You read it right! I am going to be an aunt again! It will either be my 7th niece or 5th nephew! The biggest surprise is who is pregnant and will be having this newborn ball of energy in approx 8 months time and it is not my 33 year old sister or either of my brothers. It is actually going to be my 41 year old sister!! I cannot believe it. She just told the family today while we were celebrating her two younger boys' birthdays! One just turned 15 and the other 11! I won't lie... we all thought she was kidding. What a shock! But what a wonderful surprise! :) I always felt deep down that even though after 3 boys she said she and her husband would no longer have any other children or try for "that girl"... I never truly felt she was done. Although this little bundle of joy was not exactly planned, he/she will be excitedly welcomed into the family! We all cannot wait!
When God has a plan... He REALLY has a plan!! Apparently mine is: You suck so get a hint, quit trying and go into a nunnery.
In another news: I almost had a heart attack about 2 minutes ago. Bad thunder storm raging outside my windows. Such a shame considering earlier in the day it was mid 80's and sunny. Damn. All my life I used to get excited about big storms. I absolutely loved them. But being home alone... in an apartment... on the second floor. Just not so awesome anymore! The fact that the last boomer just set off a car alarm is now thoroughly creeping me out. It's sad when you shoebox bathroom is your best refuge away from windows and the loudness of the raging storm. So yes, in case you need that visual, I am currently sitting on my closed toilet seat lid waiting for the storm to calm down and my heart rate to return to normal. Turns out singledom always has more surprises up its sleeve the longer it remains your companion.
I wanted to get a run in after I ran some errands after the birthday party.. but the rain hint. Son of a.... Now I feel like total lazy ass!!!
Thus far this weekend has been fairly low key and I don't have anything new to really report.
Love life: Same/MIA. Financial situation (even though I have a second job): Worse. Health: Worse. Mental mentality: Bitter.
I am happy I had off this weekend, but part of me wishes I had worked too because I did not really do anything worthwhile besides Friday where I got to meet up with Lawyer for Happy Hour and discuss my impending trip to Manhattan. I cannot wait. We have an amazing line up of activity, all of which you will hear more about upon my return.
I have a crazy work week ahead of me. A LOT of catching up to do and only two girls answering the phone... before a holiday... this is going to S.U.C.K. Thankfully it is a short week. Last time I checked, I was not working at the catering co. this week either. I would not have minded one day (Tuesday preferably), but no go. Oh well.. I need to run about 15 miles this week anyways so that I hopefully look like I own dresses that fit me and I didn't borrow them from my skinny roommate!
I guess that's about it for now. Sundays are always my worst for those of you who know me best. I may have even mentioned that already?
Oh wait... forgot to mention that Time Warner hit me up again this weekend. Not only did he text me numerous times on Friday night between 2:15 and 2:45am, but he also called me to tell me he wanted to apologize about the last time we saw each other. Yup, nope.. did not care. Said very little... said he should call me when he wasn't drunk so this his 'apology' might actually appear genuine... to which he responded "I don't have the balls to call you when I am sober". You mean... you don't have balls at all. Dickhead. I promptly hung up. A few more texts and another call at 3:45am, Time Warner wants to know why I won't talk to him. I have nothing to say. Stupid is and Stupid does. And I am not stupid. I said my "good night" promptly followed by my hitting of the red 'END' button on my iPhone. Peace out Time Warner. You lost someone that could have been wonderful for and to you.
Oh look... it is time to go take my Zoloft.
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