Last time, I promise

Last time I talk about how sad I am about my best friend leaving. On Friday she drove down to SC to stay with her parents while her brother and his friend drive the moving truck to Arizona, and then this Friday she is driving her car to Arizona with her son and her parents (for company). I have been in such a funk all weekend; I catch myself crying more often than I could imagine I would. I feel like I'm losing a sister. I can't believe how much this hurts.

And she called me a week after we last saw each other to tell me that she is pregnant. She told me before she told anyone else, even her mom and her husband, and that means so much to me.

This is crazy painful.

In other painful news, I have to go two weeks from this Thursday and have my wisdom teeth removed. I've had two different experts (my dentist and my father-in-law, also an oral surgeon) tell me that I should have done this a decade ago. Well, I didn't. I made a very expensive and, I think, wise decision to do this under complete IV sedation. The mere thought of having it done kept me up for hours the night that I found out I had to go through with it. Obviously I am not going to be able to relax about it. At least this way I will be able to go to sleep and wake up with it over.

My coworker, who had hers out a couple of years ago, said that your mouth will smell like your crotch on a really hot day when you're on your period. I figure that should keep Scott's advances at bay.

She makes me laugh.

We took Ian to the county fair today, the one I grew up going to in my hometown. We took him last year and he had an okay time. Today he had a blast. He rode nearly every ride for his age group, and even wanted to get on some that he was too small for. He was fearless. :)

Ian also attended his first gymnastics class last Monday. Bloodied another kid's nose. That's my kid, yes, the one that had to be pulled over into time-out and who couldn't follow directions. I actually stayed after class and apologized to his teacher. Fortunately the mom whose kid had the bloody nose is a friend of ours. She had forgotten her camera so we were snapping shots for her of her son to email later; she said that he frequently gets bloody noses; I wonder if she was just trying to make us feel better.

We've decided, though, that if he doesn't start listening better by the end of the month (we're paid up till then), we won't be taking him back.

He had his quickie speech eval last week, too, and they want him to come in for an official scored eval. We're waiting to hear from the evaluator for an appointment. I'm not at all surprised; a little relieved, actually. He's not seriously behind, but I think he could be further along. I actually wonder if his difficulty following directions doesn't somehow stem from his mild difficulty with communication.

Trudging away at my studying; I have to get this review done before my surgery b/c I may not be much for reading boring material while heavily medicated and healing. I leave not even a week after my surgery to stay in Charlotte for five days and attend a review course. Woo-freakin'-hoo.

November 17-18: D-Day.

After my test I plan to spend my time converting the closet in our spare bedroom into a scrapbooking closet. The closet is small, but it will be big enough to put a custom-sized table top in, build vertical shelving, and storage underneath the table. I will be able to open the door, pull up a chair, work, then shut the door when I'm done and not have to worry about putting everything away. I'm so excited about it you just don't even know. Scott's even excited about helping me do it.

Oh yeah, I went to Archiver's, the new scrapbooking store in Raleigh, a couple of weeks ago with my good friend and fellow mental patient Jatana. I have found my version of paradise. I scheme for the next time I can go again. I don't think I should go without a large budget, hence my not returning yet. I will, though; all I want for Christmas are gift cards to Archivers. Tell my family.

That's all; I'll try to update more often, promise.