Roller Coaster Week

Week 3 and I already have a list of the good and bad times. Gessh! Like New York, DC is not for the weak.

Tonight you will find me curled up to a bag of tostitos, south west dip, and Star Wars I. I also have the lava lamp running.

Earlier this week Ed found out some fantastic news, he was interviewed for Verizon and got the job. Now he's just waiting on all the rest of it to go through. Best part is that its really close to us. More time with them makes my heart race. Its literally some of the best news Ive heard in a long while. Im so proud of him and thrilled for Beth and the kids.

Monday I had some crazy stomach pain. Since I had just gone to the doctor in my area last week I thought I would call them and see if they could help. The pain was so bad for a stint that I couldnt walk or cough. It scared me. I left a message and no answer.

Tuesday I get a call from them about my blood tests. Apparently I am very deficient in vitamin D and they called in a script for that and then the nurse tells me that my liver function is very elevated and I need to go to the hospital. So I panic and I tell her about the stomach pain and she says that I probably have gallstones and my gall bladder could explode and I need to go to the hospital. I asked if I could wait till after work or if it was that urgent. She said it could wait but I needed to go "today".

Jonah, Dad, and Mom call convince me to leave work and go. Jonah picks me up and Dad meets me at Urgent Care- Mom is on standby ready to show up as soon as I ask. I call the office back and ask what to do and the other nurse I talk to looks at the results and hears about the paint and doesnt seem to think its an emergency. Says that the levels arent too bad and the pain Im explaining isnt in the right place for gallstones. I start to get annoyed.

I go to the ER and explain it all and they do their own tests. Im there from 4:30-8:30pm. They take all new blood tests and a CT scan to see if its my appendix, since thats where the pain is located. Turns out that my levels are BARELY concerning. Still in slight pain so they do the CT scan and find...

An ovarian cyst. No exploding organs. Nothing but a cyst.

I could scream at the first nurse! She made me think I had a bomb in my body. Told me the whole deal about it being a danger that could explode in my body and poison me. That I could die from that. BAHHHHH! What in the world is the point of scaring someone to death! If it wasn't the bomb it was heart attack from her that would kill me.

The picture above is from the IV.

What a week.

XoXo!

By the way, Jonah is doing really well. His wrestling column is getting a lot of attention. Im so proud of him. Poor guy was pretty upset about yesterday.

We are DC-ers now. Its been a week and a day since we left Brooklyn and came to DC. It has been quite a week. New life in new apartment, new office, new people, new city, new new new...

Highlights of this week:
- Got out every night at 7pm
- Out apartment is so big we dont use a solid half of it.
- Got my hair done and it looks beautiful, even if I did have to cut a lot off.
- I met Jonahs grandparents on his Moms side and we had a wonderful time. Very sweet.

Low points of the week:
- Was late to work 2 days of 5
- Fender bender- all is fine.
- Car was towed first night in our apartment.

Jonah and I have seen each other way more and we still like each other! We even went to the gym together tonight.

XoXo!
M

The move heard 'round the world

Before I moved to New York I really felt pretty badly about myself. I felt that I was a failure on every spectrum and really didnt deserve much from life. As you can imagine that isnt the most positive way to approach life. After moving to New York and taking my current job, things started to look up.

I found that I was pretty good at the job I had taken. I didn't expect to be but apparently you just have to be a hard worker and enjoy chaos. Hard working came natural since it was in my blood and the chaos part I rocked in from years of practice. Eventually I worked my way up the ladder and my attitude began to change.

Moving to New York and surviving was a huge acomplishment. I had my doubts when moving but it was something that i HAD to do. I had always wanted to live in NYC and I knew I would regret not going. Amazingly enough, I made it... we made it.

Jonah. Im going to admit that at first this was tough. I was coming from being single for 6 years. I had never lived with a boyfriend before. I never had to share EVERYTHING. I enjoyed keeping to myself. I enjoyed making decisions on my own without consulting with anyone and if it was a bad one...who cares! It was just me.

The first few months were trying. I wasnt sure what was going on. I knew I loved him but didnt know how we would make it work. But eventually it just did. I made a decision to make it work. It was a light switch. As soon as I made the decision everything was better. Honestly, it was pretty instant.


We made it. We were a part of it, a big part!


We did so well that now we're moving to Washington, DC. As far as work goes, I was promoted again. Now I get to be the Manager in DC. Im so stoked. We have a great apartment there. Two bedrooms, 1.5 baths. A gym, a pool, parking... etc!!! Jonah and I wanted to move to better our relationship. We're getting married and we want to have a settled life. He's going to aim for the news industry. Im so proud of him.


There are so many amazing and positive things going on in our lives and I really believe that keeping positive vibes around you and praying... A LOT goes a long way. Without God and positivity I know where I would be... in a shot glass- constantly.

We will keep this updated as we make our new move. We had two weeks to do it! So watch as we laugh and cry or go just plain nuts! Send chocolate! (Maybe this time we will post videos)

XoXo!
M

PS the photos are from the craigslist add of our new place.

The search for our ivory cloud.

Dear Blog,

(I dont know it seemed like the right way to start this)


Well, great news, Mom and I had our appointment at Kleinfelds this weekend and we found a dress. I believe it was dress number 7. I'll be darned if I can find a picture of it though.

We started out the day with a Bagel. Mom got up early and grabbed breakfast for us. Then she and I went to the hair salon, our favorite. While Mom was getting her "wash and blow" I went and got my eyebrows done. Ive been trying to thicken them. Give me a softer look.

I grabbed a redbull, we threw on some makeup, and then we 3 were off. Jonah led the way since he knew the area better than I. We got there and I was completely a ball of nerves! Its such a big day. Trying on the "most important dress of your life". Im going to say I agree with this statement because what other dress holds that kind of weight in a normal womans life?


I was also nervous because if you know me you know I detest being the center of attention. This dress will be the dress that all the most loved and important people in our life will see me in. It's a vulnerable kind of thing.


Anyway, we walked in and it was really neato inside. We took a seat and waited for our consultant to come get us. We got Sarah (shes on the show). She was pretty cool. I asked her a lot of questions about herself and her wedding/honeymoon to mask my nervousness. I was already nearly naked and I needed a distraction.

Dress number 7 was the lucky one. The first one I tried on was the one I thought I had always wanted but it made me look...old. Really old. So I threw that out and told Sarah Im open minded, let me see what ya got. So she brought in a few and there was one that I really like but the 7th one got me even while on the hanger. The flow was pretty and soft. It was feminine and garden-esque.


Sarah then brought out the big guns, a flower for my hair and a veil. I was sold. No tears. Not from Mom and not from me. Just a sense of satisfaction that we took care of this part of the wedding.


All in all it was a nice experience. When we got home we toasted to the dress and the wedding with a very special bottle of Dom Perignon that Mom has been saving for a special event. She even got she and I engraved flutes.


Jonah is curious, as he should be. Soon enough...

Sobering reality that Age brings

Everyone has a BS limit and I believe the type and amount that you are willing to deal with changes as you grow older and wiser. I made sure to throw "wiser" in there because I dont assume that people who grow older always grow wiser.

I have learned a lot about myself these last few years and I believe its because my life has started to fall into place. I have a great job, I live in NYC which has been a dream of mine since I was a kid, I have an amazing loving family, and I'm engaged to the most wonderful man. Not having to worry about all of these things has left me a lot of time to discover myself.

Being a psych major, I am a firm believer of constant self improvement. I struggle with keeping in touch with friends. The people that I generally keep in contact with are my parents. Everyone else is emails and Facebook. I understand that its impersonal. I don't require a lot of attention and Im not very good at keeping in touch. I've lost contact with a lot of great people because of it.

Ive come to realize that I am the type of person that attracts people that need help. I am drawn to them. Maybe I have a deep seated desire to feel needed. Maybe because I feel broken I try to fix people. I don't know yet why I do this. I remember doing this even as a kid. People that have a lot of drama or people that are less fortunate, I cant help myself. My favorite cartoon character as a kid was Eeyore. Go figure.

I became good friends with Jonah because he needed help. He had a broken heart and I am just a sucker for these kinds of things. Eventually he got over the break up and our friendship flourished into love. He is not a person who requires a lot in normal circumstances. That is why he and I worked.

The problem with picking people who require a lot of attention or constantly need help is that I had been drowning for years and only had my family to depend on. I make my family a priority because they have made me one when I lent out my life vest. I take full responsibility for all of this.

Sometimes you have to save yourself before you can save others. I honestly believe we were made to help others but you cant unless you help yourself first.

Im selfish and unapologetic right now. I need to be. If it isnt positive or isnt capable of being positive than it isnt for me any longer.

Lace.

Lace. I think its one of the loveliest things the world has to offer. When I think of the woman I want to be I think of lace. So pretty. So delicate. Very romantic. Very feminine. A little European. Men might wear silk but never lace. Lace was made for a woman.

There are some women I think we're made for lace. An example would be Marion Cotillard in the movie Nine. In fact when I saw her in Public Enemies and Inception I thought the same thing. It's not the way she looks but who she is.



I've always felt that lace was sexier than silk. When looking for undergarments Ive always preferred and felt prettier in lace. It feels a little rougher on the skin than the other fabrics but just adds such a texture.

Ive always been cotton. Never lace or even skin. Cotton. Cotton is sturdy and reliable. It's tough, can be washed any way without being damaged. Hot water. Bleach. The fabric stays in tact. Lace shrivels up in extreme circumstances but not cotton. Anyone can pull off cotton. I'm glad to be cotton but for one day in my life I want to be lace. Holes and all.

I may be cotton on the outside but secretly I'm lace inside.

Budget Bride

Why in the world is a celebration of love so darn expensive? Greed. People take advantage of this huge moment and charge outrageously for essentials. It is quite a business.
I am trying to be a budget bride. I have a goal of $10,000 and I honestly see this as do-able.

We got one heck of a deal on the ceremony/reception site. We rented the whole place out for four days, the whole place being 6 cabins, and the gentleman charged us $1350.00!!! I really expected this was going to be outrageous but we were blessed by his generosity.

We're budgeting and trying to pay off other bills that we have fairly quickly so that we can save for our future.

This word budget is going to break me. Bahhhh!
XoXo!
M