According to the countdown app on my phone, I’m only 3 days away from turning 30…and I’m only 113 days away from my wedding.
No, that’s not a typo.
The boy and I are gettin’ hitched!
Feel free to take a moment and join me in the “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!” Squeal-A-Thon that I’ve been having for the last two weeks.
That’s a large part of why I’ve not written much lately. It wasn’t really public knowledge until last Sunday. Now, though, pretty much everyone I know knows, so I figured I was fine saying something here.
The other reason I haven’t written much is because I’ve not wanted to sound like a broken record. My life is pretty routine. I work hard at my awesome/crazy stressful job. Sleep. Go to the boy’s house to hang out every few days, and usually use that time to catch up on all the shows that air while I’m at work (Flash and Scorpion are excellent, by the way). The super cool thing about being engaged (y’know, apart from getting to marry the love of my life and start a whole new life adventure) is that I actually have new things to write about.
So stay tuned as I start a new decade of life. Wow, that sounds cheesy. And now I want pizza. Which isn’t a good thing if I really want to be able to wear the gorgeous dress in 113 days.
113 days. I’m getting married in 113 days. I cannot hardly wait, I’m so excited!!!!!!
What follows is something funny that happened at my work this week. Since I work in a medical reference lab, I see all kinds of specimens. This can lead me to talk sbout things that aren’t G rated, but I do my best to stay out of R territory. Consider yourself warned.
A few days ago at work we received a specimen to be tested for gonherrea & chlamydia. Two super fun STDs. We get quite a few specimens through our room to be checked for these diseases. Unfortunately, the specimen we received wasn’t your typical submission. It was synovial fluid from a knee.
Now, this may not seem weird, but keep in mind, we’re talking about STDs. After 2+ hours on the phone, calling every reference lab we work with, and getting told the specimen was completely unacceptable, I came to the following conclusion…
If you have to get your knee fluid checked for STDs, you’re doing sex wrong.
We are in recovery mode currently. Yesterday the boy was a groomsman, and we stayed until the party was over at midnight. Since it was Halloween, the party was a costume party. The wedding was Magic: The Gathering themed, so the boy’s costume was Tezzeret, and mine was Jane Austen’s Catwoman. I love Catwoman, but there’s no way I’d ever wear the leather cat suit. Which got me to thinking outside the box. I got to wondering what it would look like if Jane Austen had written Batman, which led to what I think was a pretty cool costume. Mom made me a beautiful Regency style dress, I found a fantastic laser cut metal cat mask, and dad hot-glued fake nails to a pair of lace gloves. I was pleased with the end result.
We are adorable!
He had to be into work crazy early, which means he got off of work early, and now I’m crashed on his couch doing boring things like paying bills, and he’s asleep in his recliner. It’s peaceful and a rather nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
It’s the beginning of November (a fact that you’re aware of if you know how to read a calendar). This means I am officially at the end of my twenties. 23 days from now I’ll awaken as a mature, thoughtful, classy thirty year old. Or, I’ll just wake up as a 30 year old who’s really no different than the 29 year old I currently am.
I do want to start my 30’s on more positive, emotionally healthy ground than I meandered through my twenties with. For the most part, my twenties will forever be locked in my brain as this murky swamp of a decade where I made some really terrible decisions. However, I also made some really fantastic friends. It’s been a strange decade, that’s for sure.
Also, since it is now November, it is officially NaNoWriMo. When I finish this post, I’m going to start working on my novel. I really have no idea what I’m going to write about this year, but I figure the important thing is that I at least participate in the exercise.