Father/Daughter Talk

My father and I had a talk Sunday while at Fast Eddies. He was pointing out how all my friends are either married, divorced, or have a child who the grandparents are practically supporting (this only applies to 1 person). They all have something going on in their lives - all in the departments I've been lacking in. He told me that makes me the smart one because I'm not married, therefore can't get divorced and award him custody of my child because I can't support him or her. I've always said that I never wanted to get married. Over 1/2 of the weddings I've been to in my lifetime are mostly all now divorced, with the exception of some of the most recent ones and a few from a couple years ago and after watching several of my friends go though that mess, I figured its just easier not to do it. I think that people get married for the wrong reasons now days, AND its way too easy to get divorced than it was years ago. I've been fortunate that I didn't make any stupid mistakes and marry someone just because I wanted a big party and a white dress OR end up getting knocked up in my crazy single days and having to deal with a deadbeat father.

Still talking to my father, I pointed out all the weddings I've attended just in this year, the year prior and those close friends of mine over the last 5 or so years. Then I started bringing up the people that I know that got married that I didn't attend their wedding because it was out of state or in another country. For example, just this year I've had Crystals, my brothers, my cousins, Heather's brother, Valerie's. That doesn't include all the weddings of people I know that I didn't attend. Next year will probably be even more ridiculous. The funny part about it, the majority of the weddings that I've been to in the past year or two are all people younger than me. Why is that? Probably because most people my age are already married...and having children. Which brought me to my next point (which Rachel's blog today was about)...all the pregnant people this year. I probably know at least 10 people who are pregnant or had a baby this year. I'm surrounded by babies! Literally, BOTH of my neighbors just had babies in July and August. I told my dad that I'm broke because of all the wedding/baby showers I've attended this year and all the weddings I've been a part in. My dads only response was, "It never ends...in a few years, you won't be going to weddings or showers anymore, you'll be going to funerals only you'll be spending your money on flowers and charity contributions. Instead of celebrating a new start or a new life, you'll be celebrating the end of one." Celebrating death? I think he meant celebrating that person and the life they lived while they were still alive. Although, I've never been to a funeral that was a fun party. Its typically quiet and sober. I'm not looking forward to those days ahead.

Much needed rest...

Today starts off the new work week, which I'm actually quite excited for. It provides a time for me to catch up on some much needed rest. Most normal people rest on the weekends, I do mine during the week since I'm able to sit in one place (my comfy chair) for several hours without being rushed from one desitination to the next.

Within the past couple of weeks and weekends, I've been so busy there has been little time to catch up on rest I've desperately needed. This past weekend was another busy one. Friday night, I had a jewelry party at my house, which proceeded to end with a full night of intoxication and our own version of playing Rock Band in the basement. Only we don't use the electronic game devices, we use the real thing. 1 Ipod, 1 drum set, 2 guitars (one lead, one bass) and a microphone. Val and I sang vocals, Tony played the drums and the ipod provided the rest. All I can say is alcohol is a hell of a drug. It makes one go from very intelligent, to instant idiot. I don't really remember going to bed because Tony carried me upstairs after I passed out on the couch in the basement, but I think it may have been around 4 AM. Saturday, Tony played in a washer tournament at Spanish Lake park and I went out shopping for Heather's birthday gift. That evening to celebrate Heathers existance, we went to a wine bar in Kirkwood that was pretty cool, at least the girls all thought so, and then ended the evening at Trainwreck on Manchester. Actually, Tony, Jeremy, Heather, Mike and I ended our evening at the waffle house and stuffed our faces. We entered our sleeping quarters at 3:00 AM. With less than enough sleep, Tony and I woke on Sunday at 7:30 AM to head to my parents to finish their electrical service that Tony started for them the previous weekend. Poor Tony was in a lot of pain. At 1:00, Tony and I and my parents we left to head to Fast Eddies where we met the Sheeley family to once again celebrate Heather becoming yet another year older. We stayed there till around 8, when Tony and I left with my parents to go to Tony's in Alton when I got my favorite, pepperloin. We finally made it home and in bed by 10:30. It was a hell of a weekend, but we survived. Next weekend, we have Halloween, Mike Sheeley's wedding, and hopefully, a day of recovery.

New Blogs

I've been slacking in posting new blogs, sorry to those of you who find enjoyment in the chaos I call life. Although I don't post everyday, I do come to the site everyday to check for comments because I do love reading peoples comments on my posts and to read the other blogs that I follow. I'm excited because another friend as followed in the public venting of blog writing and I have a new blog to follow. I don't know why, but reading about others lives is more interesting than reading a book. If anyone else that reads my blog has one of their own, please let me know so I can share in the day to day happenings of your life.
I read a blog this morning that was talking about knowing that fall was here because of all the hustle and bustle that's starting to happen with weekend becoming more and more chaotic trying to juggle multiple things in one weekend to please everyone and fulfill the duties of family. As I posted a comment for her on my busy happenings I started thinking about my hectic schedule. I between the get togethers that I'm hosting, the weddings, and birthday's coming up, I'm already exhausted knowing that little bit of relaxation time that I usually set aside on the weekends is coming to an end. Shortly following all of that, here come the holiday's which means work Christmas functions for Tony and I, family functions, and of course, our annual Christmas party. I hosted it last year and it has not yet been determined who will have it this year, but I'm guessing it may be me again.

Last weekend was Val's bachelorette party, an event that took weeks to put together. West and I started her off on a scavenger hunt making her go from house to bar to casino to find people and clues of where she needed to go next. I thought it was a lot of fun. The party officially started at Rookies where we dined and drank until the bus picked us up. Everything was going great. I never seen so many peckers in my life. I think they were attached to Val everywhere! I'm not exactly sure why bachelorette party's are infatuated with these male extremities, but everyone seems to have a good time when there's a peter involved. I booked a party bus, which showed up almost an hour late and we went bar hopping. Val had a great time and as far as I'm aware so did everyone else. I was stressed all night. The bus being late started it, and it just escalated from there. I think I was the most sober on the trip except for Aunt Joan, my 72 year old aunt that loves to party. She drove our drunk butts home stopping every 10 minutes to make sure we were not puking in her new enclave. Fortunately, I have help in planning these wedding adventures that the maid of honor is typically responsible for planning. Kim, Val's sister is also the matron of honor. She took care of planning the shower which is tomorrow. I'm getting excited because all these party's and showers mean one thing...the big day is right around the corner.

Getting Older Sucks!

I've come to realize that the older I get, the stupider I get, the lazier I get, I've become less immune to certain things, and my body just doesn't recover as quick as it used to. When I was in my early 20's I could go out all night, booze it up, drive home with one eye, get maybe 2 hours of sleep, get up, go to work and repeat the cycle. Now that I'm getting older, it takes me at least 2 days to recover from a night of what I like to consider hard-core drinking, although its only a quarter of what I did when I was younger. The question is, did I just party so much that I thought a hangover was a normal feeling? Did I not know how good it felt to NOT be hungover? Now, I'm making myself sound like an alcoholic and it really wasn't that serious but it is something to ponder. Last night, I had a total of 7 beers and while I felt fine and not intoxicated, my body felt differently this morning when I woke up. I know I wasn't all there last night, when I got home, I let the dog out, passed out on the couch and woke up 2 hours later to her barking. She was ticked when I finally woke up and let her in, she would have called me a bad mother and flipped me the bird if she could have. I proceeded to go upstairs at this point and go to sleep which I did instantly. 7:00 came VERY early this morning. I couldn't get my eyes to focus, my stomach felt like a bottomless pit, and I was achy. The pounding in my head was my body's way of saying "Hey stupid, you knew this was coming...what were you thinking?". What I was thinking was I didn't drink that much or so I thought. I actually felt much more intoxicated this morning than I did last night. Is that because the alcohol seduced my brain into believing that I felt fine? Alcohol is a hell of a drug....a legal drug. I just really don't understand how alcohol is legal but yet pot is not. At least if I would have smoked a joint I would have only been really hungry, which means my stomach would not have felt like an empty pit this morning, I would have been completely ok getting out of bed this morning because I would have slept in a coma-like state, and I would not have had cold sweats, achy body or the pounding headache. I don't get it. I'm not a pot smoker by any means, but wouldn't it make sense to have smoke shacks than bars? So basically I have a choice between my lungs and my liver, so here is to you, liver. May you live a long life below my ribs digesting my food, producing proteins, and getting rid of the bad stuff.

Weekly Blog or just no news?

I realized that I haven't written a blog for about a week now. I come on this site everyday with the intention of writing something, yet nothing ever gets posted. Is that because I don't have the time or because here of late, I've had nothing passionate to write about? Today I felt the urge to just talk about a number of random things. Last nights debate, the weather, the obscene amount of weight I'm about to gain because McDonald's has monopoly again, the new diet I started this week until I found out today that monopoly was back at McDonalds, my relationships, my struggles. This could get quite long if I share all of this today, but if I don't get to it all, I'll have something to refer to when I have time to write the next blog and can't come up with anything to talk about.

First, lets talk about McDonalds. I'm not a huge MickeyD's eater, but occasionally I get a craving for their fries or a cheeseburger. However, on the flip, I'm addicted to monopoly and have been since I was a kid. So, for the next few weeks, I'll eat a ton of chicken sandwiches and blow up like a balloon, or a chipmuck storing nuts for the winter. My mom said it would be cheaper and healthier if I didn't play the game, but I can't do it. Its like an addiction. She also said that if I win the $$ isn't going to fix my waistline. Boy is she wrong, if I won $1,000,000 I could get lipo which beats any diet. Why not shed lbs in minutes rather than months and years. Heck, I'd do that now if I could afford it. Which leads into my new diet. Val's wedding is coming up 1 month and one week from today. I have got to shed some lbs before then. That being said, I started dieting on Monday. Breakfast is a piece of toast or english muffin with margarine, lunch is whatever I have time for and dinner is whatever I feel like making. The actual diet is the t-burn that I started to take again and Wii Fit, when it comes in, for exercise. As some know, I took the t-burn (after it was approved by my doctor that it didn't have effedra (sp?) in it) a few years ago and lost 65 lbs. I kept the weight off for a long time, until I bought my house and got stressed about not having a job. Its still a diet though, just in pill form.

Ok, on to the next topic...my horrible luck. Yesterday while on my way into work, I had a blowout. Apparently I ran over (or someone sabotaged me) a swiss army knife and it punctured my tires in multiple places. I had to buy 2 new tires, which are low profile performance run-flat tires at about $300 each. I was not happy. Not to mention it rained, so I was wet, cold and ticked off. My luck has not been there lately...I wonder if its because I don't forward on the emails that tell me I'm going to get struck by lighting and die in the next 7 minutes, 18 seconds if I don't send it on to 35 people in the 4.5 minutes following reading it. Maybe I should start sending those on and tag a note on the heading..."sorry guys, I need all the luck I can get right now..." That's usually what the heading is on the ones I receive.

I think that is about all for today. I need to get back to work.