*Yawn*

It's been a long day!

However, I was fortunate enough to get to spend the evening doing arts and crafts. I know, I know, I've got WAY too much to read and do to be spending an evening (a weeknight, at that) doing arts and crafts, however! I was making the invitations for Kortney's 23rd Birthday She-Bang, and I'm very excited. I think they're very cute, if I do say so myself. They're pretty simply, but, they're pretty nonetheless... AND, it was a labor of love, so what can ya say.

I can't express to everyone how good it is to get to go home at the end of the day and get to decide my own plans for the evening. Also, I can actually look forward to the weekend without worrying about whether or not I have to rush into the hospital to work, blegh! It's a beautiful and liberating feeling.

I haven't even begun my wedding invitations, although I do have the PDF made out and everything, ready to print. I will print soon enough, I am just too tired and lazy to right now. And let's not forget all that reading I mentioned just a second ago.

Here is the wedding invitation wording:

It's going to go on vellum, with different kinds of scrapbook paper/old wallpaper scraps underneath, and then I will be sewing them together in some sort of cute pattern, haven't decided yet... and THEN! I am going to put everything in the ticking fabric. Loves it. Tell me what you think about the wording. I love the fonts!

Diagnosis

I finally went to see Dr. Childs this morning. I've felt a little more energetic, which is good, because otherwise that visit would have knocked the wind out of me. I did, however, get a little queasy sitting in the waiting room, but fortunately I had Lauren and KP to drive me home.

Dr. Childs said what I had was NOT H1N1, thank Heavens, but that he's going to treat me with bronchitis and the flu so that I can get better quickly. Honestly, I would have liked to have gotten better by Tuesday because of school, but ughh, it's like my poor body without sustenance now can't heal itself properly. Took me long enough to get better back when I could eat like a normal person, but now I'm working with half the nutrition. Regardless, I'm going to school on Monday -- thanks to the SASS I encountered from one of my professors. Sheesh... it's not like they've never missed class due to sickness before. Next time, I'll just show up and make sure to cough and sweat my fever on them.

Now I'm going to get my happy butt in bed and work on some essays and watch Flash Forward. Maybe tonight I won't have to Theraflu myself to get to sleep... mmmm.. or maybe I will just for the sake of Theraflu.

Don't fear the fat

I can't express how much I love the Food Network, and I think you all know this by now. It's crazy, I know, especially considering the fact that the extent of my "foodie-ness" is the small amount of talent I inherited from my mother and grandmother. However, of course, I live in the middle of cultural nowhere where the extent of anything classy or foodie-like are the dolma leaves that Kroger sells. So in the end, the Food Network is my outlet for that desire. Men watch porn, I watch the Food Network. Don't hate.

On a completely different topic -- I pretty much got sent home from school today. Yes, I'm almost a senior in college, but this year with this H1N1 nonsense, nobody's playing around. I thought I felt good enough to go back to class today, but once I got to my History of England class, I could feel myself sweating out a nasty fever and it was making me utterly nauseated. Dr. M noticed and looked suspicious.. so to appease him, the rest of the healthy students, not to mention my physical self, I asked Lauren to drive me home and made an appointment with Dr. C for tomorrow... urghh.

I doubt it's the swine flu, but at this point, nothing else would be making me this miserable. Although, if it is the flu, tomorrow will be the 7th day of my being symptomatic, and thus the last day of the "incubation period". So, we'll see...

For now, however, I'm going to pour gallons of water down my throat to make it stop being itchy and scratchy and am going to drown my physical ailment sorrows in some Throwdown with Bobby Flay.

Mr. Perfect?

Death bed.

This is the longest amount of time I've been able to sit up today in a chair and not lying in my bed. Ughhh... last night it took me almost an hour to get to sleep because I couldn't stop coughing. Even more ughhh...

And of course, today I feel grossss because I haven't been able to get in the shower because I can't hardly stand up that long.

Waaahhhhhh.. I hope this is the first and last of the sickness for the winter.

PS - I really love that new Digiorno commercial for the ultimate toppings. "Beep, this is Greg and Doug..." Hilarious.

TGIF!

Sighhh

It's so beautiful to reach the end of the week and not have to be concerned with how many hours I'll be working this weekend. Because.... I'm not! I will get to enjoy the Homecoming game, get to enjoy sleeping in on a Saturday, going out on a Friday, having a lazy nap on Sunday and getting things done in between. Like... studying for a midterm. Yes, midterm grades were due a hundred years ago and we are still having these tests.

But I love it!

Julia Child!

I don't know if you guys know, but I fell in love with Julia Child after watching the movie Julie and Julia. I know, I know, I'm a little behind the times, but after watching that movie I discovered my love for cooking (even more so) and through that, my love for Julia herself.

So I went on ebay and spent way too much on a 1977 copy of her Mastering the Art of French Cooking and last night made my very first Julia meal. I must say, it turned out rather well! I have never in my life tasted something as good as the cream sauce I made, but then again, butter, cream and white wine? What should I have expected? Haha


First we have the Supremes Volailles A Blanc, or chicken breast with cream sauce. It was pretty much to die for. I purposely try not to think about how much butter I used, but, I can't eat all that much anyway, so, what the heck. But this cream sauce was delicious. The white wine was what really did it for me. And I LOVE the poaching of the chicken in the butter beforehand. Brilliant.


Second, I made buttered peas. Petit pois, if we're being French. I don't like peas very much, and I'm pretty sure I overcooked them, but they had a great flavor. They were not the highlight, but, I did have eaters that don't eat peas LOVE them. Since my stomach is tiny now, I don't waste space on things that I don't absolutely love. I think if I had realized that they would cook as fast as they did, albeit they were frozen, I would have paid more attention to their doneness.


And of course, the sauce vinaigrette for the salad. YUM! I love vinaigrette, and this one was delicious. Champagne wine vinegar (I opted for the classy stuff as opposed to regular ole' red wine, but she said to choose to your liking) with salt, pepper, dry mustard and herbs de provence. Tangy, savory, great stuff.

Now, I am going to put on some sweats and enjoy my Saturday off! I am going to wash Thursday's episode of Flash Forward, do some laundry and clean up a bit... perhaps read some Frankenstein.

The woes of gastric bypass

So, currently, my weight is fluctuating a couple of pounds. Granted, I haven't been drinking enough water, and I haven't been taking ANY of my vitamins. Why? Because they are gigantic! Every time I take one, I pretty much gag until I vomit. It's nasty, but, hey, I can't help it.

Also, I've been getting above myself lately in eating habits. I have been trying to eat things I know I can't eat, and I get sick and pretty much hate life for about an hour.

I'm going to have to start doing better, or I'm gonna end up with like, kidney stones.

180

Not a complete 360, but, things are better today *phew*. At least my alarm went off! However, it doesn't help when I hit snooze until the last minute.

I am, however, getting to the point where I am excited that tonight is my last night at work. Yay! I think this revelation happened when I was looking through my calendar and by George, I realized that I am off Friday, Saturday... Sunday, Monday and so on and so forth! I don't know when I'll begin at UCS, but, regardless, it will be three days a week -max- and NEVER past five o'clock! That means (free) dinner times with family and possibly adding the gym back into my routine.

Thanks, David, for sending up a prayer for me! I should have definitely taken a moment in my day to do the same, but, alas, I am human and to be such is to err, thus our tactic is to complain constantly instead of humbling our woes to God.

Now, I must go and finish Much Ado About Nothing before class! Eep! Bad kid.

Worst week ever rant

No joke.. one of the worst weeks. The only way it could get worse is if like, my car breaks down and I get kicked out of college. Even then, I'd probably be so numb that it would feel better than the one hundred panic attacks I've been having. So, be forewarned, this is way depressing and whiny -- if that's not your thing, stop reading now.

First and foremost, my alarm didn't go off this morning. I set it for 7:45 and of course, 8:50 comes rolling around and my stupid alarm hasn't gone off. There goes the morning shower. I can't skip class because I have a mid-term on Thursday that I absolutely needed to prepare for, because otherwise, that'd be something else on the "Freak-Out" plate.

Next, it's raining. Yeah, okay, I like rain -- when I'm in my bed doing homework and I don't have to be out in it, cold, wet and miserable going to class. It's just annoying.

Then, all the while, I'm remembering that I still have to write my freaking newspaper article that I have put off until PAST the last minute, yes, my fault because I'm lazy, but regardless, one more thing to add. I have felt completely uninspired to write anything, papers, essays, journals, anything! So how in the frak am I supposed to come up with something witty and meaningful to the students of Shorter College?

And of course there's that parking ticket I got this morning. The second one in the last ten days. The one I got for parking just a LITTLE over an hour in front of the library. COME ON. Refer back to said rain and cold? Remember? It's COLD! And rainy! And I had to be there for like, an hour?!

Also, seriously, if we say we're going to eat right after class so I can go write my article, then loitering in the student union for 15 minutes is just not cool. It's annoying, especially to people that have a lot of shit to do during the day. I had to go home and do homework, shower, clean my room AND get ready for work at five (not to mention write the blasted article, get gas, go to the bank and find sometime to eat) and just because you guys have time to twiddle your thumbs and dick around the FSU, doesn't mean everyone else does. SIGH.

Let's not forget this wedding, of sorts. No one's given me any money; that's right, I'm calling you out, mom and dad. When it comes to this wedding, you guys are NOT winning the "Most Supportive Parents" award. Not a dime. Not an encouraging word. "Oh yeah, sure, I'll help you, don't worry" umm, okay, when we're having the wedding at Chicago's Best Hot Dog & Taco stand September 18, 2010 because someones couldn't get me a promised deposit, I'm not showing up. Robert and I will go to the courthouse and never talk to any of you again. Just because your marriage failed doesn't mean you have to be so unsupportive.

I won't even go into detail about all of the homework I have to do...
I also am dying for my prison sentence at FMC to be over, because honestly, by this point, I hate anyone that doesn't speak English that's in this country. Really? You've been here ten years and haven't picked up ONE SINGLE 'English for Dummies' book? How long's it gonna take? Cause one day, ain't nobody gonna be there to save your non-English speaking butt while you have a gigantic baby head coming out of your vagina.

Okay. I think the rant's over. I feel a little better. At least better to the point where I can function towards productivity. Sorry if I've offended anyone.

Feeling those cold winter chills!

Just so everyone knows, since I made the decision to down-size the guest list, I have felt much better about the wedding... still stressing out about money, but, when is that not the case?

Also, it's freezing. Fall has decided to just mosey on into my life and I haven't quite prepared my wardrobe, yet. I may not get a chance to, either, because... well, because of a lot of things. I'm done complaining about money, it's giving me the hives.

Alas, I have a lot of reading to do. Must read Shakespeare, must write article, must read Austen, must read Shelley, must read Paine & Adams. Eep!

Downsizing

I have been thinking a lot about this wedding lately (surprise) and there are some things that I am just going to have to change.

As much as I love every single member of my church family, I don't have the money to throw a blowout for everyone to attend. I just can't. 250+ people is a lot of mouths to feed, a lot of bottoms to provide chairs for, and a lot to handle! A lot of tables, a lot of flowers, decor, etc. etc.

So Robert and I are going to make a list and check it twice and it's going to be a lot smaller than the 250+ we had originally considered.

Now, if I wasn't extremely anal retentive and a stickler for detail, I would say, you know what, forget the tiny little accents on the food table, and just put a couple more biscuits in the basket.. but because I do want beautiful details, everything will have to be cut back just a tad.

Hopefully, it will be beautiful, it will be all I ever wanted.. and hopefully no one will hate us after all is said and done! Hey, you're all still invited to my showers!

Sigh, I feel good about this. Do I feel good about this? Someone people reassure me that I feel good about this.