'Ello loves. It was nice to have the past few weekends to myself, but alas, that quickly came to an end. Lots of tests and seeing new doctors for the fucking lupus are coming up. Happy happy joy joy. There's also weddings, showers, birthdays, etc to keep my planner full and my wallet empty.
Two SUPER exciting things happened this weekend! It was the return of the NHL and Princess Matzo Ball Honey Boo Boo Child FINALLY is free of the Cone of Shame.
For anyone new reading my blog, last weekend my kitty had her lady bits removed, and she had to wear the Cone of Shame for 10 days...
She wore it like a champ, so proud of her!!! And seriously, even though she was one pissed off pussy (cat) is that not the cutest face?!?!?!? I never thought a little ball of fluff would make me so stinking happy.
Usually on Friday nights, Hubby and I just stay in and go to bed early. This was the first Friday in a looooooooong time we actually went out. Hubby works in Center City Philly, so I picked him up at his office and we headed to a bar to hang out with Genesis, her husband Jason and a few other friends.
I remember in our 20's we would crowd around the bar, and not mind standing. I guess there is some unwritten rule that once you hit 30, standing around the bar trying to get the bartenders attention is unacceptable. Oh no, Jason made reservations and we sat down at a table! We were comfortable and we could actually engage in a conversation without having to scream at the top of our lungs.
Our big night out on the town, and we were home by 9:30. Hubby developed blood clots form the surgery he had back in November, and the blood thinners and anticoagulants he's now taking make him so sick to his stomach. He was not a happy camper, so we left the bar early. My poor Hubby. :-(
On Saturday, I got up and ran some errands. I stopped and my brother and sister-in-law's to borrow something, and when I walked in the door I was bombarded....
...with Girl Scout Cookies. The ironic thing is, I borrowed something from my sister-in-law to SAVE money, and I left $16 poorer. But, oh, those cookies. Magically delicious.
We had a few people over to the house to watch the Flyers game, and even though they lost, it sure was wonderful to have hockey on the screen. During one commercial, I went downstairs to the basement to get a beer from the beer fridge, and I noticed the light didn't go on. At first I didn't think anything of it, but something told me to investigate further. I opened the freezer and was greeted with a ton of defrosted food. Awesome. Sauce.
All of it had to go. :-(
We were supposed to meet up later with my friend Tracey so I could meet her new mans, but again Hubby was in a ton of pain (I even went out during the Flyers game and bought him Gas-X. If that's not true love, I dont know what is) and passed out on the couch with a heating pad on his stomach. So, we cancelled. I dragged Hubby upstairs, and by 9pm, I was in bed watching Wedding Crashers on Comedy Central and tooling around on Pinterest.
I can't believe less than 2 years ago our weekends consisted of drinking and partying our faces off til the ass crack of dawn.
I forgot to take pictures on Friday night, so here is one of Genesis and I at the same bar, but in October 2011.
Drunk. Off. Our. Asses. 10/2011
Sunday was a loooooooong day. I was up and out of the house by 8:30 to help set up for the baby shower of one of my nearest and dearests, Melissa.
I had to pick a few things up at Wal-Mart, and I was hoping I would be able to get in and out quickly. For those that might be reading for the first time, I have no hair due to lupus and the treatments that I've been getting to control the disease. I was wearing wigs for awhile, but since I shaved my head, I go bald and beautiful.
No shame in my game.
We all know that website The People of WalMart where we can look at shoppers proudly sporting their mullets (business in the front, party in the back!!!) their beer guts, butt cracks, thongs, Elvis costumes.. you get the point. OK, people were looking at ME like I was the freak! I was nicely dressed, makeup on, the epitome of a classy girl, and people were stopping to stare at me and my bald head.
I better not end up on that fucking website.
Melissa's shower was beautiful, she had a great time, and received some awesome gifts for Baby B. You can tell I'm not a mother, because when she went to put on something that resembled a Baby Bjorn I yelled out "Where does the baby go?!?!?"
Melissa & her husband Chris
Decorate a Onesie!
Baby showers are always bittersweet. I'm excited for my friends (Melissa actually told me once "Oh, you know the baby is half yours anyway!") but it's just a painful reminder that I will never get to experience pregnancy. It really makes me sad.
After the baby shower, I headed over to my mother and father-in-laws for Sunday dinner. As usual, my MIL cooked a delicious feast, and we celebrated the birthday of my (almost!) 11 year old twin niece and nephew, Erin & Charlie.
And now I need your opinion on something. On Saturday while sitting at my kitchen table with my sister, I happened to notice my 7 year old nephew carved his name into the table. Nope, not kidding. I love him to death, but he's a bit precocious....
It was done at a spot that neither Hubby nor I ever sit, so I have no idea how long it's been there. It could be from when we got the table 3 years ago or this past Christmas.
Should I say something to my sister-in-law, or just let it go?
Also linking up with Sami for The Weekend Update
Happy Monday and Happy Martin Luther King, Jr Day!!!!!!