Leave it to my Mom to make me feel like crap...once again.

So I got a call from my brother to see what date we were going to pick for the group birthdays: my sis in law, brother, Loverboy, me, and my little brother who's birthday was in Jan. I had talked to my sis in law about 2 weeks ago and we decided it'd be nice to do it on a Sunday since Loverboy worked on Saturdays and we wanted to include him. I told sis in law to double check with brother to see if it worked, then let me know and I could talk with little bro to see if it jived. Well, got an email from my Mom yesterday (apparently she had talked to sis in law on Friday and said they were going to do it on Saturday the 28th), and I said to talk to sis in law since it was up to them.

So the call was brother saying they didn't want to be in charge of choosing the birthdate since Mom had said that they wanted to do it on the 28th (my actual b-day), and that Sunday didn't "work" for them. In other words, my father, the martini man, would not be in good spirits or would be intoxicated by the time we'd get there. They asked me to choose the date, I said March 1st, Sunday, and if they were going to do it on Saturday, I wasn't going to make it because Loverboy should be there too...sis in law said it's only one day and that martini man and Mom should just suck it up, I wholeheartedly agree.

So I call Mom to confirm the date, she says she's not thrilled with Sunday due to the drinking, and that Saturday would work for them. I tried to explain that Loverboy, who's been working Saturday afternoons for the past year, wouldn't be able to make it and we want to be able to celebrate his birthday too. She said she was tired of the "cat and mouse game" that was going on trying to figure out the date, no one's had a problem with a Sunday except for her, and then I tried to explain that there's 5 of us this year deciding what day it's going to be...everyone else has their own birthday/birthday month...it's just Feb is now packed with birthdays (also including my niece, but she gets her own princess party day). She asked what we're having for lunch (someone usually chooses), I said little bro is in charge and would let her know...he got screwed on his Jan birthday, so he gets to pick. Cake? Sis in law and brother are in charge of that...I'm easing up on the sweets as it is anyways...she'll get an email from them. So THEN she gives this massive sigh, says she's gotta go, love ya, then hangs up. She hung up on me...me, the messenger trying to figure out what was going on for the birthdays. I'd rather not even go over there anymore, this seems to be a big hassle to her, and I'm sorry that we can't accomodate a Sunday alcoholic (not that everyday isn't alcohol day, but Sunday is martini day), and that there's 5 of us who aren't getting our own day to celebrate our own birthday (I've always celebrated my birthday with my older brother, it was one cake, one dinner...we usually swapped turns on what we wanted to eat per what kind of cake or dessert we wanted every year...now there's 2 more in the mix, and little bro due to an Jan birthday scheduling technicality).

I'm stressed out. I really don't need this from her, but I shouldn't expect anything less. She's always on her tiptoes with that man, he's never going to change, and I'm seriously waiting for his liver or kidneys to go out due to the excessive drinking. And this coming when I'm trying to order invitations for the wedding and skim a source doc draft for work (yeah, I'll finish that on the train)...I know I need to breathe, but I had a mini break down when I was trying to find out how many Thank You cards I had gotten from Michaels when they closed the store in the next town over...I'm going to need to get some more. It actually started after Loverboy asked me if I was okay, then I brokedown and started to cry on the couch. Loverboy sat with me as I sat, blubbering, holding my hand..he's seriously the best and I'm lucky to be marrying him (though there have been times I almost previously left him...multiple times...he seems to redeem himself accordingly).

Why does my life have to suck so much right now, I wanna crawl under a rock and hide for the next month or so...but AFTER I do my taxes and pay off bills/wedding dress (which I still have no idea about and need to find) /doc bills/wedding stuff in general...someone please clone me or send me some cheap help...I'll pay in meatballs.

So it's Feb 9th, 2009. Things have been nutso lately, hence why I've been MIA for a bit, sorry guys.


First I was in Miami for less than 48 hours for a work meeting, then I had a dentist appt where I'm getting a whitening tray and getting my partial fake tooth fixed before the wedding (accident in the 4th grade when I was pushed into a metal bar on the playground...chipped my front tooth, but hey, it's still there but discolored for 20 something years, not too shabby that it's still there)...had a lady doc appt, where as I have to go back on Feb 23rd (not thrilled, need an ultrasound, not for being prego, but for other concerns, pray with me that it's nothing and my ovaries are fine), finally got new books from Loverboy's Dad for invitations for the wedding which should be coming in either over the weekend or next Monday, started working on my taxes and balancing my checkbook (this is a mother of a month with the car insurance and doc bills coming in), 2 of Loverboy's autos (the Olds and the truck) are both having transmission issues, mine was last year so I'm glad it's not all 3 cars this year, found out Loverboy's Mom's Dad is in the hospital after having a stroke (trying to find out how he's doing), work is kicking my keister, I'm so friggin busy...my Mother is bothering me with dates for when we're going to do the "group" birthdays...Feb is a hellion for birthdays: me, Loverboy, about 6 friends, my brother, sis in law, and niece. Yeah, it's the party month...just need to make sure I don't chow down everything.


Speaking of chow down, I lost 3.2 pounds this past week!!! Whoot! I've been watching the Biggest Loser and Bulging Brides on the FLN (I think it's Fine Living Network)...hey, if a 350+ person can run a 6.0 on a treadmill, why can't I? Yeah, I need to up my ante...and actually took the pups on a 20 minute walk/run yesterday. Yeah, we're all out of shape. Try joggin with 2 80+ dogs both trying to run in front of you (making you kick them in the hienie) or after random squirrels running in neighbors yards...not fun, but it did kick my butt! By the time we got back, they both passed out on the floor, and I was still raring to do chores around the house. I'm going to try to do that 3 times a week if I can, extending the time and distance everyother time. I haven't been able to do much with training for the Shamrock Shuffle, and I'm hoping I don't cop out and do the 5k walk...I'm kinda excited to do my first 8k. Plus, the more I run, the more I lose. I've lost 12.2 pounds since Jan 1st, which according to Weight Watchers is a 5% goal loss...my BMI is now 34.9, as opposed to 36.8 right after surgery. I'm still considered morbidly obese, and I'm hoping to get it down to at least 30 or under before the wedding. I've got 13 weeks to go, I think I can pull it off as long as I step up my workouts.


So busy life, losing weight, no time to relax (though I did take off last Thurs and Fri for doc appts and wedding stuff, I don't call that a day off)...


Speaking of wedding stuff, I FINALLY got Loverboy to go out and look for tuxes/suits. Turns out that since there's only 3 of them (Loverboy and 2 groomsmen) that it'll still cost anywhere from $120-$160 for a rental, no deals unless there's 5 other guys renting. Suck it, MW Tux, we're not using you. We were driving around and found a place called Dress It Up, in the more cultural section of town, and found an awesome suit for $200 with coat, vest and pants! $10 for alterations, and they can give us a deal if the other 2 groomsmen buy from them too. That's up to Loverboy, he's getting them, so he's gotta make the appointments, I have nothing to do with what he wears the day of the wedding, though getting that suit is quite a deal as opposed to renting a tux. Also got Loverboy to go with me to register for stuff at the infamous Bed Bath and Beyond (where everyone getting married has a registry). I was surprised at some of the items that he picked out...what guy tried to multi-match sheets with comforter sets? Where did this man come from!?!?

So takin it one day at a time, getting healthier, planning the wedding, and hopefully looking for a job closer to home within the next 2 months...I want to leave my job BEFORE the wedding...then I'll have all that vacation time to relax...hey, 90 hours is nothing to laugh at right now, and I'll even accumulate more by then...adios till I have another breather moment!