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.

oh, the nausea

Yeah, so the new medicine makes me sick to my stomach. All the time. I fucking love it. I will say, it is certainly helping my diet when I only eat one meal a day and it is soup. Actually today wasn't as bad as yesterday, however, once I can tolerate my current dose of one pill, I have to start taking two. Eventually I have to work my way up to four pills a day. I have to take them with dinner, along with 3 vitamins. So, since I take my other pills in the morning and these pills are so freakishly huge, I need a new pill caddy. I am easily the oldest 31-year-old I know. I used to only take birth control pills and those were easy enough to remember. Then I started taking anti-depressants, also easy. Then they found my thyroid problem, so there was another pill. And I started realizing that I was having trouble remembering if I had taken all of my pills everyday. So I got a little pill box with all of the days of the week so I know if I have taken them. And now I need a giant one for all my freak medicines. I hate getting old.

Yesterday was Miles' last day of school. Now he is officially a second grader and, therefore, one of the "big kids" at his school since it only has K-2. When did this happen? I remember the days when I could go through the drive-through at Dunkin Donuts without him asking for something. I miss those days. I just don't know how he got so big without my noticing. Anyway, he did really well his last quarter of school and got several "O"s for outstanding, which he never got before. He is doing awesome and I am really proud of him, I just hope he stays like this and doesn't end up not caring about school the way me and Erik did.

I am off tomorrow because there isn't school and I wanted to hang out with Miles. We are hoping to have Rory come over as well, but don't know for sure yet. If I am feeling less barfy tomorrow, I will probably up my dose of the Metformin to 2 pills. Good times.

Off to take pills, pills, and more pills.

More pills

So I went to the doctor. And what I have is Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. Basically, my ovaries aren't working right and it is preventing me from getting pregnant. I wanted to know what my problem is, and now I know and I am fixing it with ungodly humongous pills. Because I don't take enough pills. But I still don't know if I want to get pregnant. Two years ago, absolutely. Now my kid is 7. Do I really want to start over again? It was easy to deal with when it happened on accident, the decision was made for me. Now that I have to be a grown-up and make a life-altering choice, I can't do it.

I am cranky from the aforementioned PCOS, lack of sleep, the fact that my kid will be a second grader tomorrow, and because I started my stupid fucking diet today.

Off to sleep...maybe.