He comes home tonight!

I’m not picking him up at the airport. I figured there is no point wasting gas and fighting rush hour traffic when the government can pay for his Taxi ride home. I know that this is like blasphemy because I ALWAYS pick him up from the airport but I have so much to do tonight for the party tomorrow that it just doesn’t make any sense. Had I stayed home today and gotten stuff done then I would have gladly driven out there tonight. Alas, this is not the case. I did find out however, that he has purchased an early Christmas gift for me which, I am led to believe, costs more then all the Christmas gifts hes bought me to date! Ohhh what could it be??? I’m so damn excited. I LOVE PRESENTS!

Tonight I need to go home and do the following…

1. Buy the rest of the ingredients for the amazing appys I’m making for tomorrow.
2. Start preping all the appys I’m making for tomorrow.
3. Finish painting the other sides of the doors.
4. Start taking all the Christmas decorations out of the boxes.
5. Possibly clean the bathroom?

Tomorrow we have to put up the tree and decorate that. Move all the furniture to fit the tree and have enough space for people to sit and mingle at the infamous ‘Make Love to my Balls’ Party. Clean up the disaster that will be a result of all the decorating. Do some major floor cleaning. Finish up all the appys, and try not to look stressed and tired and disaster-like for the party! Yay! These tasks are very daunting to me right now and I wish I was at home starting them all.

I felt super gross when I woke up yesterday morning. I had a very sore throat and just a feeling of over all grossness. I contemplated staying home but then I remembered that we were all going out for lunch because a co-worker is going on maternity leave so I figured I should show up for that. I made a plan that I would go to work and try and finish a bunch of stuff in case I was worse today and then I wouldn’t feel so bad about staying home because I would know all my work is done. So I worked my butt off yesterday and got a bunch of stuff out and then I woke up this morning not feeling as gross. So here I am with all my work done for the day and its 9am.

No ones here today and those who are are leaving at lunch time. This will be the most painfully drawn out day yet. I should be at home doing stuff.

Oh yea. I promise to live blog tomorrow during the party like I did last year. Not that anyone really cares anymore. BUT I CARE.

Matt came over for dinner last night. We’ll technically we both met at my moms house and she made us dinner. It was good times with my Dad bashed Britney Spears and my Mom telling stories about her works Secret Santa. It was quite enjoyable.

After dinner we accompanied the parentals to Shoppers Drug Mart because for some reason we always like joining them on adventures. I bought some make up and sang to Matt as he looked at me annoyingly. My mom had to mail the 4 billion Thank You cards from the wedding. A bunch had to go over seas and so she had to weigh them or something. Anyways, it caused a giant line up behind her.

We didn’t do anything else after that. Matt hopped on the skytrain and I went home to wrap Christmas presents. I watched Tori & Dean Home Sweet Hollywood and cried again. That show always makes me cry I don’t know why. I love them despite the way they dumped their Ex’s to be together.

Tonight I have a bunch of things to do. I figured I would invite Pat along for the ride since hes at home doing nothing and I have a feeling if I go home I will end up watching hours of TV and won’t be motivated to do anything. I’m always that way in the evenings, especially if its dark out, which it already is at 4:30.

Chad told Pat to keep his Jew Mitts off of me. Aww. Jew Mitts! I wonder what they would look like? They sound cute. Probably made out of a fuzzy blue fabric with a Star of David on them. Aww fuzzy mitts!

I talked to Chad a bit this afternoon before he headed off to the Pub for dinner. I wish I was with him because it would be a vacation for me unlike it being work for him. Plus, I love snow.

I think I am going to make us pasta for dinner, but with a cream cheese sauce and maybe some mushrooms and zucchini. Sounds tasty and now I am drooling. I’m sure Pat will take pictures of everything. People should hang out at the apt. more around dinner. I always make good food. Promise.

Tonight I need to go to Costco to buy stuff for Saturday. I need to re-paint the doors again and hopefully stain some wood. Clean the bathroom and maybe sweep the floors. Bring all the Christmas stuff up and start to figure out the lay out of everything. And then maybe I will have a shower and cuddle up in blankets to watch TV. Alone that is, not with Pat silly.

The heater smells like its burning something. I think that’s my key to go home.

Pictures are from Sunday night waiting to pick up Claudia to go to the work Christmas Party. Just so you know.

I said Good-Bye to my dear Husband this morning as he caught a cab to the airport off on another work adventure. I hope hes got the proper attired for brisk cold Ottawa. If not its not my fault. He doesn’t own anything to combat frigid temperatures.

Hes left me many times before and for much longer periods of time. The only thing that will be weird about this is not having him there when I go to sleep and wake up in the morning. Alas, I am sure I will survive. Especially if he promises to come back with handfuls of gifts for yours truly.

I have been up since 6 and ended up coming to work half an hour early because I felt like it.

Right, so I went to el Doctors yesterday for my yearly check up dealio. I seem to be quite the healthy young whipper snapper, aside from my lumpy throat and ridiculous right breast. I had blood work done to check my thyroid and subsequent organs and all the results came back fine, as I predicted, so everyone can calm down. I’m not dying of some crazy thyroid disease. I go for an ultrasound this afternoon for the lump. The Dr. says that the results of said ultrasound should give him an indication of how to proceed with it.

Before I left his office yesterday he asked if there was anything else I wanted him to check out. I mentioned the cysts that I have on my right boob that I had checked by his assistant last year. At the time I was told that there was nothing I could do about them. They would grow and they would shrink and because they weren’t cancerous they won’t remove them. The one that’s on the side doesn’t hurt and I rarely ever notice it but the one on the top is the most annoying thing in the world. Because it rests against my chest wall /ribs you can see it protrude. It is the ugliest thing in the world and it hurts all the time. So I expressed my extreme frustration with it and asked if there was anything he could do about it.

(PatZ stop reading here or you will faint)

He took a look and saw how awkwardly positioned it was and the pain it caused me so he suggest draining it. I was all for this. So he grabs this honking needle, hold the area where the cyst is and with out any local anesthetic or anything plunges the son of a slut right in. Now I have a very high tolerance for pain, but sweet Jesus that friggin hurt. Anyways, hes swinging at me butcher style but the cyst isn’t draining. So he pulls it out positions himself differently, and goes in for more, this time digging it in for one last ditch effort after hes already stabbed it in. How I survived is unknown.

So I’m laying there, cringing in pain and the bloody cyst will not drain. He asked if I wanted him to try one more time to which I replied, No Thank You. So after several attempts to drain the bane of my existence I lay there with holes in my boob which are now pouring out blood and nothing has been solved. Awesome.

His exact words were – “Well this guy is very Tenacious . Haha Tenacious D”

I was very light hearted about it all. I mean its not really his fault that my cyst is the spawn of Satan and doesn’t want to die. Plus, I technically ASKED to be stabbed repeatedly.

Hes referring me to a Specialist of some sort who will be able to take a look at the lump on my throat and the cyst on my boob which, he said, will then be removed by another stabbing attempt or possibly cutting the damn thing out. I will pretty much do whatever I have to, to get rid of this thing, that’s how much it bothers me. Bring on the pain bitches! The only thing I do hope is that the lump on my throat doesn’t have to be removed so I don’t have a giant scar across my neck.

Now you are up to date on my physical health.

You are welcome.

Hello Monday Morning.

It’s “nice” to see you again. I think the only saving grace in today is getting to leave at 2:30 for a doctors appointment.

This whole “not feeling well” has lingered onto this week as well. Again, its like I’m sick but not sick enough to warrant staying home and getting better, its more of a long drawn out half assed sickness. So weird.

This weekend I was pretty much lazy. Saturday I just did not feel well at all and only did half of what I wanted to do because I could not bring myself to get off the couch. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I kept coughing. It was making me exhausted.

I did 3 loads of laundry and then forgot about the last load of sheets and towels. I’m such a knob. I will need to finish that tonight midst packing for Chad and cleaning and making dinner and finishing the last of the Thank You cards. Sweet Jesus.

I got my eyebrows done yesterday and while they have always been a bit weird yesterday turn out a little wonky. My right eyebrow is perfect but now my left one is shorter then the right one as in it ends before my right one does and it is driving me crazy! Usually there are a few hairs at the end which look a bit odd but extend my eyebrow to the appropriate length but she ripped them out so now I’ve got a stubby brow. Its making me mental.

Yesterday afternoon Alicia and I went to the last Portobello West of the season. They had some very cute stuff for sale and I spent the majority of my time oddeling over all the little felt creations and funny magnets. I swear to you I am 12 years old at heart. I was this close to spending all my money on the cutest arglye felt monster but then remembered that I have enough stuffed animals and if I buy any more people will begin to wonder about me when they come over and find shelves and shelves of plush toys. Ha.

We had our Christmas Party last night. It’s held at my bosses house and everyone from the design department, warehouse, drafting department and stores comes over for a big party. They’ve got a huge house so it works well. They make all the food themselves and it is to die for. Alicia, Claudia, and I got there fairly early and we stuffed ourselves silly. I’ve never eaten so much food in my entire life. It was so good. I wish I could go back in time and eat more.

We left basically after dessert as Alicia wasn’t feeling well and I was driving her home. I got home at about 10:30 and went right to bed but all the food that I had just consumed was making me delirious and I could not sleep. It was the weirdest thing. Not to mention I had that damn Kanye West song stuck in my head. (Chad downloaded his newest CD and now we are obsessed with it.) It did not make for a restful sleep at all. Damn you Love Lockdown.

Alicias got pictures from yesterday if you want to check’em out. They are at the bottom of the post. I didn’t take any. Woops.

3 more hours of work people!