November 2009

My weird ass dream

Such a weird ass dream I had last night : We were staying at some hotel, I don't know where. In the public/lounging areas of the hotel were most of you bloggers that I read regularly. Stephane and I were staying in a hotel room which had 2 double beds. They weren't there, but in my dream I knew that my ex and his girlfriend were staying in that other bed. (How ridiculous is that! hehe.) When we went to drop off our stuff in our room, I noticed that their bed was unmade.. they had already been sleeping there.. and it looked as though the bed hadn't been done in a long time, because I could see stains. Out of curiousity, I flipped the blankets back and saw that the sheets were covered in Chef Boyardee stains. (Don't ask me why I knew it was from Chef Boyardee as opposed to any other red sauce.. it's not like I licked the sheets, even in this crazy dream hehe.) Then, for some reason, I decided to lift the mattress and look between the mattress and boxspring. There was a BABY in there... left to die by my ex and his gf. WTH! 

At this point in my dream I don't know where Steph went. I went in the lounge, hysterical, and a group of you brought me to a more private area because I was hyperventilating and crying so much that I couldn't talk. Mindy was holding my shoulders, looking at me in the eyes, trying to calm me down. I was trying to explain what had happened, but my mouth was so incredibly dry I could barely speak. I was trying to tell Mindy about the baby and how we had to go get it, but my mouth was so dry that my lips would stick on my teeth.

And then I woke up with the tip of my tongue really really dry, as if I had been sleeping with my tongue sticking out, like my dog.

Bullets Count.

  • Today was a loooong day! I had to be at the office AT 7h30am, and I had to stay there through lunch.
  • Tomorrow is the day of my mom's appointment with her oncologist. Fingers crossed so hard. Please let it be good news! 
  • I am procrastinating. I wrote 2 bullets about 2 hours ago. I have 3 hours to post before this post turns into a pumpkin.
  • Remember how I was craving fun fun fun not long ago? Now all I want to do is come home straight after work and put my PJ's on and relax. I don't even feel like going to the STP concert anymore. I can't seem to make time for my friends. Maybe it's the time of year? 
  • The other day I bought 100% recycled toilet paper and tissues. I like the planet and everything, but I don't like my orifices raw. Maybe there are softer options out there? 
  • Bah, that's it. I'm off. I'm exhausted.

Missing : A little square piece..

The hard thing about blogging daily, is that it seems like I have to blog before something blog-worthy happens in my life... Therefore I have to try of something that has already happened that I haven't blogged about before. I've been blogging since about 2001, but this particular blog has been around since 2004. (Although if you look in the archives I had gone on a little deleting spree at some point and deleted most of 2004. (It was just too dark and depressing.)

I guess I'll tell you about the weird thing that happened this morning... At 6h30 this morning, Steph woke up because he felt pain in his leff calf.. he touched his calf and there was a little blood... He ran to the bathroom, then he ran back in the bedroom, flicked the lights on max, and asked me to check it out: 

"What is that? Do you think a vein or a blood clot exploded?" 
I said "Does it feel like the worst charlie horse cramp  x 3 ?" 
"No, it only hurts on the skin".

He has this perfectly square piece of skin missing on his left calf.. it's approximately 1cm x 1cm. We inspected the bed and didn't find anything sharp or anything at all.. The only thing we can think of is - Did one of the dogs accidentally scrached his leg and somehow taken a square piece of skin off?

Please don't tell me there are bugs that take square bites :-s

The Story of Steph and Nancy

Here's a request from Sarah : Tell the story of you & Steph. You know, meeting, falling in love, all that mushy gushy stuff. I'm going to copy paste this Blog Challenge from Heather that I originally wrote on July 11, 2007. But I might add some mush at the end hehe.

BTW, when I tell the story of how Steph and I met, if I'm telling it to people from my generation I tell the truth (we met online). When I tell older people I say "we met at a party" (which we did, after we met online hehe. We met at the party in person for the first time.) Because if I tell them I met Steph online they're all shocked and "You met on the internet? How could you trust anyone from the internet? etc." I'm sure that many of you would agree that when you spend a lot of time writing/emailing/chatting with someone online, sometimes you get to know them really really fast and well. I don't mean when you meet a person online and spend 2 hours chatting with them. I mean when you meet someone online and you talk daily for months/years.

In 1999 : I was going out with Sean, and a group of us (irc nerds) always went out for breakfast at Doc Dylan's followed by either Pool at Dooly's or a movie, every Sunday around noon. That 'Sunday Ritual' went on for a long time, with different people in the ritual group depending on who was in town etc. Well Steph used to be part of the ritual, before I started dating Sean, but he was away to college. So we had friends in common, I had heard about him, seen pics of him etc, but I had never met him. Then when Sean and I stopped dating is when Steph returned from college and resumed the ritual. weird huh hehe.

Sean and I used to chat online while we were both at work. He says : Hey did you know that Ironwall also works for the Summit? (That's when all of us were spending all our free time chatting on #moncton on efnet - irc.) So later that day Ironwall messages me and he says "So apparently you also work for the Francophonie Summit? I say : well I actually work on a different site at the "Village de la Francophonie" I think we chatted 5 minutes and that was it. We both had bf/gf's then.

In 2000 : PJ_GIRL is lonely in Africa and Ironwall is lonely in NB because things were going downhill with his ex gf. We started talking on irc again. It turned into an everyday thing. I was going with J and he was with L but soon after they broke up.

In 2001 : We were chatting on irc every day, for at least 2 hours a day. I always looked forward to chatting with him, he was one of my best 'internet friends'. I was living in Bathurst with J, he was living in Fredericton with his parents (between college and his first real job.) One day he said that he got a job in Moncton and that he was moving, didn't know when he would have internet set up again, etc. Not long after I convinced J that it was time for us to move to Moncton too. When I got the internet I immediately went online, on irc and wrote in the channel : Has anyone seen Ironwall lately? and Megz (I wonder what he's up to now hehe) said : Yeah he was online last night. I said : OMG, do you know where abouts Moncton he moved to? Megz said : Yeah, on McLaughlin Dr. I say : Me too! So we had moved literally across the street from each other hehe.

That week we were chatting on irc and CJCW was having an "irc party" at his place, and that's where I met Stephane AND Tina (Scatterbrain) for the first time hehe.

The rest is history, you all know the rest. We have been together for 8.5 years, married for 6.5.. time flies! 

Bonus Added Nablopomo mush : 

That very first night that we met in person at CJ's party, Tina, Steph and I left at the same time, and we went to the little park behind my appartment complex, and we swung on those swings, under the stars, late into the night. At some point Tina left and Steph and I continued swinging for a couple more hours. At some point he starts speaking to me in french!! I nearly fell on my ass! We had been talking in english all night, I had no idea that he spoke french! I think I fell for him right then and there, the cute chiac accent sealed the deal hehe. (Now I don't even hear it anymore, I've been living here for so long that I speak like a Monctonian.)

This is proving to be quite the challenge!

I was almost done writing this blog entry about how I'm finding it challenging to find the discipline to blog every single day! And we're only Nov 6! Hehe. And then Firefox crashed and I lost my draft! Note to self : Bug Steph to add auto-save module.

I have a hard time with time limits. When something says that it can be frozen up to 4 months, I think "That's IT?" When the oil change light goes "bing!" in the car, I think "Not already?" When I go shopping for dairy, I reach all the way to the back for the longest expiration date. Every 5th week when my Outlook reminder pops up with "Buy Office Lotto Tickets!" I check to make sure I had really scheduled it right, it can't be 5 weeks already? This summer when my Dr. asked when my last pap test was, I answered "Oh, it must be near a year... I don't remember for sure.." So she checks in my chart : THREE years ago!! I know! (Don't worry, she scheduled me for one ASAP!) So everynight now I think "Shit, i've got X amount of hours left to blog!". Time goes too darn fast!! 

I've been whining that time flies too too too fast! Seriously, how am I supposed to enjoy life if the days, weeks, even months are whizzing by? Then I thought about something tonight... Maybe it's true what they say - Time flies when you're having fun? 

A story about a time when I felt different from everyone else

Nablopomo Request # 3 : A story about a time when you felt different from everyone else - From Melly. 

This kind of feels like cheating, but really it would be impossible to write this story before the end of Nablopomo! The story starts on August 13, 1979, and hopefully there are still many more chapter to be written.

I don't think that I have ever, for one minute or even one second, NOT felt different from everyone else. I was always fatter, poorer, slower (physically), more timid, more anxious, more awkward and weirder than everyone else. I've never quite fit in anywhere. Sometimes I find a nice medium sized octagonal hole into which I can squeeze my large round self. But I never feel like I feel truly TRULY fit in. Anywhere. Not at work, not in my family, not in any church, not in any clubs or associations... I just never truly feel like I fit in! 

Except.. here. On this blog. This is 100% me. I feel like I can only ever be the real me when I write without censuring myself.

A Wedding Story! *Cue TLC sappy music*

Woah, two in a day! 
I thought I'd sneak in Nablopomo Request # 2 - From both Mrs. Lukie and Melly : 

- What was your wedding like? :)
- I second Melly's request for a wedding post :)

But I decided that I would search for and re-post the original Wedding Story - Circa 2003, because the details were still all fresh back then. I just re-read it again, and it's amazing how fast you forget the little details! So this one won't count for Nablopomo because I don't think you're supposed to copy paste old entries hehe.

PS - I think that we can all see that my writing skills have improved a little bit in the past 6+ years! I hope anyway... Oh and you might want to make sure you're comfortable... it's quite the novel hehe. You didn't ask about pre-wedding stuff but it was part of the original sappy story so here it is : 

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 ****June 26th, 2003 - The day we were leaving to go up home! (Thursday)
I drove DF to work that morning (My last day of work was monday, so I could run around town to get every last detail ready, but DF couldn't get off work untill thursday night.) My father came over with his pick up truck at 11 a.m. and we went to the Imagination Decor place so he could pick up my (expensive LOL!) cherubin statues and roman arch... Dad sat all 4 cherubin angels in the back seat and buckled them up it was too funny! LOL Me and Dad then went to eat at our favorite chinese buffet, he was telling me how so many of his co-workers (truckers) were invited to the wedding that his bosses had started to ask if my wedding was a national holiday now LOL!

At 2 p.m. I went to have my acrylic nails and french manicure done. I wasn't too impressed with the results.. I hadn't bothered to make an appointment with my former nail.. person (?), and this 14 year old girl; the salon owner's daughter; did my nails. They didn't look natural enough, they looked like claws (No one else noticed untill I pointed it out.. but you know how you want every single detail to be perfect...hehe!) I ended up having my nails removed the day I left for the honeymoon I just couldn't stand them anymore. But for the pictures and everything they will look fine I'm sure.

At 3:30 p.m. I went to medes spa for my massage!!Mmmm! (Very Highly recommended in the few days preceeding the wedding!)

At 5 p.m. I picked up DF from work, and the 2 GM's we were driving with us, and we went home and packed in a big hurry (Can you believe that I hadn't even had time to pack yet.. I was still doing laundry for honeymoon clothes!) We started our 3 hour drive at 9 p.m. and were at my parent's place at midnight. My mother was seriously freaking out over how much sewing she still had to do, and I could have sworn that my father, sitting outside alone on the porch, was drunk even though I maybe saw him drunk about twice in my whole life! (my parents just aren't drinkers at all!) We drove to steph's parents where my FMIL and MOH stayed up to talk with me and calm me down... they also found other people to help with the sewing! Bless their hearts.

****June 27th, 2003 - The day before the big day! (Friday)

Thank god mom had had some sleep and reassurance that she was getting more help and she became somewhat normal again, stress-wise.

I started the day at 8 a.m. at the shoemaker's, because I wanted to try my last option before totally giving up on my shoes for the ceremony. (I had already decided (thank god) that I was going to wear the ballerina slippers for the reception). Bless the shoemaker's heart he was able to cut every single strap and add extensions at places which couldn't be seen at all, and then my shoes were fitting perfectly!! (Or so I thought until I had to walk fast when we were running late to get to the church and the shoes started to slip out they were actually too big! LOL oh well.. one of those things that didn't matter one bit in the end.)

Me, MOH and FMIL spent the remaining of the day running around town (literally) for last minute things.. believe it or not I had to find and buy a cake topper the day before the wedding!!!! We were going to use my parent's topper which they had at their wedding 25 years ago, and my mother couldn't find it ! (geez you'd thing she would have looked sooner than the day before the wedding!) The cake topper was one thing I was really really dissapointed about... So I really wanted to find a topper that I would LOVE and keep as my own souvenir... and I ended up paying way too much BUT the topper was just adorable.. One of those "precious moments" ones.

We had the rehearsal at 7 p.m, and one of the BM's (the same one that left early on my bachelorette party...) didn't even show up! I was pretty ticked off, but there was so much more going on that I didn't even mention it too much to her the next day.

We had record breaking heats that day, and we were just about to melt at the rehearsal. Everyone was emotional, it was weird... then at 8 p.m. we had a final meeting with our photographer/videographer team, and at 9 p.m. we all gathered at one of the BM's (DH's cousin) and we gave the wedding party their gifts they were a hit!.. then we all had a refreshing and relaxing pool party! fun fun!

Me and DF slept over at his parents house. (We were getting married in our parents town, 3 hours away from our own house.) My mother already had 2 good friends as guests and besides her house was way too full with wedding stuff!

****June 28th, 2003 - The Wedding Day!

At 12h00 a.m. The first hour of our wedding day, me and Stephane were still together! LOL We were at Pelletier's, in Nigadoo, where they have the best poutines ever! Mmmm! My brother and Jim (one of the GM's) were there eating (pigging out) with us. Around 1 a.m. Stephane and I kissed Goodnight and he went with Jim (him and the Best Man and all the GM's were sleeping over at steph's parents) and my brother and I went to sleep at our parent's house. (Where I had to sleep with 2 fans directly pointed at me in order to not die from the heat!)

Our wedding cake (that she had done herself) was sitting on the counter all dissembled but still so pretty. Mom and dad were in bed, and when they heard me and my brother my mom called me over for a goodnight kiss. I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed and fell asleep at 2 a.m. I had absolutely no problem sleeping despite the record breaking heat we were having! I was just dead tired.

(I was told that at) 4:30 a.m. My mother in law and her sister Nicole and my MOH's mother JUST got done sewing the flowergirl and bridesmaids dresses!!! They went to sleep at 5 a.m. !

In the morning when I woke up around 9 a.m., Everyone was already gone to decorate the hall. There had been a wedding at our venue on the Friday night and we were only allowed to go decorate on the saturday morning.. and the wedding was at 2 p.m!! Mom round up a good decorating team and I guess that it went well. Mom and dad had 2 close friends staying over in their camping trailer in their backyard. When I got up Ruth (the friend) was still wrapping little pieces of cake for guests to take home omg. She looked so tired poor her, her husband Robert was sitting at the table cutting the ribbon and she was wrapping LOL! I felt so bad for them that I immediately joined them and all three of us were wrapping little cakes and talking... untill I forgot about the time!!!

Well I jumped up, ran in the shower, forgot to not wash my hair LOL (It didn't matter in the end my hair stayed for like 3 days! haha!) When I was all squeaky clean Robert offered to drive me to the venue where my mom and the girls were all getting ready in a boardroom rented to that effect. The make up artist and the hairdresser were FREAKING out! They were saying that I would never be ready in time!

The photographer and the videographer were filming everything, through the good and the bad; The flowergirl's dress's hem, which had taken 3 hours to hand-sew during the night, was too long!! Poor 3 year old Genevieve was tripping over her dress! Annick and Guylaine went to try on their dresses and came back fuming because Guylaine's dress made her look fat, and Annick had lost some weight since her last fitting and the dress was actually too big for her therefore honestly made her look real fat.

He was also filming when I was complaining that my mother was freaking out too much! haha! I never panicked. I told guylaine that the dresses wasn't that bad on her (it honestly wasn't, she was just not used to wearing not-so-tight-fitting clothing.) I told Annick to just carry her bouquet in front of her dress like she would be doing anyways and no one will notice. The flowergirl's dress got taken to a relative's to shorten the dress (and every single layer underneath) with an overlock machine. It turned out great! Everyone kept asking me how come I wasn't more panicked. I kept replying that my mother was freaking out enough for the two of us lol!

The hairdresser was checking her watch like crazy while she was whipping me up the cutest updo... Then I realized that my tummy was grumbling because I hadn't eaten since the night before!!! Since we were getting ready in a hotel boardroom my MOH and one BM ordered room service to order a burger and fries for me. I looked like a goofball eating my fries as fast as I could in between huge clouds of hairspray, it was hilarious.. they were taking pictures that I can't wait to see.

When my hair was done I switched to the make up artist while my mother was yelling : "GO GO GO we have to get going! The antique car has been waiting for quite some time!". The poor make up girl was trying to put on my make up while her hands were shaking like crazy, I kept trying to reassure her that it was ok to just take her time that they couldn't start without me! When she was done it took me about 2 minutes to put my garter on, crinoline, bra, deodorant, dress, the whole thing! haha! (You would have had to be there, every one was running everywhere!) Me and my nervous dad finally were in the beautiful 1932 silver chevy, driving to the church.

I was only about 15 minutes late to my wedding ! heehee!

When me and my dad got out of the antique car, there were about 15 of my family members that I hadn't seen in years standing on the church steps waiting to see me before the wedding, it was great to see them all but I was affraid they would make me start to tear up! (I came so close to ruining my make up on the drive to the church with dad, it was such a happy and special time for us!) Everyone kept telling me how beautiful and gorgeous I was.. All my old gang from up home were there it was so great to see them!

I truly felt like the prettiest woman in the world right then and there. I swear... I felt like a princess and I swear I must have looked like one too. The 'bridal glow' was without a doubt blushing my cheeks.

The priest had everyone lined up for the processional and then it all began. The bridal party walked slowly down the aisle to Pachelbel's Canon in D minor, the flowergirl and the ringbearer were the cutest couple of 3 year olds ever! I cannot describe the feeling I was feeling right then and there. I don't think I've even been able to identify that feeling myself. It felt as if I was numb, only then realizing that it was actually here, our wedding day! And then again I felt ready to burst because of all the emotions going through me!

Me and my father started walking down the aisle to the ever so 'this is it' notes of "The bridal march (here comes the bride)" I wanted to look DF in the eyes right I as started walking, but I was affraid that I would start to tear up. So instead, I started to look in the pews at all the 200 faces staring at the bride - me. I saw everyone's red faces and when I saw one of my old best friends, Caroline, with tears streaming down her red face... that's when I decided that I would look in DF's eyes because I was going to cry no matter what!

All through the ceremony I was grinning ear to ear to the point that my cheeks were hurting but I couldn't stop grinning. I could see that DF was so nervous, and it made it that much sweeter! We did this great thing during the ceremony where our parents each put their right hand on our shoulders and they blessed us.. it was so touching. We were kissing as husband and wife before I knew it. Then we walked back up the aisle, married! At that precise moment, all I can remember is that I was the happiest woman in the world. The flowergirl and ringbearer were walking down the aisle hand in hand they were soo cute!

We exited the church and family members and friends were coming from all sides to shake our hands, kiss us and wish us their best. I remember being so thirsty that I felt as if my mouth was going to stay glued shut at the next kiss. One of the GMs, fortunately, had a bottle of water.. phew! (My advice to you, make sure you have water for when everyone is congratulating you!)
Me and Stephane got in the back of the antique car and drove all accross town to get to our photo location. The cars passing by kept honking the horn and waving to us and smiling and we truly felt like royalty hah! It was so much fun!

We got to the convent where they have nice greeneries and flowers, and we did a ton of pictures. There were so many moskitoes and general annoying, biting, flying bugs..it was sooo hot, and I had like a billion bugs in my veil. The bridal party (mostly the men part) were complaining about all of the above. When we were done all the group pictures we gave them a break and me and stephane alone with the photographers went to the beach for some pictures. I can't wait to see how they turned out! We did some really sweet ones! (mostly informal)

After the beach pictures it was time for us to get to our venue and start welcoming our guests to our reception! Sometime after we arrived at the hall I had to go pee so that was quite the weird-funny experience : the bridesmaids and the MOH trying to hold my dress up while I sit on the toilet haha!

When the time came, we were all introduced inside the reception and congratulated with applause. Then we sat down and dinner was served. The fruit punch was to die for!! The meal was great and the dessert was succulent! The party started with our first dance - Back at one by Brian McNight. Everyone gathered around us in a circle and blew bubbles to us! It was so funny and cute and romantic! Then one bubble went up my nose (of course only me and DH noticed! LMAO)

Then the father-daughter dance came. We danced to Butterfly kisses, and we didn't want to look in each others eyes for too long because we knew the bawling would start hehe! We held our tears back until the song was over and then I hugged my father as hard as I could (I hadn't hugged him since I was a kid..) and then I started to tear up.

The bouquet toss and the garter toss went as planned; the family arranged so that a long time dating couple in the family that should tie the knot soon catched those! teehee! We danced untill I think midnight until we were about to drop, we were dead tired! We said goodbye to everybody and did our thank you speech and left for our honeymoon suite. (In that same hotel)

When we opened the door to our room, balloons flew toward us. They had filled our room with burgundy, white and silver balloons from floor to ceiling and they had filled our hot tub with plastic antenna flowers! UGH! We were exhausted, DF started to complain about the mess when his cousin Tanya (a BM) jumped up from behind a big chair where she was hidden to film the whole thing! I screamed my head off and threw a bunch of balloons at her and you actually see it on film it's hilarious! Gladfully my parents and those who were aware of the trick being played on us came to our rescue to help us throw some balloons out into the reception hall so we could actually walk around in the room. We coudn't just stomp on the balloons since it was midnight and we didn't want to wake up the whole floor.

Everyone left when we only had about 50 balloons left in there lol! And the rest of the night is censored :P

Mrs. Nancy V! (With her head still in the clouds!)

I've come to realize...

Nablopomo Topic Request #1 - From the beautiful Mrs. Lukie : Do the "Realize" meme that has been floating around everyone's blogs as of late.

I've come to realize... that I've done this before!! Kind of.. When I saw this meme on everyone's blogs I thought : 1 - I've done this before (But I just re-read it and it's been tweaked and updated)  2 - Seeing the phrase "I've come to realize that" repeated over and over drives me nuts for some reason! But what wouldn't I do for my dear readers? 

You can find my realizations from TWO YEARS (I can't believe it's been that long!!) Here I can't believe that it's now two years later and I haven't lost more weight. That I've GAINED weight.

Here are my brand new 2009 realizations : 

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I LOVE: Me time. I need it on a regular basis. I need it often. If I don't have at least one weekend day without any plans, I get moody.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I SAY: more things on my blog that reveal the real me, than in real life. I often wonder if my family or other "real life" people in my life read my blog, and it scares terrifies me. But why? What's so wrong with the real me? 

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I AM: Weird. Broken.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I'VE LOST: My desire/obsession to keep my house sparking clean and organized. Right now, it's a disaster.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I HATE: that no matter how hard I try to help, some people in my life just aren't willing to do what it takes to better themselves and their situations. When am I going to stop trying to help others and start trying to help myself? 

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT MARRIAGE IS: Compromise. I can't imagine being married to someone you don't LOVE. Sometimes, compromising is so easy and the preferred option, just because you love making the person you love smile.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT THE BEST: Is not always needed. Why do we always want the best of everything? To be the best at anything? What's so wrong with some mediocrity in our lives? 

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE: Overly sensitive.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT LOVE: My husband to death.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT THE LAST TIME I CRIED: Was Sunday night, when mom called to say that the oncologist wanted to see her sooner, to discuss her scan.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT, WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING: I always feel miserable. Always! I can't even imagine what it's like to wake up feeling rested and refreshed. I know that I always skimp on sleep, but even when I sleep in on the weekend, I still feel like shit when I wake up. When do I feel my best ? Normally around 2pm. You'll often find me wasting time at work in the mornings and reading blogs and drinking coffee, and then staying after 5PM because I'm in a groove.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP AT NIGHT: I am extremely lucky that no matter how tired or grumpy he is, my husband will give me a 3/4 body massage each and every night before I fall asleep. From my neck to my knees. Then I flip over on my back, give him his back rub, and then I reflect on my day before flipping to my side and hugging my flat pillow to sleep.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT RIGHT NOW: It's 12h30pm and I didn't bring a lunch and I don't know what I want for lunch.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT BABIES: Aren't necessarily required for me to live a full life. (And this is a pretty recent realization.)

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I GET ON MYSPACE: About twice a year. The only reason I keep it is because I have a bunch of former Biggest Loser contestants on there, and I like to check up on them to see if they are keeping it off.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT TODAY: Is a chilly but pretty fall day.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT TONIGHT: Would be a great night to clean my disastrous house. I have been feeling icky all weekend and I'm finally starting to feel more calm inside. I hope I find some energy to clean.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT TOMORROW: There's a good chance that I'll complain that I couldn't find the will and energy to clean as much as I wanted to.

I'VE COME TO REALIZE THAT I REALLY WANT: To know what it's like to not think about being fat, its consequences, calories, foods, cravings, tight spaces, reasonably priced clothes, stiletto heels, restaurant booths, comparing myself to others physical shapes as a self-worth gauge.... That I've been constantly thinking about those things, like an infinite loop in my mind, since I was 3 years old. (Okay maybe not the stilettos.) But I've never known what it was like to not think/worry about fatness every minute of every day. I've come to realize that I really want to look like a normal person. Even if it means having to defend my choice to some people. Even if people might think I "took the easy way out". I've come to realize that I really want - NEED - weight loss surgery.

My full day session at the hospital with : a small group of other WLS candidates, doctors, surgeon, psychologist, nutritionist, trainers, etc... is scheduled for November 17th. A whole, full day. I wonder if everyone else is wondering what the others are going to bring for lunch. Will I look like a hypocrite if I bring a whole wheat sandwich and an apple? (I know that most likely makes no sense to you if you're normal! Right?)

It's official in my wallet!

It was always official, but it really feels official tonight, now that I've paid the other half of our NYC trip!! Now I'm still researching to death to formulate a plan for New Year's Eve. Last year we said that we were spending a fortune for tickets to TGI Friday's New Years party for the awesome location and open bar, because this was a once in a lifetime thing.. being in Times Square for hte ball drop! But we can't bring ourselves to cross Times Square off the list! Being there with all those other people, the energy, the singing, the confetti falling from the sky, the happiness... it's AMAZING! You truly feel like you're witnessing something special. 

But I'm still looking at other cheaper options too. I have been researching every day since we booked the trip, I swear! Yes, I realize how obsessed I am. At first I was thinking of making reservations at a bar (I need guaranteed option to warm up!) near Central Park, and then go near the band shell for the countdown and fireworks there. But we have to be back at 33rd & 7th (Pensylvania Hotel) AT 1am for our shuttle back to New Jersey. Central Park could be tricky with the crazy traffic.

I found this party in the Fashion District, about three streets away from the shuttle, at some club called Rebel. But that club got horrible reviews on Yelp.. Does anyone have any advice for NYE plans ? Should I try to find an alternate way to get back to Rochelle, NJ  so that we have more options ? (Like a NYE party on a boat, but they dock after 12am.) 

I also have to decide if I want to go see a show on Broadway (Has anyone seen Bye Bye Birdie? John Stamos!! hehe), or the Radio City Christmas Spectacular with the Rockettes, or both. (Both sounds more do-able if we don't splurge on the NYE venue - aka Times Square.) 

So far on the rough draft schedule : 

Dec 29 – Have dinner in little Italy and go knock off shopping in chinatown

Dec 30 – Empire State Building, Brooklyn Heights promenade, walk the brooklyn bridge, take the staten island ferry at sunset.

Dec 31 – Guggenheim Museum, NY public library (I want to see it for the amazing architecture), the Frick Collection possibly

Jan 1 – Rock n Roll Hall of Fame annex, Central park, Museum of Modern Art.

Maybe it will be good news?

Recently, my mom went for a scan to measure if her cancer is still dormant or if it's growing. She got an appointment with her oncologist here in Moncton for December 10. They told her that if there was anything, they'd call her.

She called last night to say that they had called. They moved her appointment up to next Tuesday the 10th. A month early.

Maybe it will be for good news. What else can we do but stay positive?