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Weekend Hangover

No, sadly, not that kind of hangover.  Not that there’s really a “good” hangover.  But, in general, I’m just out of it today.  And I’m pretty sure it’s because this weekend (well, Sunday & Monday) weren’t all they were cracked up to be.  

Honestly:  I didn’t have much fun.  

Not sure HOW I didn’t have fun while wine tasting, but I didn’t.

Friends, I’m going to vent for a while.  If you only want to read me when I’m chipper & witty, time to pack up this browser now…  

But I miss my friends.  I went wine tasting 3.5 hours away from my home for 2 days with 9 people (plus my hubby) that I would not consider friends. And it was not good.

Friends are people that I will always have some juicy tidbit of information to share with.  Friends are people who I want to share my sips of wine and my cheese plate with.  Friends are people who are not going to order a beer at a brewery if it’s 101* outside and I’m not allowed to come in.

And my friends have all moved away.

So, now I’m stuck with the “B Team”.  Yeah, I get it.  I’m their “B Team” too.  They probably have other people they’d rather hang out with than a sullen non-drinking foodie, who is more interested in whether her dogs can come into the tasting room than if the wine’s any good.  Seriously.  I’m not easy to get along with.  That’s probably why I miss my girls (and boys) so much.   (PS:  I was DD – otherwise I probably would have drank until I had fun!)

I wanted to have fun.  I really did.  When people arrived 15 minutes early on Sunday morning, before I even got a chance to open my newspaper, I wasn’t even irritated.

But, the irritation started early, and continued.  One of the guys is 6’8″, and he didn’t fit as well into my car as he would have hoped.  I drive a fairly large SUV – and I can’t help it that he’s a giant.  Seriously, stop complaining. And when my dogs were just trying to be friendly because they assume that everyone loves them, but the same guy then asks how I can make my dogs stop breathing in his ear.  (Ummm, really? You want them to stop breathing? Get out.  Now.)  And then we’re on a dirt road, and “Why did we have to pick a place so far away?”  I don’t know, but shut up about it.  You’re sitting in the back seat, sleeping, or listening to a lecture on MP3, but you’re sure as heck not driving.  And then we end up at a really crummy sandwich shop; and they forgot the veggies on my vegetarian sandwich.  Although, to be fair, they forgot the cheese on another girl’s vegetarian sandwich, so we should have combined forces.  Except hers had yellow hot-dog mustard.  Ewww.  I can go on, but I won’t.

What I’m trying to say is that Every.Little.Thing bothered me.  And I’m not sure what to do about it, because I’m not usually “that girl” who’s upset all the time.  And I’m never going to make any new friends with this puss on my face.

Lots Happening Here…

… and the last thing I’m worried about is my weight. Which is a good thing. I tend to get all caught up in it, then I realize that I’m caught up in it, and wonder what the heck is wrong with me. Do I want to lose fat? YES! But do I want to obsess over it? NO!

Work is crazy. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

My vacation starts in T-3 days. Woot! And, on the same day I get my annual review, find out about my bonus and my raise. Double woot! That bonus is paying for this lovely trip of ours, so it better be good! I think I’m ready, except that I need to find another drug store… Target was completely out of Immodium. I really feel sorry for the person who needed it and they were out, LOL! I also have a few things that I bought for the trip, but need to return, and I need to run to the post office to return some stuff I bought online…

But, here’s the big news. I’m not pregnant. I know, I know… You ask, why would I think I would be? I’m an intelligent woman, about to travel 1/2 way around the world, on anti-malarial pills, with plans to drink gin & tonics in the bush of Africa. Why would I get pregnant? On freakin’ accident, that’s how!

*** TMI ALERT *** If you don’t want to handle this next bit — I recommend that you log off my blog *** TMI ALERT ***

I am on the Nuva ring. Yeppers, that little flexible ring that you put into your lady bits. It’s great. I never forget to take my pill, I’m not at the whim of a nurse and a shot, and it’s been great for me. Until this month. When I went to take it out, and it was GONE. G.O.N.E. Gone. So, like any normal woman, I made an appointment with my doctor, after hounding the nurse at a local OB’s office all afternoon. My appointment was last Wednesday. The PA searched for the darn ring (while also getting my pap out of the way), and could not find it. So, I took a urine test. Negative. Then I took a blood test — Negative result came back on Friday. But, there was still a chance. SO, took another urine test this morning. Negative. Phew.

I mean, it would have been great. I really want to start a family soon. Just not RIGHT NOW. Literally, in 2 months, we would have been ecstatic (actually, it wouldn’t have been an issue, because after the anti-malarials leave my system, we’re removing the goalie…) So in 2 months, this would have been amazing news. But right now, my CK family, it’s too soon. And I have other plans for this body of mine. There’s no shark diving while pregnant, or bungee jumping off the Victoria Falls bridge at the apex of Zambia and Zimbabwe. There’s no sundowners in the bush. There’s no trying new food. This is my chance to do these things that women in that state just should not be doing…

And gosh darnit, I’m happy to announce that I’m not preggers! (PS: Still haven’t gotten my period though… stay tuned for another announcement!) :$

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