a few updates for the massive...
Updates:
1. It snowed like a mofo. I'm talking 18-20" worth of the white stuff, and heavy. I'll post pics for all you non-snowed people out there. It was pretty amazing. Saturday night, Liz came over and we sat here drinking vodka and shooting the shit while Law and Order played in the background. We had a good time of it, getting looped and laughing at the strangest shit. I love that girl. After the show let out, Joey came home and Runt and Will came over with him. We all sat here babbling for a while, eating McDonalds and watching television, and then at around midnight, Liz, Will, and Runt headed out into the storm for home.
Sunday morning, I woke up to a blizzard, basically. It was pretty awesome. The show got cancelled, and Joey and I sat around being bums all day. At around 2pm, Liz and Becca called to say they were headed to the store, did we want anything, and oh yea...put on your effing snowboots and trek over to their place for fun times with margaritas and movies. Needless to say, we didn't make it over there until nearly 7pm, because we're lazy, but we still had a great time slugging down the drinks and playing poker. I rocked the first game and lost miserably in the second, but I still walked with $10 more than I came with.
2. I still haven't heard back from the doctor on the results of my biopsy. I am okay with this. I figure, as long as I don't have to think about the state of all things cervical, I'll be all right. It's when the thinking begins that my mind falls apart.
3. Angee is in labour! She's 2 weeks early according to the original due date, but Joe said that prior to the baby shower, Bigfoot (as the lil' boy is so aptly nicknamed) was already head-down, ready to tuck and roll. She went to the doctor this morning, and he told her to get done whatever it is that she wants to get done in her last hours of being childless, because she had to be back at the hospital by 8pm to begin the pushing, grunting, excruciating work of introducing a baby to this world. Joe was a twitchy mess when I spoke with him, a total bundle of nerves, because he really only wants to be the best father he can for his son. He really didn't have a role model, with the exception of my father, whom he didn't meet until much later in his life, but he wants only the best. I wish the two of them the best of luck on this venture of theirs. I know they'll do just fine. And, just for the record, I told the two of them that this was a Valentine's Day baby. If I had just joined the babypool, I'd be a winner. I'll update later with the pertinent info like weight, height, time of birth, and name. Joe said they're really thinking Aidan Joseph or Aidan James. I'm liking it.
4. I think I'm getting sick. A fine time for it, considering I have exactly 1 PTO day available, and I'm trying to save it in case of bad biopsy results. I can't swallow very well without pain, and opening my mouth makes my throat hurt. This is been an on again/off again thing, and I'm heavily considering mono again, just because it would really make my fucking day.
5. I'm out of Pepsi and accepting donations.
6. I napped for a total of four hours after work today, hitting the couch at approximately 6:30 and assing out until 10:30 this evening. This is part of what's weighing on the "It-could-be-mono" scale. I've been way too tired for my own good lately.
7. I'm out of things to update about, so...it's off to the couch, again, where I'll probably pass out until I have to shower and go to bed. Good night, all!
1. It snowed like a mofo. I'm talking 18-20" worth of the white stuff, and heavy. I'll post pics for all you non-snowed people out there. It was pretty amazing. Saturday night, Liz came over and we sat here drinking vodka and shooting the shit while Law and Order played in the background. We had a good time of it, getting looped and laughing at the strangest shit. I love that girl. After the show let out, Joey came home and Runt and Will came over with him. We all sat here babbling for a while, eating McDonalds and watching television, and then at around midnight, Liz, Will, and Runt headed out into the storm for home.
Sunday morning, I woke up to a blizzard, basically. It was pretty awesome. The show got cancelled, and Joey and I sat around being bums all day. At around 2pm, Liz and Becca called to say they were headed to the store, did we want anything, and oh yea...put on your effing snowboots and trek over to their place for fun times with margaritas and movies. Needless to say, we didn't make it over there until nearly 7pm, because we're lazy, but we still had a great time slugging down the drinks and playing poker. I rocked the first game and lost miserably in the second, but I still walked with $10 more than I came with.
2. I still haven't heard back from the doctor on the results of my biopsy. I am okay with this. I figure, as long as I don't have to think about the state of all things cervical, I'll be all right. It's when the thinking begins that my mind falls apart.
3. Angee is in labour! She's 2 weeks early according to the original due date, but Joe said that prior to the baby shower, Bigfoot (as the lil' boy is so aptly nicknamed) was already head-down, ready to tuck and roll. She went to the doctor this morning, and he told her to get done whatever it is that she wants to get done in her last hours of being childless, because she had to be back at the hospital by 8pm to begin the pushing, grunting, excruciating work of introducing a baby to this world. Joe was a twitchy mess when I spoke with him, a total bundle of nerves, because he really only wants to be the best father he can for his son. He really didn't have a role model, with the exception of my father, whom he didn't meet until much later in his life, but he wants only the best. I wish the two of them the best of luck on this venture of theirs. I know they'll do just fine. And, just for the record, I told the two of them that this was a Valentine's Day baby. If I had just joined the babypool, I'd be a winner. I'll update later with the pertinent info like weight, height, time of birth, and name. Joe said they're really thinking Aidan Joseph or Aidan James. I'm liking it.
4. I think I'm getting sick. A fine time for it, considering I have exactly 1 PTO day available, and I'm trying to save it in case of bad biopsy results. I can't swallow very well without pain, and opening my mouth makes my throat hurt. This is been an on again/off again thing, and I'm heavily considering mono again, just because it would really make my fucking day.
5. I'm out of Pepsi and accepting donations.
6. I napped for a total of four hours after work today, hitting the couch at approximately 6:30 and assing out until 10:30 this evening. This is part of what's weighing on the "It-could-be-mono" scale. I've been way too tired for my own good lately.
7. I'm out of things to update about, so...it's off to the couch, again, where I'll probably pass out until I have to shower and go to bed. Good night, all!
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