Monday. It's hard to believe it's not a four letter word. Maybe it should be referred to as, MOFM, especially when coming off of Springing ahead. Most people look forward to this day as it's a signal of the days getting longer, summer's getting closer, blah, blah, blah. To me, it means I lost a valuable hour of sleep. So, for someone who doesn't care for Mondays or losing sleep (which is really probably most of us), I was not a giant fan of today. Now, it wasn't the worst day ever. No, not even close, but I'm going to bitch anyway. A lot of the suffering of the day was self induced. I guess I'd have to say it all started Saturday night. I went to a coworker's bachelorette party, and I drank too much and stayed up too late. As a result, I had terrible sleep, the kind of half sleep, when you're having the same stupid conversation in your head over and over again, but it's as if you're awake. Then you really do wake up, and you're pissed your sleep wasn't really sleep, but stress. So, yesterday was a pretty lazy day. I did a little grocery shopping, picked up the oldest from a sleepover, and my friend Jackie came over so we could catch up How To Get Away With Murder. I didn't have an appetite yesterday (alert the presses!) I only took a couple of bites of my sandwich earlier in the day, but Jackie showed up with hot dip in a crock pot and soda. Somehow, I managed to finally eat something. Thank God or I surely would've widdled away to nothing. Even though I moved slow all day, it wasn't a bad day. I was also able to talk to my Mom (it was her birthday,) and it's always great talking to her. But I don't know that I ever recovered during the day from my lack of sleep, which brought me to this morning....Monday! But before I yammer on about that I must talk about the bachelorette party.
As a 44 year old, it's been a while since I've attended an actual real bachelorette party. My coworker is in her late twenties, though, so it was on. It brought back so many memories of my own. Everyone had a great time. Three of my coworkers sang "Girl Crush" and nailed it. My friend Laura sang into her plastic penis straw from dinner all the while (we got those at dinner, and I don't think that thing left her hand or lips the entire night). I miss the karaoke so very much...I think I've only seen it once in all the time we've lived out here. There were tons of laughs and an awkward fucking moment that had the potential to ruin my night. There was this gal from the party, that I had briefly talked to early in the night. I'm sure I was being loud, as I'm always uncomfortable around people I know. I was probably rocking a buzz. I was probably, well being me. Anyway, it was super crowded in the bar, and a couple of my friends were standing there singing along, and this girl, stops as she's walking by to say, "you scare me." I said, "excuse me?" I simply couldn't believe what I was hearing from this lady that I don't know. She repeated herself, and I said, "that's kind of a crappy thing to say." She then said, "I'm just joking." But of course she wasn't and she walked off. I didn't realize my two friends had heard as I was just stunned for a minute. It all ran through my head..what scares her? I'm so loud? I'm tall? I'm a giant fucking monster?....and so on, but before those things could invade my head for even a couple of seconds, my friends were shouting to me, "that girl's a fucking cunt....what a fucking bitch" etc. The moment has passed through my head many times since it happened now, and at one time something like that would have the potential to really bum me out...but what I take from that unpleasant experience, is that my friends were there for me, without hesitation, without me asking. I love that. So, what could've been the worst part of the night, I'll take as my favorite part of the night.
Back to Monday....so I guess it goes in line with what I just wrote. It hasn't been my most favorite day ever, but what Monday really is? But for as out of it as I've felt all day, there were way more positives. I was looking forward to spending my lunch time by myself-wallowing in my own stuff, when a coworker asked me to go with her. Another coworker ended up coming along, and I'm so very glad. The other coworker and I were having the same type of day, but we all forgot about it all and made fun of it. We laughed so hard at our own expenses (as continued tonight with weight loss memes), and we told the kind of stories one would expect to hear at the bachelorette party we'd been to. The first coworker had explained her really bad day, which had been yesterday, and said, she was just so happy to wake up have it be gone today. Today was a new day, and she woke up not feeling the effects of the day before. And you know what? She's spot on. When you have a crappy day, you just look at it as tomorrow is a different day, and you go to sleep hoping you'll wake up with the blanket of a crappy Monday all gone. And as I glance at the clock, counting down to bedtime (it's now 8:43), I'm think Fuck.Me. It's really 7:43. This sum bullshit up in here. Okay, I'll try to let it. Well, not really I'll be reflecting on that lost hour all week. It will be my built in excuse for everything.
From not my favorite day to it could be my favorite week. I won't have time to write before Thursday I'm guessing, but the countdown is on to Amy coming on Thursday. We'll be doing a dual birthday celebration, St. Patty's Day, March Madness trip, and every excuse in the book to get together for a few days. It's so awesome to have her coming to visit, especially on the heels of Caity's visit, which was so sorely needed, and so very freaking awesome. As my last blog said, "You Can't Make Old Friends." Amy's trip really snuck up on me. I was thinking about how that happened...and the reason is-because Amy takes care of everything. She got our hotel room, she found five bars that open at ten and will be open to the general public (last year we researched the best places to watch March Madness in Chicago, only to find them all closed to the public), and I don't have to worry or think about a freaking thing. Amy knows that I'm always the one planning everything, etc., and her doing this stuff, is always so appreciated. The only thing we have planned is watching basketball on Friday, and I have no doubt (Gwen Stefani is the best), whatever stuff we decide to do on a whim, will be absolutely fantastic. We never know what we'll find-whether it's finding our "Black Me's" or walking three miles to a bar that's only three blocks away, it's so easy. I love that. I can't wait.
I'll leave you with a song that I hadn't heard forever but was someone sang on Saturday night. None of the younger girls knew it, which was hysterical, but they all loved it. As the should. Who isn't pleased by Big Balls?
Jen
As a 44 year old, it's been a while since I've attended an actual real bachelorette party. My coworker is in her late twenties, though, so it was on. It brought back so many memories of my own. Everyone had a great time. Three of my coworkers sang "Girl Crush" and nailed it. My friend Laura sang into her plastic penis straw from dinner all the while (we got those at dinner, and I don't think that thing left her hand or lips the entire night). I miss the karaoke so very much...I think I've only seen it once in all the time we've lived out here. There were tons of laughs and an awkward fucking moment that had the potential to ruin my night. There was this gal from the party, that I had briefly talked to early in the night. I'm sure I was being loud, as I'm always uncomfortable around people I know. I was probably rocking a buzz. I was probably, well being me. Anyway, it was super crowded in the bar, and a couple of my friends were standing there singing along, and this girl, stops as she's walking by to say, "you scare me." I said, "excuse me?" I simply couldn't believe what I was hearing from this lady that I don't know. She repeated herself, and I said, "that's kind of a crappy thing to say." She then said, "I'm just joking." But of course she wasn't and she walked off. I didn't realize my two friends had heard as I was just stunned for a minute. It all ran through my head..what scares her? I'm so loud? I'm tall? I'm a giant fucking monster?....and so on, but before those things could invade my head for even a couple of seconds, my friends were shouting to me, "that girl's a fucking cunt....what a fucking bitch" etc. The moment has passed through my head many times since it happened now, and at one time something like that would have the potential to really bum me out...but what I take from that unpleasant experience, is that my friends were there for me, without hesitation, without me asking. I love that. So, what could've been the worst part of the night, I'll take as my favorite part of the night.
Back to Monday....so I guess it goes in line with what I just wrote. It hasn't been my most favorite day ever, but what Monday really is? But for as out of it as I've felt all day, there were way more positives. I was looking forward to spending my lunch time by myself-wallowing in my own stuff, when a coworker asked me to go with her. Another coworker ended up coming along, and I'm so very glad. The other coworker and I were having the same type of day, but we all forgot about it all and made fun of it. We laughed so hard at our own expenses (as continued tonight with weight loss memes), and we told the kind of stories one would expect to hear at the bachelorette party we'd been to. The first coworker had explained her really bad day, which had been yesterday, and said, she was just so happy to wake up have it be gone today. Today was a new day, and she woke up not feeling the effects of the day before. And you know what? She's spot on. When you have a crappy day, you just look at it as tomorrow is a different day, and you go to sleep hoping you'll wake up with the blanket of a crappy Monday all gone. And as I glance at the clock, counting down to bedtime (it's now 8:43), I'm think Fuck.Me. It's really 7:43. This sum bullshit up in here. Okay, I'll try to let it. Well, not really I'll be reflecting on that lost hour all week. It will be my built in excuse for everything.
From not my favorite day to it could be my favorite week. I won't have time to write before Thursday I'm guessing, but the countdown is on to Amy coming on Thursday. We'll be doing a dual birthday celebration, St. Patty's Day, March Madness trip, and every excuse in the book to get together for a few days. It's so awesome to have her coming to visit, especially on the heels of Caity's visit, which was so sorely needed, and so very freaking awesome. As my last blog said, "You Can't Make Old Friends." Amy's trip really snuck up on me. I was thinking about how that happened...and the reason is-because Amy takes care of everything. She got our hotel room, she found five bars that open at ten and will be open to the general public (last year we researched the best places to watch March Madness in Chicago, only to find them all closed to the public), and I don't have to worry or think about a freaking thing. Amy knows that I'm always the one planning everything, etc., and her doing this stuff, is always so appreciated. The only thing we have planned is watching basketball on Friday, and I have no doubt (Gwen Stefani is the best), whatever stuff we decide to do on a whim, will be absolutely fantastic. We never know what we'll find-whether it's finding our "Black Me's" or walking three miles to a bar that's only three blocks away, it's so easy. I love that. I can't wait.
I'll leave you with a song that I hadn't heard forever but was someone sang on Saturday night. None of the younger girls knew it, which was hysterical, but they all loved it. As the should. Who isn't pleased by Big Balls?
Jen
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