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Sunday, June 11, 2006

Book 26 - Knocked up by Rebecca Eckler and my weekend

Knocked up was done in diary form - like a string of entries - starting with the night of the main couple's engagement party where they decide to have unprotected sex and end up, you guessed it, knocked up. It was pretty amusing all in all. I love reading books where the main character is like this self-obsessed person because, sometimes, I totally feel that way and it is nice to know that perhaps I won't be that way for like EVER.

Friday night I was invited to go watch my friend Karen's 3 daughters dance in their dance revue but I totally begged off because I am still sorta like recovering from the major stress and business of the recent past. I am totally feeling like back to normal and my self-imposed hiatus ends effective tomorrow. I am back to walking and getting my shit in shape and not laying around like such a slug. Although, the slug-ness has been pretty night. I basically spent all of Friday night watching Disks 2 and 3 of Season 5 of Dawson's Creek. Sorry but that is my idea of heaven. Don't laugh.

Saturday I got up and the hubs worked until about 1:30 so I cleaned the house since it desperately needed it. We had some people over to sorta hang out, BBQ, and swim. I got to see the nieces that we were afraid that the MIL would keep from us and I totally did not realize how much I missed them til I saw them. It was really prety cool. Chelsea, the oldest at 13, has like a BODY. Um, since like February, she grew like a rack. The hubs was making me laugh because he goes "I felt like a pedophile - I did not know where to look." I mean, those knockers like sprang up overnight. Poor darlin, she does not know what she is in for. All in all, it was a really nice, chilled out day. Hot as a muthah though.

Today I got up and went to a quickie lunch with Karen as is our custom. I had to make it quick because I had to go to a baby shower for the hubs' goddaughter/cousin. I am not like super close with that part of his fam, but I was touched that they included me on the invite list so I went even though I would sooner bust out my eye teeth with a sledgehammer than go to a shower - especially a baby shower. Once again, this is the self-obsessed part of me, but I just sit there like "Was that one of my eggs I heard dying? Yeah, I think it was but you carry on with your procreating while I just rust and become the equivalent of an old Chevy up on blocks in someone's front yard in Arkansas." A tad dramatic, but you get my drift, no?

I have to say, though, I was never so damned happy to see my husband's too tight dressed ex-wife at Walgreens in my life. I was not sure if she was invited to this shower or if she was invited if she was going, so when I saw her dressed in camel-toe showing shorts and a tank top that she could pull off if she was 25 pounds lighter, I KNEW she was not shower bound. God bless. That made my fucking day right there.

Well, I am off to bed since I am not allowing myself to languish in bed until all hours tomorrow. I have a good 10 days before I get my test results. Please continue to send positive vibes towards Utah because that is where the testing place is and I need all the help I can get, ok? If you put the gris gris on me, I'll make my dog come live with you.

Elizabeth at 11:27 PM

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at 11:05 AM Blogger Kami said...

Did you get a pic of the ex-wife for Thursday?

 
at 12:26 PM Blogger Easily Amused said...

HA! Kami cracks my shit up!!! Thinking of Fug Thursday...she does fit right in there!

Glad you had a great weekend.

I'm reading the 3rd book in the YA YA Sisters series...LOVE IT!

 
at 2:39 PM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

Damn...Kami beat me to my comment.

Yeah...I wanted to see the toe...

 
at 4:29 PM Blogger Cheeky said...

I have been looking for another good book - I will have to check this one out!

Yeah - a pic of the Ex would have been classic!

 
at 5:32 PM Blogger Sea_creature said...

Sending luck your way for the next 10 days! Okay, now don't think about it. Pfft! I know...yea right.

How great to see the ex NOT invited. AND with cameltoe. Priceless...

Have a great week gettin' back into the routine. I have to do the same, starting today. I've been a lump since I got sick three weeks ago.

 

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