• I am SO READY for this long weekend. In 7 short hours, I shall head to the beach house where I will park myself in a recliner and hopefully finish Twilight.
• Tomorrow, I will be introducing my father to my boyfriend. The boy is nervous but I’ve assured him that there won’t be any need for him to say anything because around my dad I’m usually all, “Look what I can do!” (bonus points to you if you can tell me where that is from)
• I’ve been lax in mentioning a couple things. Please excuse me. I don’t know if you heard but I HAD SURGERY (how long can I play the surgery card? Is it getting old? Because I plan on playing a lot this weekend for my dad).
• Mamikaze gave me a kick ass blogger award. I love Mamikaze not only because she’s from the Pacific Northwest, but also because she’s hilarious and also because she loves Trader Joe’s wine just as much as I do (and maybe a little more).
• Amber gave me a Brillante Weblog Award. Amber is adorable and has the cutest little owl on her banner that I want to kidnap and call my very own.
• And, the 3 Giraffes who I dined with at BlogHer and and are ALSO from the Pacific NW gave me the Arte Y Pico Award.
• I am so thankful and want to give each one of you a big wet kiss. You’re welcome.
• Also, I’m far too lazy to follow the rules and give these awards out myself. So, consider yourselves awarded. All of you! For all 3 awards! You’re welcome again!
• Please don’t forget to watch my beloved Oregon Ducks play kick the canine behinds of the Washington Huskies tomorrow night at 7 p.m. PST. I’ll be wearing my brand new Oregon Underpants.
• Our grand prize winner of the Book Giveaway has still not claimed her prize. Ashley? ARE YOU OUT THERE?
• I just this very second began to crave Fried Chicken. Why?

That is all, friends! Enjoy your LONG weekend! See you Tuesday (or maybe Monday, if I get lonely)

In two short weeks, I’ll be injected with an insane amount of hormones which will put me into medical menopause.

DUDE.

I had my post-op appointment with my gynecologist yesterday (she is the doctor that performed my surgery) we talked about treatment options, my fertility, and my TIMELINE. We looked at pictures of healthy ovaries and uteruses (uteri?) and then pictures of my diseased uterus and ovaries (but, my tubes? they look “pretty good!”). We decided that medical menopause was our best course of action to stomp this endometriosis down for the next few years so that I can one day have a baby.

So, for the next six months or so, I will experience hot flashes, mood swings, and no period (but, I’m actually excited about that part!). Please bear with me, especially if you work with me, know me in real life, or happen to be dating me.

On a side note: If you wear a dress to go see your lady doctor, you don’t have to get all the way naked for your pelvic. Consider that a gift from me to you.

Does anybody have a fan?

On Saturday, I stayed the night at the boy’s house for the first time. Upon my arrival, he told me, “I bought you special soap.” I don’t think I acknowledged him when he said that, but I felt a pang in my heart and a butterfly in my tummy.

You might ask, what’s the big deal with soap?

Soap is a huge, huge deal. I’ve mentioned here before that I didn’t have the best childhood in the world. And, I’m sure you won’t be shocked to hear that I had a pretty sassy mouth as a little girl. And, once my mother’s husband decided that he’d had enough of my sassiness.

And, so he shoved a brand new, large bar of Dial Soap in my tiny, eight year-old mouth and left it there. For an hour. When it was removed, my lips were dry and the sides of my mouth were bleeding. My tongue had blisters on it. I could not eat. I could barely speak.

I’m not exactly sure what happened after that. But, I remember being at my grandparent’s house for quite some time after that. They took me to the emergency room, and for days after, I remember my Grandma dissolving the medications the doctors gave me to heal my mouth in a dish of applesauce or chocolate pudding.

Last weekend, as the boy and I sat on the lovely balcony of our hotel room at the beach, I shared this story with him – to perhaps give him some insight as to why I am the way I am – why I don’t like being hugged, why I’d prefer most people don’t touch me.

As a side note, I told him that I will not buy Dial Soap. I will not use Dial Soap. Dial Soap makes me cringe. Dial Soap makes me feel angry that someone that was supposed to take care of me hurt me.

And, he remembered. And, he bought me my own soap to use at his house. For that I am thankful. And, I need to tell him that.

• As I mentioned, quite angrily, my faulty uterus (which we shall henceforth refer to as FU, HA!) developed an infection. So, my doctor ordered me home from work (I’m allowed to work 4 hours per day at home). After 1 1/2 days of antibiotics, I’m feeling much better and hope to be able to do something other than nap and eat this weekend (although, napping and eating is HIGH on my list of hobbies)
• Have you been wondering what I’m passing the time with whilst on bed rest? Well… After much harrassment gentle suggestion from Britt and Carrisa that I watch Lost, I took the plunge and got the first disk of the first season from Netflix. And, then the very next day I went and rented the rest of the first season from Blockbuster. AM SO HOOKED.
• So, we all know that I’m a very devoted and passionate fan of the Oregon Ducks, right? Well, last night I took my fan status to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL. It was Duck Athletic Fund Appreciation Night at The Duck Shop (which is a fancy way of saying everything was 20% off for athletic fund donors). Do you know what I purchased? Only a set of three pair of Oregon Ducks Undies! Made by Victoria’s Secret! I’m sure my boys will have a winning season, because I will be wearing a pair every game day – HOME AND AWAY.
• Apparently, I have a huge problem with shopping, because I just asked my iCal to send me an email reminding me of a sale that starts on Monday. But, $50 designer jeans? CANNOT RESIST.
• Now, it is time for my next antibiotic, so I must eat and then take my horse pill.

Enjoy your weekend, friends!