Oh, the excitement

Things have been very exciting in the life of The Spokeschicken since last i wrote. Let's see... i've gone to Maine and celebrated Mum's birthday, which was a lot of fun. It was really nice to see Mark, and I could tell that Mum was really just happy to have her chicks in one nest again for a bit. It was fun. We ate summer-y type BBQ food, and Dan was there with me, Lorraine was there with Mark, and Mark seemed sincerely happy to see me. Which was nice, since I was also sincerely happy to see him. We didn't fight even a little. It's funny how we still seem to need other people around in other for us to not start getting on each other's nerves. Also last weekend I was on my quest to find a pair of jeans that fit well, and I had been in the store for not longer than five minutes when i got some of the most excruciating pain i have had in recent memory. It was awful. Oh LORD do i hate periods sometimes! I was in so much pain i was shaking and holding down vomit, so i made my way to the Shaws in the same plaza just to find some painkiller. It was rough, but worth the trip. I then layed down in the backseat of my car for an hour trying to relax. It was not a very fun afternoon compared to the very relaxing morning i had had scampering around on the rocks and reading on Lucia Beach. Ah well. I got over it.

This past week kind of went by in a blur. I'm getting TIRED of Dan not being here. I mean it! I have been to bed before 12:30 only one night, and it was friday because i was so exhausted from the week of sleep deprivation. Tuesday night i hung out at Q's place, Wednesday night I hung out with Lyrica, Thursday night I hung out at Annie and Ivan's, and then Friday i simply crashed. Matt, Laura, and I watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics (which were GORGEOUS), and then i called Dan around 10:00 and probably said something resembling a goodnight, but really, I just went right to sleep before 10:15. I was pooped! The thing is, Dan forces me to go to bed before midnight on worknights because he's already in bed and being cranky at me that i'mn not in bed yet, which it turns out is exactly what i need. Otherwise, even though i might have gotten home at a reasonable hour, i putter around and find things to do until suddenly i realize that it's 1am! And how'd that happen? So San needs to come home.

But, and you should all prepare yourselves for this exciting news, there is a solid chance that i'll be going to PARIS again in late October! YES, YES! Ron and Carol Watier and Dan's Dad Maurice will be going there from the 18th through the 26th, and they offered the spare bed to Dan and I! HOLY SHIT! SO, we're going to make it work. It comes at a HORRIBLE time, what with my sinus surgery a few weeks before that (= an unpaid week, and the fact that i have to talk to my doctor on monday to see if there is a real danger with me flying at that time), but fortunately, i will have been at Global Protection for a year at that point, and my accrual schedule for vacation time renews. YAY! The HR manager obviously wasn't as excited as I was when I told him the news, but he told me that he knows it's an opportunity i can't pass up. It will only cost us 60 bucks to stay there for the whole week! So now Dan HAS to get home so we can discuss exact dates so we can buy tickets... but i do have to call my doctor first. I'M PSYCHED!