Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to the best man in my life. My Dad. My Dad has to be one of the coolest cats I know. He's warm and caring, kind and sincere. He's very proud of me; as I am of him for all of his wonderful accomplishments.

So here's to you "Papa Frita". I love you.

(And here's to all the other wonderful dads out there...)

I'm alive

...and doing pretty well, despite my never-ending headache, might I add. I apologize for "dropping off the face of the earth", however, it's been BUSY! For starters, my friend Amy had her baby. A little 6lb., 14oz, baby girl named Isabella. She's beautiful and should be home with mom and dad by the weekend. In other important news, one of my closest friend Sinthya got engaged on Christmas night! How exciting! I am thrilled for the both Amy and Sinthya on the wonderful new changes in their lives.

Christmas was wonderful. I spent the time with my Mom, Jules and Stan Christmas Eve night and morning and then headed down to Dad's for Christmas day. I got a lot of what I had hoped for including: a big face two-toned watch, a Dirt Devil Kone, a special "allergy" humidifier, perfume, Coach snow boots, a percolator, gift cards, etc.

Today was my first day back in the office and I am getting back into the throws...although, I am taking off NYE and headed to one of my favorite places to ring in the new year.

In any case, I'm off to grab some dinner and head to bed early as tomorrow is another LONG day. I'm making up my annual physical doctor's appointment I missed two weeks ago, and then Mom and I are spending some QT together to celebrate her birthday! I'll write more later...

Hoping you all had a wonderful holiday too!

Update

I got 17 more of my 20 cards done. Waiting for three more addresses. If I don't get them, the recipient is just assed out and gets no holiday love from me.

Oh, and while I am blogging, I just need to say, Express is on my sh*t list right now. They double charged me, and I got debited twice. The money is being put back into my account, but just because they gave me ONE more friggin' thing to have to deal with, they suck.

I's tired...No rest for the weary, Part 2

I'm exhausted. Plain and simple. My "no rest for the weary" weekend continues. When I last left you, you knew all about my crazy week up until Thursday but since then it's just gotten worse. Friday I totally, completely forgot I had a doctor's appointment. It just completely escaped my mind. In fact, I didn't even think about it until yesterday (Saturday morning), a good 24 hours AFTER the appointment time. That's so out of character. For those who don't know me, I am pretty much always on time, pretty anal in fact, and if I'm even going to be 2 minutes late, I'll call. I pride myself on that. I'm the master keeper of my schedule, and never (or rarely) forget an appointment; be it doctor, dentist, nail, hair (would NEVER forget a hair appt.), or even a God-awful GYN appointment. So you can imagine that when I realized, not only did I feel terrible but what sucks even worse is that will I most likely have to pay one of those, "You're an inconsiderate a-hole who stole an appointment time I could have given to someone who REALLY needed it" fees.

Friday was just a blur. I burned rubber getting out of my parking spot due to the inclement weather the day before, got to work and was so involved in tying up all of my financial lose ends to meet year end hell deadlines, it just slipped my mind. After working my heart out, I rushed home to get all dolled up for my company's holiday Christmas party. We were required to wear festive attire (although we're a 'casual-dress' company) so I wore a dress. I hate dresses in the winter because I hate wearing stockings. They suck. H-A-T-E them. Thankfully I got these panty hose on without ripping them or getting a run and my dress was actually a success. I crashed when I got home but awoke at 8:30am to make the gym, which at least was a good thing. My the rest of the day was a blur, which consisted of two trips to the grocery store, crashing a cookie baking party* (where well over 300 cookies were made and decorated, with a quick break for lunch), and rushing to a holiday party where I delighted in many special holiday cocktails and cookies (and I socialized like the elite) only to get my tail on the highway and high-tail it home just in time for the next snow storm. Hail pounded on my window pretty much all night and the freezing cold weather forced me to sleep with a sweat shirt over top of my PJ top. I woke up to another winter wonderland. I spent 40 minutes digging myself out of my parking spot (thanks to the plow trucks in my complex who cleaned the main driveways while also successfully blocked my little baby Kira (my car) into her spot. After digging myself out, I showered, ran a few quick errands, and then headed on the slick roads about 40 minutes south to meet up with some friends for a belated birthday/holiday gathering. (I'm so tired of holiday socializing, I could gag). Now I'm back at home, laying around instead of doing what I'm supposed to (card writing and laundry).

And tomorrow I have another holiday party/dinner for work in the evening, a dentist appointment on Tuesday (which I can not forget), and I must pick up my last little gifts for people, finish wrapping, etc. There is not enough time in a day!

Let's take a quick look back on my last week and my next few days:
(Last) Monday - socializing (dinner), Tuesday - socializing (dinner with the girls), Wednesday - work all damn day, Thursday - work and snowed in, Friday - work and holiday party, Saturday - holiday party for my friend, Sunday - belated b-day dinner for a friend and holiday gathering, (tomorrow)Monday - holiday dinner for my smaller group at work, Tuesday - dentist appointment, Wednesday - work all day (both jobs)....and you can see why I am exhausted.

Good news:

• I've planned what I'm doing for my Mom's b-day. Her b-day is after Xmas and to ensure she doesn't get the shaft I try to make her Xmas and Birthday gifts and the occasions themselves totally different. Fun fact: My mom (Jill) has been mistaken for my sister more times than I've changed my socks in all my life. She's a looker; a "young-looking" looker.
• I've already gotten out 30 holiday cards. (Twenty more to go).
• I figured out what to get Sin for Xmas.
• Anna's (my bff in Chicago) gift is wrapped and ready to be FedEx'd.
• Sin wrapped some of my gifts for me, because she's a godsend.
• Although I didn't work out today at the gym, I feel like I did because of my shoveling. It was definitely a work out.
• The Bucs clinched the NFC South. (ya for Phil).
• Santa Claus strolled through my complex today on the fire truck and gave candy canes to all the little kiddies. My inner child waved at him from my living room window like a lunatic.

Ok, off to finish reading my Real Simple magazine and then I suppose I can try and get some more cards done. And tomorrow, first thing, I will call Dr. G-H and apologize profusely for being the inconsiderate, forgetful a-hole.

Thanks for letting me vent some more...

*Cookie baking party = blast. Sin and Sarah are so cute and I had so much fun. Pics to come. Promise.

turkeys, bites and whatnots...

So Thanksgiving started out OK. Despite being a little under the weather, Wednesday was actually a pretty decent Thanksgiving Eve. A peaceful, drama-free night in Morristown, and I was perfectly fine with that. Turkey Day went off without a hitch. Dad scooped me and took me to Uncle John's house and it was nice to see the family. Afterwards, I went to Kristin and Jimmy's new spot and enjoyed some dessert and good conversation. Friday, I played Wii, which was a blast. I got a little irritated on Friday evening after the basketball game (it's not even an issue) and I'm still a little under the weather. Saturday morning, I woke up and to a very disturbing voicemail. My best friend, Anna, was in a terrible car wreck. She is a live and well -- thank goodness. I'm so grateful for that...truly. After lounging pretty much all day, I decided to g to Cookie's for a potluck dinner of T-day leftovers. I walked down the stairs and BAM -- I was "greeted" by my neighbor's small (but vicious and malicious) dog who decided to have his own dinner out of my right leg! I'm so upset because 1) I hate the fact that it even happened, 2) the dog was NOT leashed (how is that acceptable or responsible of a pet owner?), 3) the pet's actual owner, who wasn't walking the unleashed dog (that was her sister), didn't even apologize. She just made mention that if I wanted to go to the doctor, to let her know. Does that mean she is going to pay for my doctor's bill? This means that I have to have the very uncomfortable conversation tomorrow and walk to the door of the intimidating dog and it's just nerve-racking. I'm not trying to make waves or make things uncomfortable for any people around here because I have to live here - ya know? I'm exhausted...my leg is killing me and I'm gonna stop writing and actually get some sleep.

Oh did I go to "the doctor"? Well, being that it's a Saturday (well now Sunday), I went to the ER (which is thankfully, conveniently right across the street), go a tetanus shot and they gave me a script for Augmentin; the big horse pill antibiotic. GREAT!

I just hope this whole situation is amicable. I don't want anything but to get my medical bill and prescription bill paid.

Anyway, off to bed.

Happy 4th

The rain ruined my darn parade. It was cloudy and then eventually rainy. Even my bright ass hobo-inspired yellow hater top could not challenge the sun. Hey, I tried, people. I was well-behaved though in the food and drink department. I had the following:
1) 1 cheeseburger w/ ketchup
2) a small (and I mean bite-size) serving of baked beans
3) a small and once again I mean bite-size serving of pasta salad
4) a mini chocolate cookie
5) 4 Corona lights
Given the fact that I love to eat and I house all the All-American classics every holiday I get, I did pretty darn good. Granted, I could have done a little better on the beers, however, they were light and they were spaced out over time. (I also drank water). The rain did make my hair frizzy as ever (thanks rain) and I had to cover my fun yellow top, with a bot so fun boring black sweater due to the drop in temp...I guess the fact that we (meaning me and all mis amigos) made it through another fourth - safely and soundly - is a blessing. No fireworks, once again thank the rain. But that doesn't mean I'm not creating my own fireworks ... called my life.