So it’s been a while since I’ve written on here. I just want to say that I’ve had a new obsession that I am currently working through…
I’ve discovered my kitchen! And it has things I can use to make food with and I am fascinated by it. My Instagram is chock full of pictures of my cooking experiments. It’s kind of beautiful really, seeing something you made get shoved down someone’s mouth…(lovely image, no?)
Anyway, you’ll have to bear with me as I follow this through to the end. Although, I may just have to add a Food section to this blog!
In the meantime, if you’re on instagram, follow me to see all my beautiful foodie creations!
Yay! I now have a Facebook page. I debated about doing this, as I don’t think I have that many follows to justify a FB page. But then I thought, what better way to get more people reading this blog than to give them options?
So there you have ladies and gents. The entire thought process…yes, yes, I am rolling my eyes too.
My dad is not okay. I didn’t realize it would hit home as hard as it has. He’s in the hospital, sick. With what? I don’t know. I have no one to contact to ask these things to. My mom left for Haiti this morning and I’m sitting on pins and needles, waiting for her to call and tell me what’s going on.
I know I’ve said it before, but I’m so sick and tired of people getting sick and dying around me. I am ill-equipped for all of this. I’ve lost my grandparents and now my dad, who’s no spring chicken, is so badly ill that he had to go to the hospital? I have never gotten a message about him being sick before. And I don’t know whether that’s been because they didn’t know how to contact me (highly unlikely) or because it was never serious enough to call me.
I just want to be reassured. That is all I’m asking for. I just want to know what’s going on so I can plan according…
What can I say, today of all days? Martine, you are now Mrs. Stefanovic. The tall, lanky girl who I’ve known since I was two years old has grown up into a beautiful woman, starting a new chapter in her life. Finally going somewhere that I cannot follow. I want to say, “stop, don’t go, stay here with me where you belong.” But as I stand here and look at you and your husband, I realize you are
exactly where you belong.
Is this not what we dreamed about? Played Barbie, pretending that we were the ones in pretty white dresses, marrying our Ken?
And Nick, I can’t remember a time as an adult that I didn’t know you; that you were not a part of my life. I’ve always felt that you were family, and now we’re related by marriage, and it’s so, so awesome! I feel like at this point I should insert a warning to treat her like the Queen she deserves to be treated as, but you do that already.
So, because I’m going to need a drink if I’m ever going to let you take Martine away from me, I would like everyone to raise their glass to Martine and Nick. I love you both so very much. Have a wonderful life together.
I don’t know if this is a brand new topic or just a continuation of a previous blog about Haiti’s earthquake. I was devastated to hear what happened to my country over a year ago. I was worried about not hearing from my dad, about my dying grandmother having to live through that kind of terror. But all my worries and fears faded.
And then New York gets hit with an earthquake, a tremor, if we want to be honest. Lasted the whole of five minutes and then everyone went back to work. Continue reading →
I had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday. What started out as a simple consultation appointment ended up being the last day I would spend with four of my teeth.
First, let me give you some back story on my teeth. I have never been without teeth once they started growing in. My adult teeth were already pushing out when my baby teeth started getting loose. My wisdom teeth grew out and went back in several times throughout my life. You can’t imagine the pain!
So believe me when I tell you that I’d grown attached to them. But when I found myself looking for anything sharp enough and small enough to get into the crack between my back teeth so I could push against the gum where my teeth was hurting (anything for some relief), I decided that enough was enough.
I made an appointment and went in for some x-rays. The oral surgeon said that I had perfect teeth. Yeah, that’s right, he said perfect teeth. And then asked me if I wanted to pull them today.
Instant panic mode.
Eventually I said ok and after signing a waiver saying that I wouldn’t sue if something went wrong (lovely, right?) he proceeded to stick me in my gums with the biggest damn needles I’ve ever seen. Then he went away, probably to wait for the numbness to begin. And of course, that’s when everyone wanted to talk to me, and ask me questions. My mouth felt like it was the size of a beach ball and I was starting to panic because I couldn’t swallow and these nurses wanted to ask me questions and give me instructions. Suffice it to say that I wasn’t paying any kind of attention.
After a few minutes, he came back and took a chisel and clamps and proceeded to rip my teeth out of my mouth! My mouth was numb for a few hours and bleeding. I had to get Danerys to tell the cab driver my address because I couldn’t even open my mouth. I made a quick pit stop to the pharmacy to pick up my vicodin and headed home to sleep.
Today I started listing my books on Goodreads.com and pretty much did nothing. My meds and painkillers make me pass out randomly throughout the day. I tried to eat something today and could barely eat a boiled egg. My tongue accidentally swiped the area where my lower left wisdom tooth was and it hit me: I now have HOLES in my mouth.
Ok, so I hoped it was coming, but had truly given up on the idea that…wait, wait, wait…let me start from the beginning.
My cousin became engaged a few years back, and just this past year, she decided that she was ready to start planning her wedding. Of course, her cousins jumped at the opportunity to finally get this woman out of her mama’s house and into her own home (that and we’ve been itching for a wedding!)
The topic of the Bridal Party came about one train ride and I took for granted that I would be the maid of honor. Conceited, that I am…but to my surprise, it wasn’t a done deal. She didn’t know! How could you not know? (Did I mention I’m conceited?)
Anyway, this was back in July/August…
Last Saturday, October 23, 2010, I went out to dinner with her, her finance and the cousins and friends. To Carmine’s. And at the end of a wonderful dinner, she says, “there’s a reason we asked you to dinner. We have some news.”
Being who I am, I immediately thought, “Oh God, she’s pregnant.”
She started to take flowers from her bag and hand it out to everyone and when she came to me she gave me the prettiest bouquet of purple flowers…and a beautiful card with our picture on it and a message asking if I would be her maid of honor…
I gotta tell you, if being proposed to feels half as great as being asked to be the maid of honor…I can see the appeal of getting married a million times! Of course I said yes, and of course I teared up…I’m a sucker for sentimental moments.
And that’s my story. I will take a picture of the flowers and card later. This also means that there will be a lot of wedding related posts.
When I tell you I am grinning from ear to ear…I’m not exaggerating. I really am.
I’ve been at this job for 3 months now. When I first started, I had the tiniest monitor you could imagine. Suffice it to say, Titi was not happy. But I made do, I learned to not see the fact that I had books propping up to a decent level (not eye level, mind you, but decent). I learned not to notice that some of the web pages just overflowed when looking at them on the screen. I ignored the slowness and the freezing and all the other horrendous things that was happening to me because my computer was from 1998.
But then yesterday, Joe, our IT guy, says he will install my NEW COMPUTER tomorrow at noon. Well…I just about fainted right there by his desk.
So today, I came to work and decided I wouldn’t even think about, just in case it didn’t happen. I went out to lunch with the development team and when I came back, I noticed that there was something off about my desk.
My monitor was taking up more space!!!
Well, I flipped out, I pulled every employee I could find to show them the glorious, beautiful, wide screen of my computer.