Nelly Don't Know Hot

It’s getting hot in here and I’m tempted to take off all my clothes.

It’s finally begun to feel like Spring. I can tell from my itchy, watery, sticky eyes. Oh, and the wicked warm weather.

Now, we all know that during May Long it always rains (sprinkling of raindrops for Sunday and Monday), but I’m okay with that. As long as there is no snow, I’m good to go.

Brand new tent – check.
Booze – check.
Up till 12:00 a.m., last night, to ensure that the majority of things are packed so that we can head out camping after work – check.

The last time we “went” camping was the long weekend of September last year. Except, we didn’t go. It’s like this – we stayed up late to pack everything up so that we (Future Mister and I) could get up early and head out to the mountains. Prior to this, FM had been having gut issues and his gut issues wouldn’t subside. After much nagging on my part (I was worried he had appendicitis, even though he didn’t display any of the symptoms) and after much resistance on his part, he finally agreed to make a quick stop at the doctors before we rush home to pack up the vehicle and leave.

Yeah. We never made it home.

Guess who was right? Guess who’s nagging paid off? And guess who demanded a bouquet of flowers for saving a life?

Me.

Despite having zero symptoms, it turns out he did have appendicitis.

Without going into a whole lot of detail on the events to follow (it still saddens me to think that we could have been in the middle of nowhere and God only knows what would have happened if his appendix had burst), let’s just say that FM laid on a waiting room bed for 8 hours while 3 doctors poked and prodded him trying to determine if it really was appendicitis (again, zero symptoms). The doctors finally decided to get him scanned and half an hour later he was rushed to the operating room to remove his appendix.

During his prep, FM must have gone through shock because he suddenly went pale. He asked to go to the washroom and after 5 minutes in there I knocked on the door to see if he was okay.

Actually, you know what, I don’t even want to type it out because I don’t feel like tearing up at the thought of that day/night/the days after, etc.

All in all, it was a horrendous experience. I realize it was a simple appendicitis that needed to be removed, but with the waiting times in hospitals in Calgary and the events that followed during his prep, I was almost certain that his appendix would have/had burst.

One day I’ll write out the whole tale of FM’s appendix experience; including the amazing changes in our lives because it happened (Like finding his biological father! Through facebook of all places!).

Until then, I’m going to continue counting down the hours till I’m off work so we can go CAMPING!@#$

Cheap Treat?

I think it’s fairly clear that I’m in a slump. I feel the need to treat myself to something.

I want to get dolled up and go out. I’m tired of the same old jeans and t-shirts. This seems like it’d be such a simple task, but I don’t feel like being the person who is all dressed up with no where to go and the person I’d like to get all fancy with is not a fancy person at all (aka the Future Mister).

I’ve thought about maybe dying my hair and getting a nice hairstyle, but hair colouring is expensive and I wouldn’t know what sort of hairstyle would look good for me.

I’ve thought about going on a small shopping spree. Then I remembered that, too, involves money and God only knows I hate shopping for clothes.

A spa visit would be nice, but damn those cost quite a bit of money.

Money seems to be a huge issue for me. Not only do I not like the idea of spending money on myself, but money is tight when you have a mortgage, bills and a wedding to save for.

I do have a tattoo gift certificate that will treat me nicely, but I’ll still have to wait months until I can actually get an appointment.

If only treating myself were cheaper.

The Getaway

I’ve been busy. Lame excuse, I know. But seriously, I have been busy.

Since the beginning of March, I’ve been finding that there aren’t enough hours in a day to get things done. This has caused me to be severely irritable, impatient, annoyed, frustrated, tired and I could go on, but I won’t. Even the weekends aren’t long enough to get shit done. I guess it doesn’t help that we had ANOTHER snow fall warning and had a full week of snow. In May. “April showers bring May flowers.” LIES. ALL LIES.

Last week, I took a flex day from work. I normally despise taking time off, but I was desperate. Desperate mentally and physically.

You know it’s time to take a break when: you start muttering obscenities under your breathe when your phone rings or when coworkers approach you; you start taking old school wooden pencils and snapping them just so you can break something; you break your computer mouse because you are so goddamn frustrated and have to bullshit to the IT department on why you need a new one; you freak out at the senior manager of your department because he’s making you so fucking angry.

Yeah. Enough was enough.

Work still has not slowed down, especially with our largest event quickly approaching (this also does not include the few other events that we’re hosting that are also extremely large), but I’m trying to pull through as best as I can.

Presentations! Meetings! Corporate World! Screw you.

I swear to you Internets. This May long weekend I best be going camping. For the last month, I’ve been itching to escape. Anywhere, but here. A place where there is no television, no phones and no computers. I realize that it’ll still be cold, but I don’t give a damn.

I just need to get away from it all.