, right? Ew, Detroit. And I gotta say, for as inexpensive as real estate is down there, I should not have had to pay $276 for ONE NIGHT at a hotel. Not unless that room comes with a complimentary BJ for my husband.
That wedding was fun enough. It was the first time I can remember where my allergies actually came in handy. Normally I go to weddings and all I can eat is bread. But this time I got to eat TWO bowls of soup (one of which was the best split pea soup I have ever had) while everyone else got to eat afterbirth smothered chicken. It was so gross looking that even if I could have eaten it, I would have stuck with the dinner rolls and veggie plate. It was a super dry looking, stuffed chicken breast. Then, cherry pie filling straight from the can (it looks different after it's been cooked, I'm not just guessing) was globbed on top. ---About five years ago I was present at the birth of my good friend Tami's son. It was a powerful experience (powerful=scary and nauseating) that I feel blessed to have shared with her. But there were a few parts that I could have done without. Seeing her in so much pain for so long was not awesome for me. The apesiotomy made my vagina sad to watch. But mostly it was the afterbirth. Because for anyone who doesn't know, afterbirth looks like cherry pie filling with some mucus tossed in for good measure.
Then we had the rehearsal/rehearsal dinner for Mike's sister's wedding. Religious Jews don't do rehearsals, so I'm always amused when I have to attend one. But it usually means you get a good meal and free alcohol afterward, so I'm always happy with that. After dinner everyone went back to the house where Chris (the douche bag brother) continued to prove why Mike and I don't have anything to do with him. I'm not going to get into the sordid details, but lets just say he made a very uncomfortable scene with his father. Twice.
The next day was the wedding, which was held in their backyard. Side note: I've determined the ONLY reason to live in the middle of fucking-nowhere-not-even-a-suburb-because-you-are-so-far-from-anything-
resembling-a-city is the amount of land you can get for a reasonable price. Jen and Steve (and Dad) have like two acres of land. Which is a measurement that barely makes sense to someone who thinks in city terms. Lets just say it is real big. Like a block and a half. And they have a pond! With fish! they go fishing in their own backyard! it is all mind blowing to me. Anyhow, the wedding was beautiful. It rained at one point, but that is why God made tents, so it was fine. The matron of honor from hell gave a speech that was all about her. D-bag brother made an uncomfortable comment to me about his crotch being close to my face as he walked passed me while I was sitting down. The egg donor thought it would be an awesome idea to try to slow dance with Mike. Even though she thought it would be a good idea to ignore me all day regardless of the fact that I was being SUPER nice to her since it was Jenny's wedding day. You know what is a good way to win over my husband? Be rude to his wife. Brilliant decision. We ended up leaving early because (among other reasons) he couldn't take being around them any longer. He literally ran out of the tent when we left.
Oh, and I got into an altercation with the matron-of-honor from hell. I got fed up with her treating the bride and groom like her slaves. I do not like that woman. The only thing that saved her from a black eye was the way she acted once Jenny came back from her hair appointment.
This weekend I have another bachelorette party. The following weekend is another wedding. The 4th of July is another wedding... All told, this summer we have 9 weddings. So far. I'm so freaking tired already.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The Happiest Couple In The World.
For our one year anniversary, our friend Joe put this little video together for us. I think it is absolutely hysterical.
My Cherry Has Been Popped
Mike and I were in Antioch all weekend and Sunday night I got to have my first tornado experience. There were terrible storms all weekend, and there were several tornado sightings not too too far from Mike's sister's house Saturday night. But we were all cool, and never heard any sirens from the town over. But then last night the weather got nuts again. The skies got dark, the lightening was insanely cool to look at, and the wind was so strong I was having a hard time standing straight. We had the kids play in the basement so they'd be there just in case. Then we heard the sirens going off in the next town over. They have a weather radio thing that just goes off on it's own when it is anything other than sunny and 73, and the thing was freaking out. Beeping and blaring about tornadoes.
At this point, I'm getting a little freaked out. I grew up in Skokie IL. The worst odd weather anomaly we had, was in the 80's there was a flood. But I don't have time to think about it because the kids are getting really scared, and Collin, the youngest one won't stop talking about how we are all in 'great danger' because the tornadoes are coming to get us. So I was trying to get him to calm the fuck down and stop freaking out his sisters. So then I hear the sirens go off a few blocks away. All the adults look at each other and head down. Mike grabbed his computer, lol, because even if tornadoes are coming he has work to do... Being that I've never had to worry about a tornado before I wasn't sure what to grab, so I grabbed my purse that was right there, and a pair of shoes. Not sure why I grabbed the shoes, but whatever. They were right there, so I grabbed them. We all went into the reinforced concrete room, and hung out for a while. Steve had grabbed a bowl of popcorn, and Jenny had grabbed some blankets. So after we got the kids to stop crying we cuddled up in the blankets and munched on popcorn while telling stories. About 45 minutes later the sirens turned off and we came back up stairs. Everything was cool and untouched. Which is really really good because aside from the obvious reasons you wouldn't want a tornado by your house, Jenny and Steve are supposed to be getting married Saturday in their backyard.
So anyway, my tornado cherry has officially been popped.
At this point, I'm getting a little freaked out. I grew up in Skokie IL. The worst odd weather anomaly we had, was in the 80's there was a flood. But I don't have time to think about it because the kids are getting really scared, and Collin, the youngest one won't stop talking about how we are all in 'great danger' because the tornadoes are coming to get us. So I was trying to get him to calm the fuck down and stop freaking out his sisters. So then I hear the sirens go off a few blocks away. All the adults look at each other and head down. Mike grabbed his computer, lol, because even if tornadoes are coming he has work to do... Being that I've never had to worry about a tornado before I wasn't sure what to grab, so I grabbed my purse that was right there, and a pair of shoes. Not sure why I grabbed the shoes, but whatever. They were right there, so I grabbed them. We all went into the reinforced concrete room, and hung out for a while. Steve had grabbed a bowl of popcorn, and Jenny had grabbed some blankets. So after we got the kids to stop crying we cuddled up in the blankets and munched on popcorn while telling stories. About 45 minutes later the sirens turned off and we came back up stairs. Everything was cool and untouched. Which is really really good because aside from the obvious reasons you wouldn't want a tornado by your house, Jenny and Steve are supposed to be getting married Saturday in their backyard.
So anyway, my tornado cherry has officially been popped.
Friday, June 6, 2008
My Store Is A Toddler!!
Today is my store's THREE year birthday/anniversary! Three years! Man! I feel proud and happy and accomplished! It has been a hard road, but completely worth it. Yay for me!
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So in similar news... Some girls celebrated their friend's birthday in here this morning. Two girls decorated a dressing room and then hid. A little while later the birthday girl, her mom and five other friends came in to go shopping. When it was time for her to try stuff on, I directed her to the dressing room containing her friends, and they exploded out. The poor girl nearly had a heart attack. It was really cute, and I was happy that they wanted to include my store in their celebration! especially since they then obviously went shopping and bought loads of stuff. So yay for birthdays!!
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So in similar news... Some girls celebrated their friend's birthday in here this morning. Two girls decorated a dressing room and then hid. A little while later the birthday girl, her mom and five other friends came in to go shopping. When it was time for her to try stuff on, I directed her to the dressing room containing her friends, and they exploded out. The poor girl nearly had a heart attack. It was really cute, and I was happy that they wanted to include my store in their celebration! especially since they then obviously went shopping and bought loads of stuff. So yay for birthdays!!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Old Lady Boobies
I have a gripe.
Occasionally an older woman will come into my store and want to try something on. They will stand in the dressing room, but they will not close the curtain. And then they will continue to talk to me, or ask for things so I end up seeing old lady boob. Gross. Sometimes they will be standing in the middle of the store and start taking off their shirts. WTF? Do we, with age, lose our modesty?
And really. Even if YOU (nameless old lady,) are comfortable with your bare (or bra-ed up) torso, I am not. So please, close the curtain. Keep you shirt on in the middle of the store. For my sake.
Occasionally an older woman will come into my store and want to try something on. They will stand in the dressing room, but they will not close the curtain. And then they will continue to talk to me, or ask for things so I end up seeing old lady boob. Gross. Sometimes they will be standing in the middle of the store and start taking off their shirts. WTF? Do we, with age, lose our modesty?
And really. Even if YOU (nameless old lady,) are comfortable with your bare (or bra-ed up) torso, I am not. So please, close the curtain. Keep you shirt on in the middle of the store. For my sake.
Dad
My dad has diabetes. He has had diabetes since he was 16. When he was younger the doctors told him he wouldn't live to be 35. He and my mom got married thinking that he would die very young. As it turns out, medical advancements have helped him a great deal and he is still with us. He is still working, he still has all of his limbs, and for the most part, he is very gosh darn healthy. Or so I thought. He called me this morning to tell me that he and my mom are going to help me so I can pay for the medical bills that are beginning to pile up. Which is so super awesome of them, and I really appreciate it. But anyhow, he mentions that he isn't feeling so good. Which is kinda common place really. Aside from the diabetes he inherited what we call the "Freid Stomach" from him mom's side of the family. Which means he has a sensitive stomach that bothers him regardless of what he eats. So he is never feeling 100%. But that isn't what he meant. For a while now his doctors have been trying different things to keep him kidneys from failing. But nothing is working, and he is going to have to go on dialysis. Not tomorrow, but sooner rather than later. Which brings up so many questions. Is he going to be able to keep working? Is he going to be forced into retirement because he won't be able to travel anymore?
He also let me know that his heart isn't doing very good. He is 55. But he has had diabetes since he was 16. Which means the "real age" of his heart is 94 (his real age plus the amount of years he's had diabetes.) 94!! Holy crap. Now here is the thing. As far as I understand it, there isn't anything terribly wrong with his heart. It is just really really old. But what can they do about that? Nothing. He would never qualify for a heart transplant because of his condition.
I know that in reality, I need to be happy that his condition has remained to stable for so long. He has lived twenty years longer than the doctor's had originally thought, and it's not like he got a death sentence. I'm just having a tough time coming to grips with the fact that my dad is not going to live forever. I'm only 27, and I don't want to think about this stuff for a long time.
He also let me know that his heart isn't doing very good. He is 55. But he has had diabetes since he was 16. Which means the "real age" of his heart is 94 (his real age plus the amount of years he's had diabetes.) 94!! Holy crap. Now here is the thing. As far as I understand it, there isn't anything terribly wrong with his heart. It is just really really old. But what can they do about that? Nothing. He would never qualify for a heart transplant because of his condition.
I know that in reality, I need to be happy that his condition has remained to stable for so long. He has lived twenty years longer than the doctor's had originally thought, and it's not like he got a death sentence. I'm just having a tough time coming to grips with the fact that my dad is not going to live forever. I'm only 27, and I don't want to think about this stuff for a long time.
Whoopsers
On my way to work this morning I passed a pair of men's plaid boxers on the side of the road.
How does one lose one's boxers exactly? Don't you realize they are missing?
How does one lose one's boxers exactly? Don't you realize they are missing?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Less awesome news today
I just got off the phone with the specialist I've been seeing. I asked for him to call me because I thought the medication he put me on was causing chest pains. But it turns out he doesn't think they are being caused by the medication since I stopped taking it almost a week ago and I'm still having the pains. He said it might be a valve issue. A valve issue? Not cool. What the frick happened to the me who was always so healthy? Now I have mysterious pains that no one an figure out, and I'm being lobbed from one doctor to another. My bank account is crying, and I'm sick of it. Figure out what is wrong with me, and give me medicine and let me feel better! I seriously feel like a crazy person who makes weird ailments to get attention. And oddly, this all leads back to how much I despise Mike's mom, because she does things like that. So I'm almost afraid to tell anyone about whats been going on, lest they think I'm anything like her.
Ech. I don't want to think about this anymore. Today is a wonderful and happy day. I'll think about this shit tomorrow.
Ech. I don't want to think about this anymore. Today is a wonderful and happy day. I'll think about this shit tomorrow.
So Amazing
Mike is amazing. He is working really hard to make today very very special. At midnight last night he gave me a necklace that matches my engagement ring.
Then a little bit ago, I got a delivery at work. A huge bouquet of roses. A teddy bear. And a bunch of helium balloons: I Love You! - Congratulations! (that one looks like it is meant for a graduation) - Thinking Of You! - Thanks For Everything You Do! - Happy Birthday!
LOL. He told the guy to just put a bunch of random balloons in there. He is so funny. And tonight we are going out for dinner and then hopefully hitting up the late showing of Indiana Jones. So all in all it is a fantastic One Year Anniversary.
Then a little bit ago, I got a delivery at work. A huge bouquet of roses. A teddy bear. And a bunch of helium balloons: I Love You! - Congratulations! (that one looks like it is meant for a graduation) - Thinking Of You! - Thanks For Everything You Do! - Happy Birthday!
LOL. He told the guy to just put a bunch of random balloons in there. He is so funny. And tonight we are going out for dinner and then hopefully hitting up the late showing of Indiana Jones. So all in all it is a fantastic One Year Anniversary.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Prince is pro-modesty, or anti-whore clothes. Either way he continues to be the coolest guy around.
"See, cursing was cool when nobody was doing it. Or just a couple people. Like, if everybody wears the same clothes, then it's, you know-it ain't cool no more. You're trying to be different. One can't be different by being racy today. It's not interesting anymore. See, sexiness was in the mind. It was in your imagination. When you lose that, then...it's just old skin." -Prince
I couldn't have said it better.
I couldn't have said it better.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Mike's mom was wrong! We are still married!
Two days from now will be our one year anniversary! Yay! We had a great party last night to celebrate. Yeah, we are those people. The ones who make their family and friends share in their constant happiness all the time. I'm pretty sure we are still doing something just the two of us on Tuesday, but that party was really great. I actually had a conversation with Mike's business partner, which would be the first one we've ever had. Debbie nicely nailed Amber on not actually being a vegan since she eats dairy and wears leather. Leah's future husband showed his general ignorance for life and what makes a decent human being and used the N-word a bunch of times. He also argued that Puerto Ricans are not Americans and that they are taking our jobs (yeah, he really said that.) Unfortunately for him he fails to realize that if "those people" are "stealing" his jobs, then he sucks at life, because he is 30 something and washes dishes, and deserves competition for that job. He later said he can't be a racist because he is marrying a kike. He is a winner. He is also lucky I wasn't in the room when he said all of those things or he would have gotten kicked in the junk and then kicked out of my house. But Leah got to me first and begged me not to do anything. Did I mention they are getting married July 4th? Once again, not many of Mike's friends came. I'm truly confused by them. 90% of them have known him since they were little kids, but they don't make the effort to maintain the friendship. It's dicky. That is not to say that no one came. Josh was out of town, and Steve had some thing today. But Kyle, Dink, Darrin, Q, and nameless city guy with a dog named 'Scout' (AKA Herpes) came. We had a wall pin-up Flamingo that looks like it is giving birth (HOT!) and a ton of other rad-tastic decorations. People who hadn't been over before were amazed by two things. 1)The hugeness of our apartment. 2)The amount of alcohol we have in the house at all times. And I didn't put out any of the wine or champagne. Oh, it was Luau themed which is why we had all the decorations. Joe made a stellar short that was a take on those Most Interesting Man In The World commercials, but it was about me and Mike as the Most Interesting Couple In The World. And he brought the video of New Years 06' where mike is on camera telling the exact way he was planning on proposing. I can't believe a bunch of people heard him and didn't tell me. Not that I am complaining of course. I am just impressed that they kept their mouths shut. After the bulk of the people left a bunch of us sat around drunkenly talking about comic books and watching Top Gear. It was really great.
It is blowing my mind that we've been married a year. So much has happened. All the insanity with his mom that took too much of our time and emotions. I get that she is actually insane. And I get that I will never have the mother-in-law I always assumed I'd have. It is just a shame that on top of her real mental issues, she is mean and spiteful and manipulative and selfish and self serving. She put Mike and his siblings (and the rest of the family) through hell their whole lives. Thank god Mike is done with her and I don't have to kill her for continually hurting him in the future. We've also been dealing with some strange health issues on my end that has been pretty stressful. I'm going to go into the long and annoying details, but the doctor isn't quite sure what is wrong with me, and my insurance sucks. Unsure doctors + bad insurance = lots of painful medical bills. Plus we are constantly dealing with the stress of both of us owning our own companies. Sure it sounds great, but the work is immeasurable, and when you are the owner, you are the last person to get paid. So yeah, our mutual stress level is pretty high. But we are good about not taking it out on each other.
So, not having anything to do with my marriage... I had an article written about me in Oy Chicago Magazine. I thought it was going to be about my store, but no, it was about me. Which is fine. I'm not clamoring for fame, and feel weird about the attention quite honestly. But if it helps the store, then I will give all the interviews magazines want. Unless Jugs comes a-knocking. I might have to turn them down. But yay, this makes two articles in two different publications! Does using the word Publications sound pretentious?
All in all things are good. I'm going to be gross and gooey and say that I love Mike more and more everyday, and he makes me happier than I ever thought possible. I feel amazingly lucky to be married to such a funny, moral, smart, caring, strong person. And everything we've had to deal with has been worth it because it means I get to wake up to him every morning.
It is blowing my mind that we've been married a year. So much has happened. All the insanity with his mom that took too much of our time and emotions. I get that she is actually insane. And I get that I will never have the mother-in-law I always assumed I'd have. It is just a shame that on top of her real mental issues, she is mean and spiteful and manipulative and selfish and self serving. She put Mike and his siblings (and the rest of the family) through hell their whole lives. Thank god Mike is done with her and I don't have to kill her for continually hurting him in the future. We've also been dealing with some strange health issues on my end that has been pretty stressful. I'm going to go into the long and annoying details, but the doctor isn't quite sure what is wrong with me, and my insurance sucks. Unsure doctors + bad insurance = lots of painful medical bills. Plus we are constantly dealing with the stress of both of us owning our own companies. Sure it sounds great, but the work is immeasurable, and when you are the owner, you are the last person to get paid. So yeah, our mutual stress level is pretty high. But we are good about not taking it out on each other.
So, not having anything to do with my marriage... I had an article written about me in Oy Chicago Magazine. I thought it was going to be about my store, but no, it was about me. Which is fine. I'm not clamoring for fame, and feel weird about the attention quite honestly. But if it helps the store, then I will give all the interviews magazines want. Unless Jugs comes a-knocking. I might have to turn them down. But yay, this makes two articles in two different publications! Does using the word Publications sound pretentious?
All in all things are good. I'm going to be gross and gooey and say that I love Mike more and more everyday, and he makes me happier than I ever thought possible. I feel amazingly lucky to be married to such a funny, moral, smart, caring, strong person. And everything we've had to deal with has been worth it because it means I get to wake up to him every morning.
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