I hope that as it fades my hurt will fade too.
I had a nice weekend.
Paul got here on Friday afternoon and we went around running some errands and looking for my roomie's birthday present which is apparently discontinued and impossible to find in Atlanta...
At 7:30 we went and met our kittens at their foster Mom's house. I really am in love with them. I can tell that the male is probably going to be my baby while the female has Paul's ideal cat personality. She was playing and attacking a mouse and the little boy would wonder off (he was very inquisitive, aka nosy) and then I would pick him up and he would start to fall asleep. so freakin adorable. I think Artemis is the perfect name for the "huntress" female kitten but Paul isn't convinced yet. We are still trying to come up with a name for the boy. I call him Tubby in my head because he is SO round right now. Paul doesn't approve but I think he is cute. I feel like we are taking a big step in adopting together. I mean, these are children with fur and they are both of ours. If anything happens to make us break up, there will be blood for those kitties.
We ate dinner at Pappacitos Mexican restaurant which is really fun but kind of pricey.I was really looking forward to my refried beans and when I took a bite there was BACON in them. ew. I felt nauseous afterward. Paul even offered dessert but I couldn't stomach it. They do have a drink called "The Wave" which is a margarita/sangria mix that I have to go back and try. Sounds like a fun girls night for me and Katie this summer...
In the parking lot I started balling because I realized the last time I had eaten there was with Mema and it kind of caught me off guard. We were going to go to a movie but we ended up just coming back to the apt. I felt bad because I know Paul wanted to see that movie :(
Saturday morning we woke up fairly early and went to the renaissance festival for the day. It as nice because the weather was supposed to be bad so not as many people were there. I, of course, loved the geese and the adoption animals. Paul liked the food. We had a waffle sundae which was pretty awesome but the best thing there was the Gazpacho- weird, right? Since it wasn't sunny I didn't drink a lot while we were walking around, then we went to the Pirate sword auction and stood in the sun for 45 minutes.
(The auction was awesome...they were giving away free prizes from tickets they handed out, auctioning off cool swords, and they played a game called "Trust the Pirate" where you would pay a certain amount and get a box without a label. Since weapon boxes can't be opened in the park, you had to wait until you were in your car to open them. I got a $10 one and Paul got a $15 one. Mine is kind of evil looking- black blade and ridges and such. Paul's looks like a scary cleaver)
Anyway- so standing in the sun made me start not feeling well and then it hit me, a MIGRAINE. It was horrible. I grabbed a Sprite as we were leaving but it didn't help. Paul ended up bringing back to the apt and letting me nap...
I went to Ink and Dagger Friday afternoon to get my tattoo but they were booked up for the day and I had to make an appt for 8 on Saturday. Paul woke me up about 7:40 to go to my appt but he was behind so he didn't even get to start working on my design until 8:45. We left the place at 9:45...45 minutes after they were supposed to have closed. BUT I love my tattoo. The guys working there were really nice and courteous. My tattooist researched distelfinks online to help me make my tattoo the best possible, consulted with me about placement and colors...He was awesome. It did hurt though. And its still pretty sore. I'm washing and lotioning it every 4 hours like my life depended on it. I do NOT want an infected tattoo.
I posted a pic of it on facebook earlier. I haven't heard from either of my parents about it. I think maybe because I did it to help me with my healing process with the passing of Mema. I feel like in some small way it has helped me. My favorite part is the purple tear on the distelfink. I hope that as it fades my hurt will fade too.
Well, after my tattoo was finished it was too late to go get ingredients from the farmers market to make fresh gnocchi so Paul and I just went to Kroger and got a frozen pizza along with spinach, mushrooms and extra cheese. We also got a Boston Cream Pie, which Paul said was to celebrate by graduation but I think he just really wanted some. However, by the time we got back to the apt my migraine was so bad I was dry heaving in a pitch black bathroom. Paul helped me to bed and gave me an ice pack for my head. I really thought my head was going to explode. It eventually got better but it was one of the worst migraines yet. We ended saving the pizza and just eating noodle bowls from my pantry and pieces of the boston cream pie. By the time the Excedrin migraine caffeine kicked in I was wide awake and Paul was passed out on the couch.
Today wasn't too bad, having to say goodbye and all. Paul woke me up by playing Batman cartoons on his phone in front of my face. I'm a sucker for tv. We had the pizza, and Paul sauteed mushrooms and spinach to go on top. It was really good but Paul had to leave soon afterward and Bess and I went to a friend's Bridal shower.
Now, I have a 5 page paper on employment law do by Tues at 5 and I haven't even finished the reading yet. I mean, I know I'm getting a B, he knows I'm getting a B- can't we just compromise and then I don't have to write it and he doesn't have to grade it? Sounds like a good plan to me...
Wow. So...time to brush my teeth and get down to this reading business.
Paul got here on Friday afternoon and we went around running some errands and looking for my roomie's birthday present which is apparently discontinued and impossible to find in Atlanta...
At 7:30 we went and met our kittens at their foster Mom's house. I really am in love with them. I can tell that the male is probably going to be my baby while the female has Paul's ideal cat personality. She was playing and attacking a mouse and the little boy would wonder off (he was very inquisitive, aka nosy) and then I would pick him up and he would start to fall asleep. so freakin adorable. I think Artemis is the perfect name for the "huntress" female kitten but Paul isn't convinced yet. We are still trying to come up with a name for the boy. I call him Tubby in my head because he is SO round right now. Paul doesn't approve but I think he is cute. I feel like we are taking a big step in adopting together. I mean, these are children with fur and they are both of ours. If anything happens to make us break up, there will be blood for those kitties.
We ate dinner at Pappacitos Mexican restaurant which is really fun but kind of pricey.I was really looking forward to my refried beans and when I took a bite there was BACON in them. ew. I felt nauseous afterward. Paul even offered dessert but I couldn't stomach it. They do have a drink called "The Wave" which is a margarita/sangria mix that I have to go back and try. Sounds like a fun girls night for me and Katie this summer...
In the parking lot I started balling because I realized the last time I had eaten there was with Mema and it kind of caught me off guard. We were going to go to a movie but we ended up just coming back to the apt. I felt bad because I know Paul wanted to see that movie :(
Saturday morning we woke up fairly early and went to the renaissance festival for the day. It as nice because the weather was supposed to be bad so not as many people were there. I, of course, loved the geese and the adoption animals. Paul liked the food. We had a waffle sundae which was pretty awesome but the best thing there was the Gazpacho- weird, right? Since it wasn't sunny I didn't drink a lot while we were walking around, then we went to the Pirate sword auction and stood in the sun for 45 minutes.
(The auction was awesome...they were giving away free prizes from tickets they handed out, auctioning off cool swords, and they played a game called "Trust the Pirate" where you would pay a certain amount and get a box without a label. Since weapon boxes can't be opened in the park, you had to wait until you were in your car to open them. I got a $10 one and Paul got a $15 one. Mine is kind of evil looking- black blade and ridges and such. Paul's looks like a scary cleaver)
Anyway- so standing in the sun made me start not feeling well and then it hit me, a MIGRAINE. It was horrible. I grabbed a Sprite as we were leaving but it didn't help. Paul ended up bringing back to the apt and letting me nap...
I went to Ink and Dagger Friday afternoon to get my tattoo but they were booked up for the day and I had to make an appt for 8 on Saturday. Paul woke me up about 7:40 to go to my appt but he was behind so he didn't even get to start working on my design until 8:45. We left the place at 9:45...45 minutes after they were supposed to have closed. BUT I love my tattoo. The guys working there were really nice and courteous. My tattooist researched distelfinks online to help me make my tattoo the best possible, consulted with me about placement and colors...He was awesome. It did hurt though. And its still pretty sore. I'm washing and lotioning it every 4 hours like my life depended on it. I do NOT want an infected tattoo.
I posted a pic of it on facebook earlier. I haven't heard from either of my parents about it. I think maybe because I did it to help me with my healing process with the passing of Mema. I feel like in some small way it has helped me. My favorite part is the purple tear on the distelfink. I hope that as it fades my hurt will fade too.
Well, after my tattoo was finished it was too late to go get ingredients from the farmers market to make fresh gnocchi so Paul and I just went to Kroger and got a frozen pizza along with spinach, mushrooms and extra cheese. We also got a Boston Cream Pie, which Paul said was to celebrate by graduation but I think he just really wanted some. However, by the time we got back to the apt my migraine was so bad I was dry heaving in a pitch black bathroom. Paul helped me to bed and gave me an ice pack for my head. I really thought my head was going to explode. It eventually got better but it was one of the worst migraines yet. We ended saving the pizza and just eating noodle bowls from my pantry and pieces of the boston cream pie. By the time the Excedrin migraine caffeine kicked in I was wide awake and Paul was passed out on the couch.
Today wasn't too bad, having to say goodbye and all. Paul woke me up by playing Batman cartoons on his phone in front of my face. I'm a sucker for tv. We had the pizza, and Paul sauteed mushrooms and spinach to go on top. It was really good but Paul had to leave soon afterward and Bess and I went to a friend's Bridal shower.
Now, I have a 5 page paper on employment law do by Tues at 5 and I haven't even finished the reading yet. I mean, I know I'm getting a B, he knows I'm getting a B- can't we just compromise and then I don't have to write it and he doesn't have to grade it? Sounds like a good plan to me...
Wow. So...time to brush my teeth and get down to this reading business.