Last weekend was the definition of awesomeness. Booze, Friends, Mud. Moz from medical school was home which called for a Friday night fire, an amazing pong/flipcup hybrid drinking game and taking way too many shots of Jameson until the wee hours of the morning. Let’s just say 7:15, when I had 13 people meeting at my house for mud volleyball, came around rather quick. Mud volleyball, my summer soul mate, brought more binge drinking, dirt in every crevice, shouting, singing and being surrounded by the people I love most in the world. Fast forward through a way too short afternoon nap and I am sporting a jester hat and screaming “Ticky Tocky Ticky Tocky Oy Oy Oy!” as liter beers are brought to the table. Sunday, day of rest, obviously finds me at the Northwest Brewfest. Followed by TRUE BLOOD. This weekend was heavenly perfection.
Then Monday decided to bitch slap me.
Friday is taking impossibly long to get here. It’s as if the universe took a lot at the grand slam that was last weekend and decided, alright this girls had enough, lets cut her off at the knees. Work, my car, my schedule, every FUCKING thing has been a complete shit storm since Monday at approximately 8 am. A large, large part of it is quite possibly my fault since I’m not exactly taking good care of myself. MC’s been working pretty much all nights this week which means he doesn’t even get home until midnight. Considering that I have to get up at 7, you’d think that I wouldn’t really wait up, or if I did it would be for a quick night cap. Wrong. I take naps when I can, but generally I just stay up until he gets home so I can hang out with him. If I don’t, I just plain miss him and it fucks with me the following day. So we stay up, booze, watch discovery channel, have sex and stumble into dreamland somewhere around 3. As in 3 am, meaning I’ve been getting around 4 hours of sleep nightly and working long, stressful days. I am usually a night owl as it is, but with everything going on at work lately, the late nights seem to be taking their toll.
And my body currently despises me.
This Friday, hopefully, will bring a much needed restart. A start that will include celebrating a brand spankin new engagement, my first class of the semester, a baby shower for a radiant mommy-to-be and SLEEPING IN WITH MC!
Life, it’s time to get good again.
Six months ago, if you asked me anything about a blog or the blog world, I would have stared at you blankly as if you had just spoken French. Even though I started following a few blogs and visiting tons of others back in May, I’m still pretty much flying blind here with the whole actual designing/writing/commenting thing. I was introduced to blogs when a friend moved down to St. Maarten for medical school, and his girlfriend decided to document their adventures down there. I thought the idea was fantastic and I found myself looking forward to her stories and posts. It seemed like such a fabulous way to live vicariously through other people. So I read her blog and found some others and those led me to some others, and before I knew it, I was looking forward to new posts more than my weekly TV shows (except you, True Blood, you’re still my #1!).
I honestly never even considered starting my own little blogspace. I like to write, but I’m not exceptionally good at it by any means. I was perfectly content just reading other people’s blogs and enjoyed agreeing with, praying for and just plain hating some of the things that people said. I find they help me immensely at times, especially when I don’t know how to put the way I am feeling into words. Reading other people’s views and opinions is fascinating and helps me really identify how I truly feel on issues. Essentially, other people help me know myself better.
But after one particularly long, kind of shitty and super eventful day, I found myself wanting to blog. Wanting to say my piece and put it out there. Use writing as a therapeutic tool and not just something reserved for research papers. This one day was packed with announcements of pregnancies, fights with my best friend, finding out a girl whose been like a sister to me for 12 years is moving 3,000 miles away, work meetings and school payment plans, feelings of failure and a ten minute phone call with my love, MC, that made me remember it was all going to be ok. I felt myself yearning for a better way to process my thoughts. I wanted to express how sad, let down, excited, motivated, tired, anxious, blessed I felt. So, I chose action over contemplation and here we are.
Hello Internet : )