More fun than a warp core implosion...

Fabula - Fae - Elphaba - Elphie

2009-07-09T13:19:45Z

In preparation for the show, I've been reading Wicked and I haven't been able to put it down, which has caused me great consternation when passing out from my newly raised dose of nerve meds. I'm halfway through and even though I know the fate of Fabula, it's breaking my heart to hear how she got from A to evil.

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It's Thursday already. I don't know how that happened. I have too much to catch up on at work and the nights are flying by. At least it's only one more day until Friday. That's a good sign, right?

Glenda is a fucking whore.

2009-07-07T03:02:01Z

I speak, of course, of the so called "good witch" who glamoured me into spending ridiculous amounts of cash money in the Wizard of Oz slot machine this weekend. If she were real I would shove the entire yellow brick up her proverbial road.

Aside from that, this weekend was a blast. Hanging with the family in Bossier City/Shreveport, watching the fireworks above the water from our hotel window @ the Horseshoe, great food and great memories. I love them. I also got to take Goose out on his first road trip. I have to say that is one smooth ride. I had Tori on the long-shuffle and big windows to peer out at the wide road. I'm still a bigger fan of flying, but I'll take what I can get.

* * *

Bad news on the English family front, and I'll disclose more on that as I'm able to. But it looks like we're going to be heading across the pond at the end of this month, again in Sept. for D's Dad and Mary's wedding and then again in November for Mehron and Annabel's. That's SIX very necessary round-trip tickets betwixt us two. 0_o At least we're going to be banking some miles and hopefully by the November wedding we'll be qualified for an overdue upgrade. It's important to be there, though, and we wouldn't have it any other way and Daniel will get some much-deserved family time.

* * *

My head is hurting in different places. I'm pretty sure it's nerve-pain signaling healing, since parts of my head that were numb are becoming less numb. It feels like a teeny-tiny ant is simultaneously biting the scalp at the individual hair follicle and pulling the individual hair at that scalp point. A lot. At different places on my head.

So at this point in my recovery, I'm at scalp pain plus exhaustion. The exhaustion getting less extreme and the bone ache diminishing slowly.

* * *

Saturday is the Wild Cards reunion out in Wimberly, minus Kai and Jay. I'm really, REALLY looking forward to this. I was almost tempted to attend the actual class reunion (multi-class reunion @ Karma Lounge) on Friday, but I took a two-minute look at the RSVPs and decided that was enough reminiscing right there. Kind of blows my mind that I graduated 16 years ago, it simultaneously feels like longer and shorter. I may still get carded, but these days I'm feeling old on the inside (nothing makes you feel your age or older than recovering from major surgery and being sober).

But on the bright side, I'm getting better!

mama say, mama sa, mama kossa

2009-07-02T15:12:12Z

Things I've seen lately:

* Transformers @ the IMAX — SOMEONE wasn't thinking very clearly when SOMEONE decided REALLY LOUD sound FX were a good idea for SOMEONE'S brain recovery

* Away We Go @ Alamo — Beautiful. I cried at one scene I didn't think I was supposed to and was flooded with some emotions that I thought were dealt with. Apparently my urge to be untethered to life's roots so I can explore the unknowns is not gone and done. This makes me ache in my heart a little bit because I know that once we have a baby, this freedom will be completely lost. He and I talk about going and doing and lifting roots and traveling all the time. It's the "baby makes three" that I know will make this harder, if not impossible.

* The Entirety of TRUE BLOOD — I'm in love with this show. SOOOKEEEEHH! I bought season 1 on Blu-Ray and then signed up for HBO immediately to catch season 2. So good. SOOOO GOOOOOD!

Things I've done lately:

* Took back my Rummy championship title.

* My Empire squashed the Rebel Alliance in a thrilling game of Star Wars Monopoly.

* Learned a good chunk of the Thriller dance

* Fallen in love with Bond No. 9, Eau de New York. And have started collecting Bond "bon bons" and am wearing them every day. There's nothing like good perfume to make you feel like dancing.

* Went to three different doctors for three different things and feel as normal as one could in my position. Had to get back on Lortab, and am back trying to get off of it again, replete with leg cramps and sleeplessness. That's never fun.

Other things:

I will start co-hosting the Cipher (our client-side and agency weekly video broadcast) today, which is cool. And I'll start head-writing the script next week and editing the news blurbs, etc. That's really cool and an unexpected turn of career events. I'm still doing everything else I do, but now with added awesome.

We're filming our Michael Jackson tribute today, in total S\W fashion. We did the Cosby Show tribute last week. I love my job like WHOA.

I leave to Bossier City tomorrow with the Fam for our family gambling trip. If I can stay away from my Lortab tonight, I can drink tomorrow. FINGERS CROSSED PEOPLE. Bitch needs a drink when she gets her slots on!

We decorated boxes of Cheerios for Justin's birthday:

Here's my Bond No. 9 Bon Bons:

And the streets of New Orleans has a message for you and me and everyone it sees:

Here in my head

2009-06-24T12:14:36Z

I'm never up early enough for the sunrise or BBC news (channel 268) but this morning I'm getting to toast them both with a cup of PG Tips and gratitude.

I'm typing this update on my old Dell laptop, and the keys feel so heavy and so different than my work Air that unceremoniously and suddenly died in the middle of my nightly noodling. And I don't mean it sputtered or gave me warning signals or anything. It just went "tick" and left the planet. Nothing I can do to resuscitate it (and my stupid old Dell just died halfway through this paragraph and luckily restored the draft) and I believe our systems admin is currently on vacation. Good times with electronics.

I haven't had a good week, headache-wise. I've had to start back taking more Lortab, after all I did to get off them, which blows.

BUT! I *do* get to see Michael Bay blow shit up on the IMAX tonight. That's good. And it's Wednesday. That's good, too.

So ... no matter how much everything inside me is telling me to go back to bed and try again tomorrow, I'm going to make today fabulous. Because, you know ... that sunrise was pretty damn spectacular, this tea is the perfect temperature and there's people talking with gorgeous British accents on the telly. And that's a start.

I bitch because I love.

2009-06-23T15:42:42Z

So I woke up today with this RAGING headache that came out of nowhere. So I decided to med up and work from home but there is a team of evil construction workers banging and drilling and hammering and doing whatever it is they're doing that's SO GOD DAMNED LOUD and it looks like "Working from Home" isn't going to work today.

Also, said construction workers are working on a scaffold that sits directly in front of my windows. We have a tall, top window in our shower. Guess who's going to work dirty today? It's fine if we get in our shower before 8 a.m. but noooooooooooooooooooo. Sleep in and you're screwed.

Coconut lotion and Lilly Pulitzer Wink overload — here I come.

* * *

Went to my lady doc for my annual yesterday. That's NEVER fun. I wish men had a frame of reference to how invasive and strange and FML that procedure invokes. And the talking, there's always some sort of small talk to fill the "splayed open like a lobster" time. I love my gyno. Seriously, she's awesome. But being awesome doesn't make it any more enjoyable. Neither does warming the speculum and using extra gliding agent (although, thanks, it's the thought that counts). Here's a message to gynos everywhere — LEAVE SOME TISSUES OR TP OR SOMETHING OTHER THAN SCRATCHY PAPER TOWELS OUT WHEN YOU LEAVE THE ROOM. How do you expect us to clean up the mess you left with all that lube?

#$@^(%_(#@*)

* * *

Also, I recently went a little crazy with Ebay and Sephora and I need to stop ordering senseless shit. How much perfume can one person wear without getting shanked by office mates? NOT MUCH.

Here's some joy. Daniel took this in New Orleans:

Listening to This American Life

2009-06-14T13:46:50Z

And in this episode (Go Ask Your Father), one story talks about father identity and the speaker details a clue to his problem was that he never felt part of his family, in which Ira Glass says, "Everybody feels this at one point or another when they're a kid."

Did you?

I have never in my life felt like this. My family identity is an overwhelming force in my life and was a path that was always laid in front of me or a giant breathing down my neck. In either instance, I never felt displaced or not completely Ornelas in any way. It's not just my parents and us girls, either. It's us, and all the nieces. We're so close we overlap, in our faces, gestures, temperaments, habits and laughter. it's a gift. But a gift that will shatter our hearts when that day comes when el Don y la Doña cross over.

Which makes me wonder if this is a product of family closeness, culture or gender. Or a culture-gender conglomerate.

And I wonder if this is something I'll be lucky enough to pass along when I have a family of my own.

♡

"It's like I have ESPN or something. "

2009-06-12T02:47:10Z

I just discovered the correlation between massive storm pressure and the "OMFG that hurts!" in my head. Especially in the numb part where my nerves aren't all reconnected yet.

Some days IDGAF.

2009-06-10T15:06:41Z

And those days the makeup stays off the face and I wear BROWN and bitches should just be happy I showered.

I'm 4 days off the Lortab and bloated. But I've lost enough lbs to fit into my second-tier skinny jeans. My first tier ones fit, but not comfortably yet.

To counteract this, here's a list of things that make me happy today:

* I'm almost able to sleep on my left side again. At least rolling over in the night doesn't send searing pain down my face and spine and just wakes me up to roll back over. Also, I'm almost able to sleep through the night.

* Watermelon. It makes up for the lethal heat. Triple-digit heat this week. Already. IN JUNE. (I will once again lament about missing the entire month of April/last month of Spring weather stuck indoors knocked out on painkillers. NOT. FAIR.) There's this little trailer on the Eastside that makes the best Aqua de Sandia in town. And HEB slices them in chilled quarters for a buck and half. Easy enough to fit in the fridge.

* Old Friends being found through the miracle of the Internet, reminding me that even the bad times had silver linings.

* The Orlando MAGIC for making the Finals interesting.

* Daniel for being the very best friend and husband I could have hoped for. Everyday, without fail, he leaves me a cup of tea by my bed when he leaves and breakfast laid out (cereal, a bowl, a spoon, a napkin) and my daily vitamins. Then he kisses me awake and I mumble my goodbyes and he laughs at whatever ridiculousness comes out of my mouth and whatever my hair looks like and then kisses me again and again. He smells so good and I love waking up to it. ♡

* Star Trek — I've seen it FIVE times in the theater and feel the need to make it a sweet six. I have a new appreciation for Orion Slave Dancers and that one scene with a young Captain Kirk. I went ahead and got all the figurines from BK on Ebay (that's AnnieBug acting excited and that's a cutout of a card someone printed for me that says, "You've temporarily upstaged the office pregnancies.")

* Sashimi @ Yu Sushi. It's gorgeous and yummy and feels like silk on my tongue.

* Today — because I'm not in pain and I'm awake and I'm at work loving what I'm doing.

"It's four in the morning ..."

2009-06-08T09:09:27Z

But clearly not the end of December, marked by the week-long bout of 97-, 98-, 99-degree weather ahead of us.

I can't sleep. I was exhausted all day today (and yesterday) but I didn't have to supplement my regular med with the narcotic med. First time since I got out of the hospital that I haven't had to take the narcotic pain reliever. Awesome right??

NOT SO.

Not taking it has plagued me with restless legs that ache so much that it's literally after 4 a.m. and I'm still not asleep. I tossed and turned for HOURS before I escaped to the couch in effort to not wake Daniel up. This is not going to bode well with my work schedule tomorrow.

I should be celebrating an almost pain-free day (the ache was still there, but dull enough to not warrant the med), but being exhausted and not being able to sleep (EVIL IRONY) is delaying celebration.

FML.

Edited to say: The sky is turning blue and it's past six in the morning and I'm miserable with sleep exhaustion. Yet, my body still won't do it.

Side-Effects and Newsbits

2009-06-04T18:40:07Z

Went to the doc again today, wants to change up my meds. I think it's because I wasn't being clear enough about my symptoms and it's always so rushed (whether it is or I just think it is) when I get in there and I have my questions detailed on a piece of paper and everything but I left feeling like, "hmm." So, I called back and explained everything to the nurse practitioner on the phone who said she'd run it by the doctor if I can stay on the meds I'm on now and give it a couple of weeks to see if they're working or not.

Changing meds makes for a few days of hell and then my body has to get used to a whole slew of new side-effects and it SUCKS. Also, and yes, I know this is completely silly and vain — the pill combo I'm on now makes me have no appetite. Which has never, ever happened to me before. I've never understood people who "forget to eat" or can go to a restaurant and eat three bites and be done (yes, you. I'm looking at you.) but now I get it. And I'm not quite ready to let this bonus side effect go just yet. These pills work as well as any others. I still hurt, but I can live with some hurt.

* * * * * * *

I love my new car like WHOA. Having a good stereo system makes all the difference in the world. I'm singing along everywhere I go and feeling safe with all my awesome airbags. I can't wait to take a trip in it. Maybe to the coast to visit family? Maybe to Dallas for a weekend of museums? Maybe all of the above once I can stay awake all day without crashing and napping.

* * * * * * *

Heartbroken over that AirFrance flight. It's spooky how much of a mystery it is. And heartbroken again over Dr. Tiller. It's the nonsensical sadness of this world that frightens the quiet spots in me. I need to stop listening to NPR in the mornings. Or, at least, start drinking again. ;)

I want this, SO BAD:

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Daniel's birthday is tomorrow! We'll be celebrating with a bowling party and I think I hit the Best Wife Ever category with this year's pressies. More tomorrow.

♡

Week of Shit.

2009-05-30T00:10:36Z

All week, I haven't felt this bad since a few weeks after the surgery. I can't call it a relapse, because that's not the word for it, but I definitely hit a wall. Going 100mph and pushing my body to act like it did before the surgery culminated in my body pushing back. Hard.

So I called my doctor and asked how long this pain and exhaustion will last because I'm SO FUCKING TIRED of it already and I got the stock answer of, "Everyone heals differently." I've also been reminded that it's been less than two months since the surgery and maybe I shouldn't try to be billy bad ass when there's still a lot of healing to do.

Cut to me breaking down at work because I can't concentrate AT ALL (something that tends to help when you're PROOFING) and I'm so tired and I know there's no way I can be there all day (I was supposed to come off half days). I reached the last straw mentally when Amy Awesome was all, "What's that in your ear?" I reached up to my ear and a lump of dried, black blood fell into my hand. WHAT?! I call my doctors again because, c'mon, WTF just happened?! They have no answer for this, except to murmur possible agreement that it could have been pooled in my ear since the surgery. This answers why I've had an earache for two months and why everyday when I took a q-tip to it, pain shot out of my head. I'm wigging out on the inside and about to lose it on the outside and that's when I go have a talk with my boss and cry my head off. (They are being unbelievably supportive in ways I shouldn't publicly blab about but I will say that I LOVE THEM and will gladly tattoo S\W on my face they rock so hard.)

So then the docs decide to change my meds.

Cut to me taking new meds and DYING from the pain because there's no relief at all from the head pain, but it did come with an added bonus of back pain and extra exhaustion. I cried/slept most of Wednesday and Thursday, then called the docs back and told them THIS ISN'T WORKING FIX ME NOW. They ask me if I'm also taking the narcotic pain reliever at the same time. No, I'm not. Then they say, "Oh, well you can take that to supplement the new meds b/c the new meds take a few days to start working."

0_o

I was in HELL and they totally could have told me this before.

They doubled my dosage of the new meds. And told me it would be fine if I also took an allergy med (I was under the impression I wasn't allowed, kaythx for the mixed message.) which made me feels loads better b/c everything hurt and I didn't know the difference between sinus pain and surgery pain because my entire head was one giant ACHE.

I took the double-dose of new meds last night and was promptly knocked on my ass, hallucinating and everything. Okay, that's a little over the top, no? So now I'm back to taking my original dose, allergy medication and supplementing with Lortab and I'm back to a level 2 in pain for a good part of today (Level 4, for the rest of it). Which is manageable. I have to get my sleeping back on track because I pass out during the day (uncontrolled) and can't sleep at night for the twitching side effects and insomnia.

So yeah. This week sucked ass. I'm beat, tired, achey and all around miserable. There's another reason, and if you log-in so you can read my private entries, you'll see it there.

Meet Goose

2009-05-27T06:24:23Z

I'll tell you guys all about the SHITTY day I had today where everything culminated into a proverbial big, steamy pile of poop. Poop with a side of headache and exhaustion.

But today? Today we celebrate:

G O O S E

My first-ever, brand-spanking new car. 2009 Volkswagen Rabbit. Drives like a dream. I love, love, love this ride. After driving The Beast (lovingly known as The Professor, my 1995 Nissan Pathfinder) for what, 7 years?, I can say I was ready for this upgrade for a long, long time.

Memorial Day

2009-05-25T15:34:23Z

I hope everyone takes a moment to remember a soldier today. It's easy to blur the details on why we're all able to enjoy the freedoms we do, but it was all fought for and earned on the backs of these fallen heroes. I'm reflecting on Michael Green. He lit up this world for so many, for so short a time. And man did he love boating, drinking and that gorgeous sun shining today.

http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/dates/2008/jan/07/michael--l-green/

Wicked!

2009-05-21T16:46:58Z

Just scored awesome seats for WICKED and I'm so excited about it. We're going to have to make it a full night of dressing up, fabulous food and Broadway entertainment. I can't wait!

***

Got two more bookshelves at Ikea yesterday, plus a TON of wooden hangers to upgrade out of plastic and wire and then a gorgeous pair of platform summer sandals at Banana Republic for a *steal* of a price.

***

Dreamed about an earthquake last night. It felt so weird, like water waves bobbing underneath the floor. It wasn't a big one, but it was very real in my head and I had to really work at keeping my panic at bay. It was probably because ...

***

Over pizza @ Homeslice last night, Daniel and I had the most ... interesting conversation. I can't say much more than that (except on staysassy, keeper of all secrets) other than the following: Wow...omg...srsly... and WOW. More to come when I have permission to divulge.

Right now, headaches and all, I'm happy with life. Sure I'd be happier without the chronic pain and exhaustion and the mini-breakdowns I (silently!) have when I can't stand having the pain (because really, one can only take this for so long before one loses it). But I'm happy. I am. Things are coming together in my head in ways they haven't in a long time. And the bigger picture is getting clearer.

☆Bless.☆

Does this make me an "other"?

2009-05-19T15:15:03Z

In my dream last night:

There were about twenty of us girls who were being held hostage in an abandoned house. They kept saying they'd let us go once the money got there (ransom, I assume). Kidnappers were a group of guys and Ana-Lucia (Michelle Rodriguez). Once my fellow captives started disappearing one by one, I was able to get a couple of minutes with Ana-Lucia for a game of volleyball. I asked her to level with me, were they going to kill us? She said yes. So I told her I was pregnant and to please spare me, give me a 5 minute head start on running away. I ended up running in to a Holiday Inn and begging them to put me in a room and call the cops but keep it on the down low. Once I was in the room I shoved the mattress and desk and chairs in front of the door and called 911. The kidnappers started banging on the door and shooting through it. That's when I woke up. Terrified.

I've been taking higher doses of the painkillers lately (been getting bad headaches), esp. last night when I accidentally slammed my head wound into the steel-reinforced corner of the window/wall. NOT SMART.

More painkillers = weird dreams.

***

The company I work for was named Agency of the Year by Black Entertainment Magazine.

http://www.blackenterprise.com/be-100s/be100s-articles/2009/05/10/advertising-agency-of-the-year-sweet-science/

Look at that 4-year growth! 38 million in billings to 111.8 million. We're so awesome it hurts!

***

Just got the new Tori Amos album. Listening now and loving it.

♡

Photo session with Hobbs

2009-05-17T22:19:29Z

So I broke a nail. Seen here. Clearly this means I have to cut the rest and that is 18 kinds of lame because my nails have never been this long.:

Evil Hobbs is sitting next to me, plotting my death. Which leads me to...

Hobbs — A retrospective

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4.

5. And with "I swear on my litterbox, I WILL destroy her!":

List of things I need to post about:

2009-05-16T17:37:01Z

meeting new friends with entirely different agendas than old friends
sobriety
awkward piercing moments
conversations about homeschooling
dog hunting
essays vs. short stories
magazines

Right now I'm too busy sitting on the patio, watching the rain, stealing kisses from my love and drinking multiple cups of hearty English tea.

In the meantime, here's Hobbs saying, "FML."

Frankenhead.

2009-05-13T17:21:36Z

I have a headache that I've had since last night so I'm proofing from home today.

And while I'm here in bed (still in my sleepy clothes, at noon.), I'm reading up on a LJ-community that's always going (and always awesome) and one post was about study abroad. That, in turn, brought up memories of Berlin and Ireland and taking writing courses and going into all those wonderful shops where I didn't know half the things on the shelf. Makes me itch for travel and itch even harder for taking a writing course.

Also, these meds make me itchy like a crack addict, so I'm not going to read too much into my scratching.

Maybe there's a UT course I an audit? I don't want to take on the course load of getting a Masters. Not now, when I'm just happy to be back at my wonderful job. But I want to get some short stories out my frankenhead. Sure, I could just sit down and write them right here, right now. But I operate so much more efficiently on a deadline. With a teacher whose work I can secretly mock out of spite.

I'm just feeling antsy (a word which, no matter how many times I write, I always want to write as, "ancey.") because I felt that after this surgery, I'm meant to do something else. Something more grandiose than what I'm doing right now. I mean, yeah, I should heal first and get to where I can stay awake an entire day without a nap or painkillers. But it's nice to daydream. Sort out my options. Think on it.

What I also need is a Web designer who can put together a non-livejournal blog for me. Something like pamie.com, dooce.com. Not a DIY one, and it needs to be modern-clean in design, photo heavy and with the ability to import 8 years of this one into it. Also, I'd like to not pay a shit ton. I wish people needed proofing trade.

LOST.

The season finale is tonight and I'm PSYCHED like whoa. I only wish my man would be back from NYC in time to watch it with me. Le Grand Sigh. I'm having a small (like, tiny) watch party anyway. I can't wait! Here's to hoping my head will give me a break by then and I can watch it without going "ow ow ow" every 10 minutes!

Format

2009-05-13T04:50:16Z

Steve Earle just released his tribute album to Townes Van Zant today. My question is do I buy the cd or buy the download?

I really only listen to my iPod or iPhone or music on my laptop. When we play music on our sound system, it's through our Blu ray which can be either a physical disk or mp3. So it doesn't really matter. I mean, we're not talking vinyl quality here.

I know the end of CDs as a music format is nigh. I don't know if I'm ready to commit to pure digital, though.

I suppose I could tip my decision to buy local and just go to Waterloo tomorrow.

I know, I know. first world problem. That's right. I don't post for two weeks then I babble incessantly about silly indecision. Clearly I need to go back to sleep now.

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iPhone love

2009-05-12T12:47:02Z

Testing out the el jay app for remote updating. Also drinking tea and missing my traveling man. Also also procrastinating my morning shower waiting for my pain pill to kick in. Thinking about breakfast and wondering if I'll stick to my healthy oatmeal or get something else on the way in. And listening to NPR, to boot.

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Things that are AWESOME

2009-04-30T15:09:29Z

Jazz Fest RULED!! We got to go to the Port o' Call the night we flew in. Then the fest in the morning where we saw Rebirth Brass Band, Irma Thomas, Erykah Badu & The Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis. We ate our Cochon de Lait Po Boy and bought a bunch of stuff from the crafts and Rachel rode us around on her golf cart and everyone was so happy to see a not-brain-wonky Terry and it was Awesome. Rachel told Greyhawk I was coming and he put together "Terry's Voodoo Room" in the back of her trailer — windows covered with fabric, air conditioned and a futon just in case I needed to relax and get out of the sun. For real. These people rock so hard.

Sunday — Cafe De Monde for beignets and cafe au lait. Then off to Jackson Square for people watching. Followed by Harrah's where my first $10 netted me $180! And THEN we went back to Jazz Fest and saw Locos por Juanas, The Avett Bros., Better Than Ezra, Etta James (she grabbed her crotch a LOT. Weird perverted old lady with a wonderful voice.) and Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. We had another Cochon de Lait Po Boy (I dreamed of this for two years, dammit. I wanted 4, but I had but 2.) and then left the fest and headed to the Marigny Brasserie for an awesome dinner.

Flew back on Monday. Bumpy flight. BUT I learned something new about me. As anxious and nervous I used to get about flying, I had no fear this time. Something about getting your brain cut open really puts things in perspective.

***

MY BFF IS FLYING HERE RIGHT NOW.

And I'm keeping her all to myself — mine! mine! mine! lulz! One of my bffs helped pay her ticket as a birthday present to me. How awesome is that? It's the best awesome of both worlds! I have to get my ass showered and get this house clean before she gets here in TWO HOURS

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2009-04-29T01:03:05Z

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"Walking to New Orleans..."

2009-04-24T19:28:10Z

Going to New Orleans. Rachel has set up a futon in her air-conditioned trailer for me to rest and take naps on if needed. I know it's a risky venture, but I'm not going to overdo it. There won't be any drinking, much to my dismay, but there will be food and music and merriment (AND there will be gambling @ Harrah's, Jazz on Frenchman St., and beignets @ Cafe Du Monde and the Hustler megastore and the HOB!) and a much needed getaway for me and my love.

We had a great interview @ immigration in San Antonio today. Small world — the agent's (who was interviewing us) dad played in the same conjunto circles as my Dad. And we're both Army brats. Crazy! Looks like we've been approved for the next step and my baby will soon be on his way to having his green card. Him being the only non-hispanic in the waiting room did not escape me, nor did the fact that everyone must have assumed it was ME applying for it. (Grumble Grumble) It was weird, feeling that way. I was simultaneously meant to feel inferior (aside from the agent, they're not very nice) and superior (I didn't have a thing to worry about, me with my US passport). No, I didn't like that at all.

So much to say So much to say So much to say ...

2009-04-22T15:01:42Z

I hate it when I don't post after something big and then daaaays go by and I'm all like, "oh yeah — awesomeness occurred!"

I'll backtrack:

FRIDAY: we got movies and curries and had a wonderful night of snuggles and laughs. It was an awesome precursor to Anniversary Saturday.

SATURDAY: Best Saturday D brought me breakfast in bed and we rolled around and gave thanks to each other for making this last year the happiest in our lives. It's been one hell of a year and it hit me, honestly for the first time, while I was kissing him how absolutely lucky I am to be alive right now. With all my faculties in place. I broke down sobbing with gratefulness. We exchanged presents — I got him some of the Star Wars toys he's collecting (we have a shelf with Star Trek collectibles and one for Star Wars. We're utterly geeky in the very best way.) and a silver pendant on a chain that says Courage.

My sister got it for me before my surgery. I took it off before I went into the OR and he put it around his neck and never took it off. I got him one of his own (it's not girly, promise) and took mine back. Yes they match, shut up.

He got me a 50th anniversary hardbound edition of Elements of Style and then took me to Nordstroms to go SHOE SHOPPING.

I got these Miz Mooz sandals and honestly this photo sucks because they look 100x more cute ON:

and these Miss Sixty ones which I'm so in love with:

We went to dinner at Ranch 616 and he reserved our usual table and the staff were all "Awww, it's been a YEAR?" and brought us champagne and appetizers and dessert on the house. It was awesome. They got a kick out of the hair, though. Miguel and Preston were all, "Look at you Ms. Punk Rock!" and the waitress (I hate that I forgot her name) was all, "so did you do that on a dare?" People have this reaction all the time. It's hilarious. But not as hilarious as their reaction when I pull it back to show the scar and say, "No, brain surgery."

Sunday: Our favorite neighbors and Russ and Fay came by after brunch (I overdid it on Saturday and felt awful on Sunday morning and missed brunch. poop.) to say hi and share in some celebration cake (the new one, not the year-old one).

And then my mom came into town and we've been doing it up right for quality time.

Yeah. Getting back to awesome has been awesome. :)

imzadi22 @ 2009-04-20T20:02:00

2009-04-21T01:02:52Z

22:16 Too many tweets. Want to flush phone. Husband looking at me like i'm mad and noting irony that i'm tweeting this. #
22:19 @Ainjelemme but that means no you and I can't have that now can I? Nyet. #

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