Another weekend gone

Where does all the time go? It drives me insane how quickly a week, a month, a year passes and then it all blends together and you forget how long it's been since you've seen or talked to someone you really care about. I am not trying to sound emotional or philosophical, but the weekend is over too soon, again, and I hate my job so I really don't want to go back to work tomorrow.

I took my favorite sister out car shopping yesterday. We found an awesome Volvo that I think she is going to buy. It was in really good condition, low mileage, one owner. The only downside was it is automatic, which I realize is a selling point for some, but I really like to have something to do while I drive. Anyway, Miles spent the night over there, so Erik and I went to see the new Batman movie. It was unbelievable. Really good. But long, we didn't get out of the theater until 1:00 this morning. I am very tired now. I can't type anymore.

Off to sleep.

More partying

I am sitting here waiting not-so-patiently for my sister's second birthday cake to finish baking in the oven. We are having a party for her at my dad's house this afternoon and I was elected to bring the cake. I am impatient for two reasons: 1) It is really bloody hot and muggy out and having my oven on is not making that situation any better and 2) I am going to make blueberry pancakes for breakfast, but thanks to the awesome wiring in my old house, I can't use the oven, the coffeemaker, and the outlet I need for the griddle at once without everything shutting off. So I wait.

I am cranky lately. Work troubles, plus the usual crap. And I am wishing certain people in my life would just smarten the fuck up.

Off to make pancakes.

Fun and excitement

My sister's birthday was a success. She deemed it her "best birthday ever". We had lobster and there was enough left over for lobster rolls the next day. I have never cooked lobster myself before, and I am happy to say it came out good.

I took Rory out on Friday to shop for her present. We had discussed it earlier and he absolutely insisted that what she really wanted was Guitar Hero. Needless to say, I was a bit skeptical. So we went to Game Stop to see how much it would be to buy it used. It was considerably more than I had planned on spending, since we also were going to buy her some earrings, which I knew for a fact that she actually wanted. I didn't want to buy it, but he was so adamant about it, that I would have felt bad if I didn't get it. Anyway, the point of the story is that we did get it for her, and it turns out we are all obsessed with playing it now. So much so, in fact, that Erik and I went out on Sunday and bought our own because we were so upset Jen had taken hers home. It is completely addictive. Erik, as it turns out, is some sort of savant at it. Now he has decided he wants to learn how to play a real guitar. All he needs is a suit and I will be all set.

On Monday I finally got my car fixed. That's right kids, my beautiful car is no longer covered with duct tape. Two years it was like that. Duct tape is wonderful, but I really felt tacky using it to hold up my window. Then sometimes the tape would let go when it was hot and the window would be completely open for anyone to take my stuff. It has been a pain in my ass for too long, but frankly I just couldn't be bothered to spend the money to get it fixed when I had other things to pay for. But I finally gave in and here we are:
Isn't it beautiful? I am so excited about it, I can't even tell you.

Off to gaze at the beauty of my window.

Happy Birthday, Favorite Sister!

Well, obviously, it is my sister's birthday. She is 27 again today, which makes her younger than me and Erik now. I have many things to do to get ready for the festivities, but I just had to put something in here about it anyway.

I love you, favorite sister!

Off to the store.

Neglectful

I was trying really hard last month to be better about writing here more often. But I suck. It has been really hot lately and I guess that translates into me not wanting to type. Not sure if that is really the case, or if it is just that I am a slacker.

So, I have finally gotten to my final dose of four metformin a day. I guess it was just the initial shock of it in my body that made me so sick, because my last two increases didn't turn out to be that bad. I feel no different, except for the fact that I now take a grand total of 12 (twelve) pills a day. Granted, four of those are vitamins, but I am still old. I will have to take a picture of my old-lady pill caddy to post. I just need a cane. That will come sooner than I want it to, I am sure. Especially with my genes.

We went to a wedding this past weekend. It was a friend of the family on Erik's side. It was a nice wedding, but hard to overlook the fact that it cost an obscene amount of money and 1) they actually already got married over a year ago and 2) the bride's father offered to give her the money for a down payment on a house, but she wanted the wedding instead. I have had a wedding. Two actually. Three if you count the one in that woman's living room. Anyway, I can say from experience that weddings are lovely, but you are no less married if you spend $15,000 or $1500. My wedding was awesome (the most recent one), and we had an awesome time, but I still kind of wish I had just saved my money and gone on a nice trip somewhere.

Saturday is my sister's birthday. She is going to be 27. Again. So I am throwing her a mini-bash with the usual cast of characters (us and my mom, maybe Erryl) and we are having lobsters. I haven't had a lobster in probably two years, so I am really looking forward to it. Plus, I love throwing parties. That is one of me and Erryl's business plans, to be professional party planners. I am not holding my breath for it.

Off to plan.