Tuesday, December 30, 2008

'Tis the Season

It's hard to believe that tomorrow is the last day of 2008. What a year!

Our Christmas ended up being a little different than I've ever experienced. As mentioned earlier, we did Christmas with Jon's family on the 20th. We went over and opened gifts and had dinner and spent some time playing games with Jon's parents, his older half-sister Ginny and her husband Nathan, his older half-brother Ed and his fiancee Jen (as of August 1st of 2009 there will be two Jennifer M. Leahy's) and his younger brother Mike and Mike's girlfriend Nikki. A great time was had by all and we were bushed when it was all over. Here is a picture of all of us in front of the Christmas tree.

We decided not to go to Indiana this year as we usually do because there was a family reunion this summer, and apparently it took my aunt quite a while to recover. My mom and her siblings are getting older now and too much celebrating really takes it out of them. So with the wedding and everything, we figured it was best for everyone to stay home. I really missed it though. When we go to my aunt's house, which isn't very big, everyone sleeps either in the same room or in rooms nearby so that everyone wakes up around the same time. During the waking hours it's constant chatter, usually between my mom and her sisters. (Can you believe that even I can't get a word in edgewise?) Even in years past when we haven't been able to get to Indiana, Christmas has always been celebrated on Christmas morning. This year, however, Linda was going to be at her brother's Christmas Day, so we did Christmas on Christmas Eve right before Jon and I sang and played at the 10pm Mass. We had fun, but it seemed a bit short and rushed. Gina and Vic were there too. Linda got Jon and I tickets to Wicked which we are very excited about. We wanted to go but couldn't afford it, so this was a great surprise.
All of this meant that Christmas Day was just Jon and I. While I missed my aunt's and celebrating with all the family, it meant a lot to just spend a quiet day with Jon. We started out by going to church and then came home and I napped while he watched the Christmas Story DVD I had gotten him. Well actually, I and the two cats on top of me napped while resting on Jon as he watched the DVD. Despite that lack of excitement, it was a great day.
And as New Year's Eve approaches, I am amazed at the mysterious ways in which God works. Parts of this year have been heart-breaking. Linda's cancer and my being unemployed for 3 months took a toll on my spirit at times. But moving back to the Fox Valley and getting engaged to a man that I am desperately in love with makes the heart-breaking moments bearable. I have re-connected with friends that I had lost touch with. I especially enjoyed the time that I have spent with Sarah, especially since we didn't talk all that often while I was in Milwaukee. I am grateful to have had her company, as well as many trips to the zoo, to keep me distracted from hard times.
And then there's the fact that Wendy is singing with us at LifeTeen. It is funny how music has brought so many important people into my life. Going back to high school where I met Deb, Sarah, Julie, Ryan, Greg, etc., to choir camp where I met Wendy, and finally to college where I met Jon. And now it all seems to have come full circle.
When I have time, I write stories about my life. But instead of writing them from my point of view, I write them with pronouns and no names. For some reason tonight I am reminded of the first of these stories I wrote. It is about my first kiss with Jon. It is called "The Blue House," because so much of the beginning of our story took place in the shabby, blue college house he lived in when I met him. You don't have to keep reading, I just think it's a fun reminder of how the rest of my life started.
The Blue House
The beginning is murky at best. One could argue that it started during the music literature class they had together in which she swore she hated him for playing devil’s advocate. Or perhaps it was later that spring when he showed up to the birthday party with his roommate, the one who was actually invited. Then again, she wasn’t interested and he was engaged to someone else, so how could that be the beginning? No, it must have been the following spring - May 14th to be exact. The night she attended the end-of-semester party at The Blue House where he lived. She went with friends, again intending to be with the roommate. The roommate who had nothing but a need for comfort and a slight physical attraction. That was really how it started. They were a part of the same “unrequited love” club that spring, each pining for a friend of the other. She doesn’t really remember when they started spending a lot of time together. It was some time after her birthday party. He came over with the roommate again. There was a card game, a lot of liquor and a mutual connection. They didn’t talk much that night. He called her a cunt, she made him drink a tumbler of Schnapps, but that was the extent of the conversation. Even so, they shared a connection of loneliness; of wanting something they couldn’t have.
She would call him on the phone. “Let’s go for a walk,” she would say, and he would agree. They would talk until four in the morning about what to do about their prospective regrets. She would often go home and think about her new friend and how she felt bad that he felt bad. She would think about how she was glad to have a new friend, but she was not attracted to him at all. There was nothing there and she couldn’t imagine there ever would be something there. She didn’t want him to feel like she was using him to get to his roommate, but then, let’s be honest, they were using each other. June 15th was an average day. She went to her camp job, building forts, cooking food and keeping 60-some children entertained for the day. He had not started his construction job yet. When she came home she called him. “Let’s go for a walk,” she said. “Ok, meetcha halfway.” he responded. They walked down the street past the park they had been kicked out of a few nights ago. They walked around the curve in the road and turned, ending up at the school. They played like five-year-olds for what seemed like forever. They played on the swings, climbed the apparatus that looked foreign to both of them, and pretended to cross the monkey bars, even though their feet were on the ground.When they were done, she didn’t want to go home yet. The thought of sitting in her room, alone, filled her with anxiety. Thinking back, she doesn’t remember the details of the movie they watched, or if they even watched a movie. They seemed to have a talent for filling hours of time with conversation without a single awkward silence. When the hour neared midnight, she felt the pressure of time again. “I should go home, I have to get up early,” she complained. As they had done so many nights, they climbed into his minivan, a highly sexy car for a 22-year-old college guy, and he took her home. He was always the chivalrous type and insisted that she not walk home alone. He pulled into her driveway and put the car in park. Driving home never meant the night was over, for they always seemed to have more to say. After a few more minutes of conversation she leaned over to give him a hug. “I love you,” she said, intending the most innocent of compliments. “I love you too, you’re a good buddy,” he responded as he patted her on the back. Within that five seconds of exchange she felt a wave of panic rush over her. Something was off. Something in his tone, in his words, in his actions, stated more than he had intended. “Did you just really call me your buddy?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” he answered nervously. “Ok, to me that says that either you have more-than-platonic feelings for me, or you think I have them for you and you want to make sure I know that you don’t.” she said. (She was known in their circle of friends for being unabashed in stating her thoughts.) “Well remember when we talked about my roommate only having a physical attachment to you, but not an emotional one?” he asked.“Yeah,” she answered with hesitation.“Well, I have the emotional attachment.” he answered.It was then that she realized that it was not just his attachment, but hers as well. “Get out of the car,” she said, “we need to talk about this.”They went to the porch and discussed the landslide that had just hit them. It didn’t take her more than five minutes to realize she had the same feelings for him, and had had them for quite some time. But what the hell was she supposed to do? He hadn’t been out of his engagement for all that long, and she had a friend that had feelings for him. You just don’t do that, and yet her heart had already started to take over the negotiations. She sat in a chair on the porch and he idly leaned against the porch wall. She stared down at her elbows resting on her knees, her hands clasped in front of her. When she looked up at him again he was smiling at her.“What?” she asked.“You’re pretty,” he answered.Right then she felt like she would explode if she didn’t touch him. She stood up and walked the three feet over to him and threw her arms around him. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she wanted time to stop. She didn’t want to worry about anything, or know anything, she just wanted to feel this moment. After a 30-second span that left her world spinning, she stepped back. They agreed that they would talk more tomorrow, although by then it was tomorrow. He promised to call when he was done with work. She walked him the 50 feet back to the van in the driveway. They stood staring at each other and maybe it was just the combination of the late hour and the light from the lamp post, but she swore he looked different. As she continued to stare he took both her hands in his. He leaned over and kissed her. For her it was the kiss that every girl dreams about after seeing their first black and white happy ending. He was gentle and sincere. It was, perhaps, the most romantic moment she had experienced up until that point. They both were completely vulnerable. Then he got in his van, smiling, and drove away. She climbed the stairs to her room in a fog of disbelief. What were all these feelings she had? Were they real? Were his real? She hadn't really felt this for someone in five years, and she wasn't sure what feelings to trust. She was excited and scared, but as she drifted off to sleep she smiled at how much she didn't know.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

My turn...

Well it's been a while since I posted, and everyone else seems to be doing it, so I figure I will too.
The last time I posted was the day of Linda's surgery. About a week after the surgery she received the official test results from her lymph nodes, and it turns out they were all negative, meaning the cancer hadn't spread. In addition, she may not even have to have chemo because the tumor was so small and caught early. Something to be said for yearly doctor's exams and monthly self-exams ladies!
I finally got myself a job. Assbank, as I affectionately call it, re-hired me part-time. I started on December 10 and I really enjoy everyone I work with. Unfortunately they made me go through training again, however I got paid drive time and mileage, so that made it bearable.
I'll be starting school again in February and am excited to get it started so I can get it over with. Between that and working and teaching I'm sure I'll be quite busy. Heid's is also planning to hire me on as a Yamaha teacher. There's a test I have to take, but I don't think it will be too difficult. Once I pass the test they send me to California for a week for training...woohoo!
Jon has stayed busy as well with his same schedule. I don't know how he does it, working 7 days a week, but he swears he loves it. He also loves his job at Heid's, which is important. Early on in our engagement we discussed his job, and the fact that he would make more if he went back to doing construction. Although that's true, I told him it was more important to me that he have a job that he loves. Besides, when we decided to major in music, we pretty much knew it meant signing away any sort of fortune.
Tonight is Christmas with Jon's family. He has an older half-brother and half-sister and a younger brother. Unlike me, however, he grew up with the older siblings around at least part of the time. His sister is married and, as it turns out, his older brother is getting married in August just 3 months after us. I love my brother, but he never seemed like a sibling to me because he's so much older, so it will be nice to have more siblings. Also, and this may seem silly to some of you, tonight will be the first time in my life that I have given a gift to a dad. Although some of Jon's parents views are a bit more conservative than mine or Jon's, I do love them and I'm really looking forward to tonight.
Speaking of that, I should probably be getting ready. If I don't talk to you beforehand, have a Merry Christmas everyone!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

All in all, a good day

In the light of day, I can see that yesterday was really quite a good day. Had you talked to the angry demon that took over my body last night, you would not have thought this was the case. So here's how the day went.

8:00 am - Arrive at my Mom's house to go to Linda's surgery. We took separate cars, so I then proceeded to Aurora. I stopped at Festival Foods on the way because I had gotten Linda a singing snowman the night before and wanted a gift bag for it. When I was little Linda had a singing snowman. you pushed his middle button of coal and he sang. I loved it, so when I saw the singing snowman the other night it reminded me of Linda and I thought it would cheer her up. And for those of you that don't know, Linda has breast cancer. The good news was that she was Stage 1 and the tumor was very small. However, Linda already has an auto-immune liver disease, so any other type of illness is harder on her than it would normally be. She could have had a lumpectomy, but opted for the mastectomy hoping that the chemo would be less strong, and then they wouldn't do radiation, which would make her liver disease worse. Ok, onward...We laughed quite a bit in the pre-op room and kept Linda's mind off things. She was in fairly good spirits.

9:20 am - They take Linda to nuclear medicine to look at her liver before the surgery. Mom and I go to the waiting room and I decide to go find Gina and let her know how things are going. She said she'd be working on the second floor so I went up there first. No Gina. So I go the first floor where she normally is and they tell me she's on the 3rd floor in Peds, so I head up there. Finally get there and she has just gone downstairs for something. At this point I gave up. I found out later that all the people I was asking were instant messaging each other to try to get me to stay in one spot. LOL

10:30 am - Linda is back from nuclear medicine and we went back to stay with her until the surgery. At this point the surgeon came in to draw on her. It was at that point that I could tell she was getting scared and nervous and probably pretty sad. Luckily, she only had to endure that for about 5 minutes before they injected relaxation medicine into her IV. She was already tired (I have a feeling she didn't sleep the night before) so after about 20 seconds her eyes were closed, though she was still talking. I asked if she felt anything yet and she did that tired-roll-of-the-eyes thing and said "no". LOL! Then as they wheeled her out she mumbled "See you after my nap."

11:30 am - After Mom went to let the dogs out she came back and we headed to the Christmas crafts sale to kill some time. I found a cute papier mache basket with the music from "Jingle Bells" on it for Jon's mom. Then we headed up to get Gina and went to have lunch in the cafeteria. It was actually really good for hospital food.

1:30 pm - After finding out that Linda made it through surgery fine, the doctor came out to talk to us. In addition to removing the breast, they took out 7 lymph nodes to test them. They do a preliminary test and that was negative, meaning the cancer hasn't spread to the lymph nodes. They still have to test them again, but this was VERY good news.

2:00 pm - We accompany Linda up to her room where she will spend the night. She was very tired so we just made sure she was settled in and left. She will be home today.

2:45 pm - I arrive back at my apartment and have a couple hours to kill before Mom picks me up to go to the Appleton Christmas parade. I decide to do a little Christmas decorating. I realize it's not Thanksgiving yet, but for some reason this year I got the urge very early. I got a box of Dickens village candle holders at a rummage sale for $5 (I still want the collection of the actual light-up village, but will have to make do for now) and decided to put that up. We have two closets with platforms above them where we have plants. I thought it would be cute to put the village up there, however, it's just a tad too small, so it's hard to see them. Today I will put them on the ledge by the stairs and put our stockings up to hang from the platform.

3:30 pm - Matt calls me from Associated Bank and tells me that he wants to offer me a position. After being unemployed for over 3 months you would think I would feel relieved, but I really didn't feel anything. I don't think I will quite trust it until I have a paycheck in my hand. Still really good news though.

5:10 pm - Mom and I head to downtown Appleton to watch the Christmas parade. Jon will be riding on the Heid's float and playing Christmas songs with some of his co-workers. After having to go to the top level of a parking ramp to park, we make our way to College Ave. to have some dinner. We planned on Erbert and Gerbert's, however it was packed so we went to the Chinese place next door. Best Chicken and Broccoli I've ever had!

6:20 pm - the parade starts. We were in front of Heid's, however, which was at the end of the route, so we didn't see anything until almost 7. We chose to stand behind some middle schoolers because they were sitting in chairs and I could get better pictures. But middle schoolers can be loud and obnoxious and definitely tried my patience.

7:15 pm - still waiting to see Jon

7:45 pm - It turns out the Heid's float was about 4 from the end. My feet are now frozen, as are my legs, but I've got my camera ready!! I put it on "night" program which turns out to mean "you'll get enough light for the picture but it will be completely blurry." I switch back to the regular program, however then all I get is a black picture. Mom suggests we follow the float. This is next to impossible because so many people are already leaving. So not only did I not get a picture, but I spent so much time trying to get one and chasing the damn float that I didn't get to see Jon play anything.

7:50 pm - Mom and I head back to the parking ramp.

8:10 pm - Mom and I are still waiting to even back out of our spot

8:25 pm - We finally get out of the ramp just as Jon calls, so Mom drops me off at Heid's. By this time I'm so irritated because of rude people that I have no desire to even talk. Just the thought of Christmas puts me in a good mood. So when I attend Christmas events like a parade, I'm downright giddy. I think that's what makes it so disappointing when everyone around you is crabby and thinks their time is more important and won't even let you out of your parking spot. It's like the crabby people shopping. Seriously, the holiday is about Christ's birth. Yes, it's great to give and receive presents and spend time with family, but if that part of it makes you so crabby that you shove people out of the way (literally) and give dirty looks and say nasty things, than you've clearly lost the meaning of the holiday and should be in a church rather than out shopping.

9:00 pm - Jon and I finally arrive home and I collapse on the couch. It was a good day, but the mix of emotions that started 14 hours before has taken everything out of me, including the will to talk. Jon makes me hot cocoa and rubs my feet before we head to bed.

7:30 am - Wow, yesterday was awesome.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Ok, so first off, let's update on the stomach situation. Apparently the gall bladder wasn't the only problem. It took care of some of the symptoms, but not all (I won't gross you out with details) so I have to go in today for an endoscopy so they can look at my stomach and small intestine and see if they can figure anything out from there. I really don't like the idea of having a tube down my throat while I'm awake, but whatever, hopefully I'll get some answers.

Now, onto the job front. I got hired at the Oshkosh Human Society and started there last Friday. This is about the farthest thing from my dream job as I could get. I spend 4 hours cleaning cat cages. Basically I'm a glorified janitor, and isn't that why I went to college for 10 years? I thought so. Anyway, I've been in rescue the past two days which is basically the area where they keep the newer cats that they don't have room for up front. There are 23 cages which I am responsible for feeding, watering, scooping poop, and making sure that the bedding is clean. It's disgusting work. I do like spending time with the cats, however 20-30 cats in one room is hell on my allergies. Yes, I am allergic to cats, however it apparently takes a room full of them for me to have a reaction. I also think that a cat in your own home helps you develop an immunity to that particular cat, which is why I am able to have 2. I have a feeling this job will last maybe another 2 weeks.
I know what you're thinking - it's a job, who cares what it is, it's money. However, here's the thing. Last week I got a call from AssBank and I have an interview tomorrow. Of course it's for a position I applied for 4 years ago (ok, maybe 4 weeks) but my friend Katie that works there gave my information to the branch manager. So there's option number 1.
Then, last night I got a call from the recording professor at UW-O. It seems that his daughter's school, Laconia High in Rosendale, can't find a long-term sub for their choir director when she goes on maternity leave. I can't imagine why this would be a problem, but the important point is that they called to see if I would be interested, which of course I was, and then passed my information along to administration. So hopefully come December I will have my own choirs to direct, even if only temporarily.

The other problem with the OAHS job is that they pay minimum wage and are pretty hard on the employees. I realize that they are under a lot of pressure and their jobs are difficult, but that doesn't mean you get to treat the employees like crap. On top of that, I'm pretty sure I would end up working Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I'm sorry but I'm just not willing to do that. I'm 32 and I've paid my dues by working holidays since I was 15, so I'm done. Family is more important to me than a paycheck when it comes to that. Wed-Fri I'm just dog-walking though, so I don't think I'll mind that as much.

Ok, the last thing I wanted to talk about is my friend Sarah's blog. She has two that I follow, but the one I'm talking about is her stamping blog. I love stamping, but just have never had enough time to do it. So I keep up with Sarah's blog to get ideas, and then steal them. LOL I really do plan to make Christmas cards this year (I've been saying that for years and finally gave up the last couple of years) and Sarah has some great blog candy up today that I'm trying to win for just that purpose. Anyway, if you're into stamping and want some great inspiration, check out her blog here.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Good afternoon!

Well the surgery went fine. They gave me plenty of anti-nausea medication so I wasn't naseous or pukey at all after the surgery, which was great. The surgery was at 8:45 and I was on my way home at about 11:30. I really liked all my nurses. John, my recovery nurse, was especially good. He checked on me every few minutes and kept calling me "bud". I thought it was sweet.
Jon took the whole day off yesterday to stay with me. Mom came up for a while too. She's staying with me all day today because Jon has to work 9-7. She just left to let the dogs out and then will be back.

The pain today is worse just because I don't have all those drugs pumped into me. It's hard to sit up because all of the incisions are in my stomach. But I should be better in a few days. I've never seen Jon smile as much as he has yesterday and this morning. He was taking all this really hard before we knew what it was, especially the point at which they mentioned colon cancer. He felt better once we knew what it was, and once he heard from his boss and other people that we both talked to that it wasn't that big of a deal. But then he looked terrified as they wheeled me out of the room into surgery. He said the only time he's ever been in a hospital was to visit someone who was dying, so he's not a big fan. So needless to say, when we got home yesterday he was very happy and extremely attentive. I feel very blessed that I have him.

Well that's my update for today. I'm hoping to be well enough Saturday or Sunday to have some visitors. And I can't wait to be able to take a shower tomorrow. WOOHOO! Well the vicodin is starting to kick in. I was trying to only take it at night because it makes me really dizzy, but I don't think regular Tylenol is going to cut it today.

Oh, and I also got my admission letter to UWO for spring. I'm excited to be going back to school, and hopefully it will only be 3 semesters including student teaching.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Thinking out loud...

Sarah, just so ya know...Chipotle=bad idea...but I think we both knew that.

Went shopping at Michael's with Sarah, my friend, You, and Bee. Bought stuff that I didn't need and it felt damn good. I think I'll try to finish off some more save-the-date cards and Christmas cards this afternoon, depending on how far Chipotle gets me...this could all just turn into a nap.

I'm pretty excited for Mass this Sunday. I finally got off my butt and got some people to come sing/play with us. This list is mainly because I'm visual and want to see it more than for your entertainment, but so be it.
Singers - Me, of course, Dave, Mary and Tori
Guitars/Bass - Jon and Nathan
Keys - Nate and hopefully Matt
Drums - Hopefully Mark, and Lucas and maybe Jon on one or two
Sax - Chris

Considering it's been just Nate, Jon and I for over a month, I thought this was a pretty good turn out for this week. We're also doing some awesome tunes. The pre-Mass song is called "Love Is Here" by Tenth Avenue North. To explain why I love this song so much requires the story of my first hearing it. Last month I went to Arizona for a liturgy and music conference for LifeTeen. I learned a ton, but of course my favorite part was the daily music. We started each day with music before we had our break-out sessions, had music during Mass, and ended the night with music. They had some great musicians including Matt Maher, who has become known world-wide for his compositions and concerts for the Catholic church. (www.mattmahermusic.com - to to his website to hear his stuff, or there is also a youtube link below for one of his songs we're doing this weekend.) Audrey Asaad was also there. She's been touring with Matt and you can hear her here: www.myspace.com/audreyasaadsings

Anyway, the second day of the conference was pretty emotional. I went to my first confession in 22 years for one thing. Then we had a session on the Eucharist and the importance of focus on the Eucharist in Mass. Right after this was Mass. The Communion song was "Love is Here" and I think it was the first time I had ever taken Communion while actually thinking about the meaning of it and the sacrifice that it represents. The cool thing was, I wasn't the only one that was moved by this. My friend's Gavin and Benjamin were also moved to tears. Gavin is similar to me, sarcastic, outgoing, loud - so it made me feel a little less of a freak to see her have the same reaction as me. Anyway, that's the story of "Love is Near." You can listen to it here:

The next song we're doing was my absolute favorite from the conference. I think I heard it 3 different times from different groups and I've been wanting to do it since then. I've been going a little nuts between the priest and the liturgist, because the priest wants more upbeat, teen-oriented things but the liturgist wants to make sure that ALL the Communion and gathering songs are songs the congregation already knows. I can see her point, but at the same time, I hate being limited to introducing new songs only during Prep and recessional. ARGH! Anyway, I'm doing Hosanna for Prep since it's new and God knows the congregation would throw rotten fruit at me if I sang it for communion. Anyway, here it is:

The last song I'm excited about is "Your Grace Is Enough" by Matt Maher. We've done it for the pre-Mass song the past two weeks, but this will be the first time the congregation will be in on it. Plus, I'm excited to do it with a bigger group.

Ok, this is long enough. I believe my gall bladder is trying to eat its way out of my body. Nap, and then maybe some cards. Oh, and if you haven't read today's cakewrecks post, go do it now. it's hilarious!

Recipe for Jennifer

The Recipe For Jennifer
3 parts Wisdom
2 parts Attractiveness
1 part Power

Splash of Aspiration

Finish off with an olive

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Health update...

Well it's been over a month now that I've been dealing with this burning, nauseous after eating, nauseous for no reason, pain in my side deal with my stomach. At first I was put on Prilosec, which wasn't bad, but didn't take it completely away. As time wore on it got worse and then 2 weeks later I was switched to Zantac, which pretty much did nothing. So finally, yesterday, I was sent in for an ultrasound and it turns out that my gall bladder is enlarged. So now I've been put on a new medication but if that doesn't work I go in for another test on Friday to test the sluggishness of my bile (how gross is that?) and if that comes back positive, out comes the gall bladder. Needless to say, my crappy temp job that I hate has been put on hold for the time being because I feel like crap most of the day. Not to mention, I hate the job, it makes me feel like a telemarketer, and therefore it stresses me out to go. In fact, I think it stresses me out even more than being unemployed. So it's not good for my stomach anyway, right?
Here's the funny thing. Although I was terrified at the prospect of paying for surgery, there is a program through Aurora that will help me with that, so that seems to be taken care of. I'm not really afraid of the surgery itself because it seems to be pretty common and, let's face it, I've gone under the knife enough in my life that I should be a pro. But the person that is not even a little bit comfortable with all this is Jon. The poor guy is scared to death and I don't know what to do for him. He's never had surgery, nor has anyone he's been close to, so he really doesn't know what to expect. I keep reassuring him that I'll be fine, but he just keeps looking at me like he's terrified. I feel so bad for him. We did talk about it last night and a co-worker of his recently had his gall bladder out and is fine. I pointed out that this co-worker is older than me and has other medical issues that complicated things, and he's still fine. I think that made him feel a little better. Either way, I think we'll both be glad when this is all over.
Truth be told, if this current medication doesn't work and I have to have the test on Friday, I hope it's positive. I know that sounds retarded, but if it's negative, then it's basically back to square one and I have to go to a gastrointerologist. Not only is this more money I don't have, but apparently it takes about a month to get into one. Great. I'd kind of just rather have my answer, have them take the damn thing out and be done with it. Wow...crabby much? Ok, that's it. I'm off to fill out paperwork stating how poor I am.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Enough already!

Ok, so Sarah made me this kick-ass blog, and then I don't even post on it! What an ingrate!
I suppose I haven't really posted because there's not much to say. I have to admit I've been getting more and more depressed lately thanks to the lack-o-job syndrome. It's one thing to be able to blame the economy and know that I'm not the only one having a hard time, but the fact that I spent so much time in school and can barely pay my bills just makes me feel like a complete failure.
Jon has been amazing. He knows what's going on without me even having to say it. But at the same time, sometimes it makes me feel worse because I don't want him to worry, so I feel pressured to feel "happy" immediately. I know that's not how he thinks, it's just my own stupid brain.
I know I should be thankful right now that I'm at least working a temp job so I'll have some money coming in. But I'm also thankful it's temporary, because I don't think I could stand doing what I'm doing for a living.
Maybe a good trip to the zoo with my friend Henry will make everything better.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

It's all Sarah's fault

The blog I mean...and how cool it looks. I have no patience when it comes to figuring out the layouts of things sometimes, and Sarah offered and I took her up on it.

Anyway, here's my blog. After getting addicted to both of Sarah's, as well as Wendy's, Deb's and Cake Wrecks, I figured I should start one of my own.

Wedding plans are going well, job search is not. I've never been so stressed out by laying around on my fat a**. Yes that's right, I spend my days sitting around watching Gilmore Girls and Friends while searching the internet for jobs. I know those of you with jobs and kids are probably wanting to kill me for complaining, but when no money is coming in and you have no idea how you're going to pay the rent, I'd take the jobs and kids any day.

On the other hand, I leave for Arizona tomorrow morning. St. Raph's is sending me to a music and liturgy conference for LifeTeen and I'm pretty pumped about it. There will be seminars on choosing music for liturgy, LifeTeen bands introducing new music, and I also get to see my aunt and uncle. Anyway, that's all that's going on in my life right now. If you haven't seen the wedding website yet check it out. http://skrubyandleahy.weddings.com. Be sure to sign the guest book!