Bum-mer.

My poor bottom. After some humiliating x-rays involving some ladies that were definitely laughing at me behind that little “protect you from the x-ray machine wall”, it was deemed that my sitter isn’t broken, just terribly bruised and banged. I have never been that aware of my backside, I don’t consider it to be my best feature, so I usually just ignore it. At this point, it can’t be ignored. The pain is terrible! Sitting, standing, walking, all are a constant reminder of that terrible sledding accident. Sigh. The good news is that the Dr. prescribed me some pain killers… so while sitting is still painful, I get to spend the day in la-la-land, with my head in the clouds. The result is me smiling with googly eyes at the computer, half sitting on my chair, and randomly commenting on things I feel are extremely relevant to work, such as, “Mara is great at karaoke” or “I think that banana’s have a strange texture, kinda mushy and weird”. Or, my favorite, “Do you think that 9am is to early to go to lunch?” Ahh… yes, life is far more interesting when all you can think about is your ass. The best part is that I’m currently getting paid to do it, right now as I type this very work oriented blog. Also, it gives me the excuse to moon my friends. I innocently ask them, "Do you want to see my bruise? It's terrible." And then the fun begins.
Last night was Mara and Brent’s final final final farewell party. I didn’t really realize it until this morning… I am not going to see Mara every week now! Girl’s night is not going to be the same with out her. Mara…. I miss you already! You are moving to Sunny Cali, and leaving us all behind. Sigh… I apparently left before the real fun started… I can honestly say I have no idea what the pictures on her blog are from. Was not there for that part, and am not responsible for what ever happened. It was great to see Dave, Tabitha, and Marla again too! Poor Lacey missed out… but she had a good excuse. I think that it’s pretty funny, earlier this week, we were chatting and she told me she had gotten her cold from Jeremey, but it had totally been worth it. Last night she had begun to wavier on that opinion… : )
I’m beginning to get a little sad here… it feels like that fateful after high school day when all your friends head off to college or new jobs in new cities far away. Things are changing, and it’s kinda scary. New and exciting, but still a little scary.
I’m headed to Whistler next weekend. I hate snow, but I’m going to Whistler! Yess!!!! Funny, I mention it last night and Meagan asked me if I skied. I laughed and reminder her that I hate snow. I’m going to keep my sister company. She is only a month and a half pregnant, so she can’t ski or snowboard, but her husband is going and she doesn’t want to be stuck in the lodge all day by herself. The hotel room is a killer deal, and I do think that snow is pretty, so it should be fun. Yes, I did say that snow is pretty. But you can hate pretty things. I can’t currently think of anything else besides snow at this time. But I will shortly. Um…. Wait…… Darn it. This stupid medicine is causing me to loose my train of thought. Is it lunch time yet? Is 9:30 to early for lunch? Oh ya, by the way… my sister is totally knocked up! Ya! They have been married for about three years now, and they apparently decided to start having kids! I have already nicknamed the baby my Neicphew, since we don’t know if it’s a boy or girl yet. I think that the funniest part was when my dad asked how far along she was. Sarah responded with “seven weeks today”… and then she got this look on her face… and said…”well, this evening”. You could watch my dad’s face go from “Oh, ok” to “Eww… they totally did it seven weeks ago, gross!” I laughed so hard. Poor dad. Yes, that is how she got pregnant. (And yes it’s kinda unnerving and I try not to think about it.) I leave you to ponder that today.

I hate snow (Part Two)

Merry Christmas! I hope that you all had a good holiday, spent time with the people you love (or your family) and that Santa brought you what you wanted.
I managed to get Friday off work, so Thursday night I headed up to my parents house. My sister and bro-in-law were already in Spokane running errands, so they offered to give me a lift. It was great! We were about half an hour into the trip when we discovered that we had forgotten the turkey and had to come back. Nice. I did remember everything else, which was quite a feat. I spent the weekend with my family, which was fun. We did a lot of cooking and playing games. Infact, we had quite the rousing round of Pictionary, in which I was required to prove my unshakeable talent once again. As my younger cousins grow, they believe that they can beat me. But they can’t. Who else can guess labotamy from a little picture of a head with a line through the top of it? Oh, ya, I can. You can’t. That is why I am the champion. The extended weekend wasn’t really that relaxing, partially due to a sledding accident on Saturday (I still can’t sit down comfortably, I think that I may have cracked my poor tailbone. It’s another reason for me to HATE snow,) and partially due to the crazy schedule that my family always seems to have. This schedule included getting up at 7am on Christmas Day so that they could be in Seattle that evening. I think that it should be against the law for you to have to get up early on Christmas Day. In fact, I’ve already decided that I’m going to keep my kids up late so that they will sleep in. The new rule is, if you get up before 9am, Santa takes back all of your presents. I was disappointed that we had to celebrate on Saturday instead of the actual officially set aside day. It was sucky. I’m really glad that we all got to spend time together, but I was the one left at home, by myself, sitting on my broken tailbone on Christmas evening. Don’t worry, I sufficiently drown all my sorrows in eggnog and Christmas cookies, but I haven’t had to spend “holiday” time by myself before. I have just been lucky enough to manage to be with family or friends. So I watched some nauseatingly Christmasy movies on TV and took a four hour nap. I then unpacked the two 100 pound suitcases I had taken with me for the four day, three nights trip (I know, I really under packed) and went to bed. Pretty exciting, I know!Man, my tailbone really hurts. Still. I have this oddly shaped bruise too… It’s currently the darkest purple I have ever seen… and it’s split in half, between my two cheeks. Ouch. I’m thinking that I need to get into the doctor, to at least get some pain medication. Can they prescribe you a drip of morphine to your butt cheeks? How am I supposed to sit at work? I think that they rest of the office is entertained by my inability to sit or stand properly. Good thing girls don’t fart, or I would be in even more pain….

Have a Holly Jolly Christmas... and a Hap-hap-happy New Year!!

Whoa… before I get mobbed for not blogging, I have been on the down and out, (versus the high and in? I wasn't ever that cool in highschool to be high and in. Sad. But good for my short term memory. What was I saying again?) I also have been super busy helping with my cousin’s wedding. The last week has consisted of this, work, help with wedding, work, wedding, work, give turtle to other cousin Amy, work, decorate for wedding, go to wedding, come home, go to Mara’s going away party, come home, and then be sick for two days. Awesome.
Aren’t you glad that I filled you all in that?
Being sick was terrible. I got that nasty, nasty stomach flu that is going around. I’m not going to get into it. Ever since my sister and I had to lecture my mom about how we didn’t feel that it was appropriate for her to ask her Bible study group to pray for her diarrhea to stop, I feel hypocritical when I bring up embarrassing things like that. I love my mom so much, but she kinda crossed the line there I think. Hmm… In conclusion, I must have looked as terrible as I felt, because even the roomie took pity on me, and asked me if I was okay. I requested a glass of water. The roomie was super nice and made me some jello too. (Easy on the way down and easy when it comes back up too. Thank you!) I didn’t die, even though I thought I was going to, and Tuesday I reported back to work. Still feeling a little queasy, but I love the fact that I’m spreading the germs. Who wants a big Christmas hug? How about a kiss? : ) I did get in some quality time with the TV. Unfortunately the TV in my room doesn’t get cable, so I watched a lot of infomercials. They put me to sleep anyway, so it was a win-win situation.
Anyway. Christmas is moving along, I have almost all my shopping done. I had it done, and then more people got invited, so that requires me to do a little extra shopping.
I spent last night wrapping the gifts that I have gotten so far. I’m still a little sickly from the weekend, so I didn’t put much effort into it. I know, it’s kinda sad, but true. One year I went all out and wrapped all of them in brown craft paper and made bows out of fabric. It was crazy. Not this year. This year I sponged wrapping paper off of a friend in exchange for my ribbon skills. Yes…
I’m pretty excited because I got my dad some golfing shoes this year. Unfortunately the golfing shoe salesman tried to pick me up for his buddy/co worker. I was a little offended. He was kinda jerk-ish about it. I mean, seriously, do you really think that I’m going to take your friend out for a beer because you just sold me some golfing shoes for my dad? No. I’m sorry. I felt bad for his friend/co-worker, because he was totally embarrassed about it.
Um, ya. So Rene is totally coming to see me for New Years! Ya! Meagan, Rene and I are going to check out First Night! Yes…. It is going to be awesome. I’m actually excited. Plus, the tickets are pretty cheap, I think that they are like $11 or $12!! Sweet! That is enough to feed one child in Africa for two weeks, provide them with clothing and education needed to help them succeed. Ahh… I guess I did absorb some infomercial there. Sorry….Now if only I had ordered the thighmaster that makes julienne fries, I would haven’t get another present. Darn it.