Sunday Lazy Sunday

Call me Dizzy McPain

Over the last couple of days, I've been feeling very dizzy and achy. Migraines galore. Last Friday was the worst. We had Chinese take-out at our friends' and watched a movie and all was great. When we got home, I couldn't even stand straight and went straight to bed. I wanted to hurl, I was so nauseous. I couldn't even open my eyes because everything was spinning uncontrollably.

Yesterday, my coworker said she had something similar last year and it was all due to an ear infection. In the afternoon, I had to hold on to my desk to keep my butt firmly secured on my chair. I had a hard time getting to and from the copy machine but powered through the day just because I had so much stuff to do.

Near the end of the work day, I emailed my boss and told her I'd be visiting a doctor this morning if things didn't get better. Well it didn't and the very nice Doctor at the walk in clinic said I have an ear infection and a pretty good one at that.

I've got drops and antibiotics and I'm off work until Friday. It's bittersweet really. I'm all for getting the time off work - but that means I'll have a shite load of stuff to do when I get back on Monday AND I'm so dizzy, I can't even use my days to do anything but lay there and try to stand on my feet.

I can't do anything too physical because I never know when I'll smack my face on the ground and I can't stare in one place for too long because I get a headache from trying to focus. Lovely.

I just hope this all goes away by this weekend and we can have a semi-normal valentine's day celebration. :(

Wedding Stuff : A rose by any other name...

I'm very very far from being a rose but at least, in today's society, I can chose what my name is going to be. The choice is mine, rightfully so. This great post on Off Beat Bride (one of my favest websites evar!!) talks about just that.

Long, long time ago I asked myself if I was going to take my future husband's last name. I had to consider the pros and cons and really think about what it meant to me. The thoughts were triggered by an article I read in Bitch Mag about what feminism meant now vs. 10 years ago.

Mind you, I never would have dared to imagine I was going to marry Js back then. He was still an old friend from high school I'd lost touch with.

I had decided back then that I wouldn't be against changing my name and I wouldn't be against keeping my maiden name - all depending on if he'd be willing to change it too. If I know he'd change his name if the roles were reversed, then I would change it. If I know he'd be opposed to the idea, tough cookies, I'm stickin' to my guns.

Enters Js, this crazy life and everything in between.

When he proposed, I revised my name-changing thoughts and realized that they were still the same. I brought up the topic in regular conversation to test the waters. I wanted to know if he'd change his name for me, what his thoughts were and to see if it would change/alter my views on the whole deal. It didn't. I still felt the same about it and realized then and there that I had some thinkin' to do.

One night, Js was back in Moose Jaw and I was all by my lonesome (with Jack) at our old place in Ottawa and as I went to bed, I looked at our picture I keep on the nightstand when he's away (same photo he had when he was in Basic and we both have a framed copy we keep for such times - cheesy, I know!) and just knew...

I will change my last name to his when we get married this summer.

The last name I mocked so much in high school will be mine and I guess you can almost call that karma.

I'm changing it because I know he'd take my name if the roles were reversed. I'm changing it because I love and respect his family and am proud to be a part of it. I love and respect my family too and I'm blessed to be a part of it - it's so much more than a name. My family is who I am, in the way I do things, in everything that I know. Family is more than a name.

Yes, I'm changing my name. Call me unfeminist. If you define being unfeminist as not giving in to the social pressure and knowing who you are as a person and a woman while making your way through life, then I guess that's what I am.

Retro Post

A friend of mine recently decided to go back to the beginning of time and read my blog from the start. It's a good idea if you have trouble sleeping! Haha! Anyhow, her doing so kinda forced me to go back too and read her comments and the blog posts (however, it did nothing for my sleep deprived self).

Holly hell the last 2 years have been crazy - ups and downs and all 'rounds.

I know it's February and retro-posts are so last month but without further ado, I present you, the last year of my life.

2009
Jan - Last month at TBS - awesome job. Sobbed like a 4 year old when I left.
Feb - Some unemployed-ness and then our move to Moose Jaw. Booked our wedding venue.
March - Playing house with Js as we attempt to be a normal couple again.
April - Alone. My 25 birthday was celebrated with newfound friends while Js was 3000kms away on course. Lame.
May - Js is back soon, hurray! Got a job... no comment.
June - Summer goodness.
July - My parents came to visit me in Saskatchewan which I never even imagined would happen.
August - End of summer-ness. Booked our Officiant for the wedding. Adopt Nova, 7mo old rescue crazy dog.
Sept - Getting used to normalness again - having Js around and trying to get a grasp of what a normal couple is. Bought our wedding bands!
Oct - Visited Maggie and Marc in Winnipeg, beyond happy to be posted so "close"!
Nov - Bought my wedding dress, hurray!
Dec - Got "promotion"... whatever that means. Visit family in Ontario and friends in Montreal. Js ans I spent Christmas apart but welcomed the New Year together.

I'm sure there's a ton more but I forget. I can rarely remember what I had for dinner the night before so this is pushing my luck.

You could always go back and read it all...

Goodbyes looming...

:( Boo!

My friend's husband is being posted far far away. We thought they'd be leaving by the end of March but I saw her hubby's posting message at work today and they have to be there by the end of March.

Yuck. I'm sad.

Get your own depressed looking shaker!

Erin is amazing and she sent me this link today after reading about my emotional instability (word?) when it comes to salt shakers and Micheal Bolton.

I want.

Screenshot: There she went, Miss America | Bitch Magazine

Screenshot: There she went, Miss America | Bitch Magazine

This made me laugh and think... *whoa*
Sure glad we're allowed to think now! :)