Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Inconceivable!!!


OK, honestly, how can anyone work under these conditions?  IMPOSSIBLE!  I am having serious ADHD attacks nonstop, and I’m not even half way through my day.  I actually have work I need to get done too, before tomorrow (I have gotten some done though, thankfully…this shit is important, despite what other people think…).  Today is my LAST day here before my TWO WEEK leave for wedding amazingness and our honeymoon!!!

I have to be here LATE tonight too.  Until at least 8PM I think.  I have been here since 7AM.  I have been trying for weeks to set up a second shift Benzyl Prep training, so maybe anyone other than me can know how to do it…thanks for leaving, Ola!  I wanted to start it at 4, but apparently everyone on the planet has training except for me, so I can’t start it until 5:30…when I usually go home.  Awesome.   Even better that only 2 people have accepted the invite…no one takes me seriously…I’m all sorts of antsy and excited and I have to be at WORK ALL DAY LONG!!!  Oh well, I decided I would be even more useless tomorrow and I’m not coming in.  That’s a perk…I can kind of decide things like that…

So understandably, I’m useless.  I’m elsewhere.  I’m thinking about my dress, I’m thinking about how Derek will look when he sees me in it for the first time.  I’m thinking about how my hair will actually turn out, and my haircut on the 15th!  I’m thinking about all my family and friends coming from far away just for this day.  I’m thinking about seeing my brother and his beautiful family from Missouri tomorrow, and how much I love those two little kids, Anthony and Lily, and how I didn’t think it was possible to love someone else’s kids so much, even if they are your niece and nephew.  So how much am I going to love OUR kids?  I can’t even fathom that amount, with how much I love those two. 

I’m thinking about our wedding :) All the months of planning coming down to one day (which I am so excited for all of our guests to see how amazing everything will turn out!)…3 days from now.  3 days from now I will officially be Mrs. Duval.   And I am VERY excited about this. 

Side note, because I said I would, http://www.awkwardengineer.com/
Read it, it’s funny.  And he’s a friend.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Mom's Pearls

So I actually submitted this into a different site I live on, reddit.  Got some pretty good feedback, I figure I want to have the story out there in as many places as possible.  It means a lot to me, especially with my wedding being only 5 days away!

So I'm just going to copy and paste my submission from reddit onto here...

I’ve already told this to everyone I know. It wasn’t even recent, it was mid-June. But I figured 2X might appreciate this story.

My Mom died of cancer 4 years ago this past June. She was diagnosed, and then passed away 6 months later. We were very, very close. I was only 20 when she passed, too young to lose your mom, and she was 51, too young to die.

January 2007, she went down into the living room where my Dad was reading, or doing something boring for work, and she stood in front of him, telling him where she was going to hide her pearls. The pearls he gave her as a wedding gift, 31 years ago now. She said he had to know where they were when she was gone. He didn’t listen, just said, “Lori, I don’t need to know what you do with your shit, you aren’t going anywhere.” But unfortunately she did, and the following June she passed away. We searched every room of that house, many times, looking for her pearls. In every pocket of every jacket, every hidden compartment anywhere in the house, in every seat cushion. Nowhere. And my Dad 100% blocked out where she told him they were.

I was heartbroken. Since I was little I wanted to wear these pearls on my wedding day, I was supposed to wear them on my wedding day. Just over a year ago my now fiancĂ© proposed (only 9 more days!!!), and while I was overjoyed, I knew in the back of my mind something I had always wanted for that day would be missing. I know it seems “petty” to be so miserable about a strand of nice pearls, but they mean more than that.

I had given up, we all had given up on the pearls, figured they were long gone, we had sold the home, no one said they found them. I didn’t even plan on wearing a necklace anymore, it couldn’t be anything but those pearls.

This June I sent my dad to our safe deposit box to get some of my mom’s really nice jewelry for me to take a look at, as my “something old.” He brought most, almost left one pair of earrings there, but opened the box and thought I might like them, and brought them. I knew the minute I opened that box of earrings (diamond and pearl drop earrings) that those were perfect, and I found my something old. I went to the bathroom to try them on, and took out that little piece that earrings are attached to (you know what I mean, in little jewelry boxes), and something else was there. A little velvet Mikimoto bag. No. Impossible. I opened the bag and there they were. The pearls. I burst out crying (as I am right now), and ran up to my dad’s office with them, couldn’t be them, I had to ask…he looked at me with the most surprised look, started crying too and said, “That’s them. Where have they been?” When I explained where I found them, all he could say is, “This is exactly how your mother wanted them to be found, at this time.”

She hid her wedding pearls under the pair of earrings I chose to wear for my wedding. Four years. Four years they sat there, waiting for my wedding. The earrings with the pearls. I believe she put that little box together for me, knowing I’d find them when I needed them. Four years…and we had all given up hope, but they were waiting for me all along, right where they needed to be.




Sunday, August 21, 2011

Hi? I guess?


Blog post #1.  Here I am.  To be honest, I’m really not entirely sure what I’m doing.  What am I supposed to write about?  What is too much information to share with the internet?  I was taught growing up that you don’t talk to strangers, and you don’t share personal information in an unrestricted forum.  That’s exactly what I’m doing here, isn’t it?  Sorry Mom, I don’t think anyone is going to abduct and rape me via this blog, it will be OK…I think.  

I think some pretty exciting, awkward, and funny things happen in my life, so I’ll probably write about them.  Maybe even things from the past.  Probably a lot of stories about crazy shit I did with my BFF Liz.  Who knows, only time will tell.  Right now I’m pretty focused on one thing: MY FUCKING WEDDING BITCHES!!!

In 6 days I’m getting married!!!  6 days.  That is less than 1 week.  I am getting married next weekend.  On Cape Cod, or as my beloved Tina once referred to it, “The Cod.”  

Friends, family, ocean breeze, tons of unreal food and a 5 hour open bar…yup.  My kind of wedding…to be expected.  Then 10 days in Punta Cana!!!  So if I keep this blog business going, don’t expect to hear from me for a while.  But expect pictures.  Lots of them.  Once I figure out how to add them to a post.  I’m computer retarded.  

That’s all for now I guess…trying to get out of work early today, since we don’t really have anything going on, and second shift is already in…