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Matt and I are back. I'll say one thing: I hate O'Hare International Airport.

It's late at night, and I just got done sucking down a Whopper with cheese. I can't wait to start eating healthier. It's been hard the last few weeks with everything going on, to keep up the healthy eating. Once everything settles down, I'll get back on track. Until then, I haven't weighed myself and I certainly haven't kept up on the weight loss tracking on my site. I'll be better about it after the move.

So I'm back, but now I have to go again. The movers are showing up tomorrow morning to collect our things, and tomorrow afternoon, I'll be on the road in the middle of a corn field in Iowa or something. Feel free to ring my cell, if you know my number. Lord knows somewhere in the middle of Nebraska, I'll need your call to keep me awake. I'll be in touch, though. You'll hear from me when I've arrived in Vancouver. See you then!

It's 19F this crisp beautiful snowy Thanksgiving morning. I had a little time before our flight out this morning, and I wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. I hope your holiday consists of good food, great company, and fewer than three swings at eachother. See you when I get back. Briefly.

I swear, if I see another box or bottle of orange-smelling 409 that supposedly gets off ANYTHING, I will climb atop a steeple with a bag-o-Doritos (Light!, of course) and a rifle. I'm going to be one happy girlie once this is all over. I can't wait to get settled into our new place. Ah, well! Just a couple of more weeks away!

So I'm channel surfing today through all the crap that plagues daytime TV, and I come across A Wedding Story, and I get all gushy and warm fuzzy as Kim recants she and Kurt's relationship from the beginning, and as Kim walks down the aisle, I realize that will be me in the sorta-near future. It excites me, makes me nervous, and confused all at the same time. I'm not good at this kind of thing. No clue where to start. Any of you wedded folk care to give me a bit of advice, please feel free. I could definitely use all the help I could get. Please shoot me a note.

Every girl daydreams about this moment - how it will happen, what will be said, who will be there, what the scenerio will be like. I can tell you right now, I was not prepared for how beautiful one single moment could ever be. You couldn't have said those beautiful words any better, Matthew Gifford. I love you with every ounce of my being, and look forward to being your wife.

Friday evening. I'm listening to the bass upstairs get louder and louder, thankful we won't have to put up with party boy and his frat buddies much longer. Nothing much on the tube tonight, until I ran across Oprah, who I normally don't watch. Tonight, though, she had an interesting show.

Affairs. Sex. Swinging - all topics of Oprah's show tonight. Women delving details of affairs, most of who gave up their families for their lovers. Oh, the excuses were flying. The whole swingers part of it was a whole other part of the show I don't care to delve into. The affair thing, however, is something I won't ever understand. I truly feel there is no excuse under the sun that could ever convince me that it be “okay” or forgivable, even. These people who cheat - how long do they really know their partner? This is just my take on it, but I really feel that 99% of people that enter into marriages really don't spend enough time getting to truly know their partner. So they know the basics, get married, and, all of a sudden, their husband's an asshole, their wife's a bitch, I don't get enough attention, waaaaaah, so I'm going to go out and find it elsewhere. Do I understand the motivation behind it? Absolutely. Do I think the whole issue could have been prevented in the first place, if I really knew my partner? Yes, I do. I refuse to believe that everything is great in your relationship for four years of knowing eachother, and three months after putting that ring on your finger, suddenly your wife or husband's just.. changed miraculously into this totally selfish unloving person. Doesn't really work that way. I just get sick of hearing all these excuses for why people do what they do, and the sad thing is, it's become so commonplace. It's disgusting, really.

In case you didn't know what I was referring to in the previous post, as of tomorrow, it is my first official day of unemployment until the new gig. It's going to be nice to have a few days away from work, though I'll have tons of it to do over this weekend and into next week. I think I'll be posting pictures of our now ridiculously stark apartment.

I have to admit, splitting from a company I had been a part of for nearly four years was a bit tough. It's like getting the hell out of the womb - you're comfortable, and now you're not, even though you know you'll be fine. More than fine, in fact. I think change is, for the most part, a good thing - in my case, a very good thing. I needed out of conglomo. I needed to break away from HCSIM8, though a part of me will miss that factory-workin'-ass. Erm.

So, here's to good times in the Pacific northwest, a great new start at a new job, and, overall, a new life with the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Salut!

One word:

FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

I am very proud to announce that my baby nephew, Maysen David, was born Saturday morning, around 9:34am PST. I'm pretty sure my sister is glad he was ripped out of her via C-Section. After all, I can't imagine something that weighed 9 lbs 7 oz. coming out of me the natural way. Congrats, Les and Nate! Matt and I love you and we'll see you in a couple of weeks! You two will make wonderful parents.

I'm a very bad girl. I'm “sick” today. Bwahaha. Considering next week is my last week with Hoho, it doesn't really matter. It's not like I don't have a ton of stuff to do, anyway. I might call around and find some boxes and await the call from the apartment place to find out if we definitely got it or not. Could clean, too. Lots of that to do, too. I think that's what my sick day is going to consist of. 104.5FM, Windex, and packing. I know you want to come over.

We're going to Ohio this weekend. Hang with Matt's grandparents. I work Mon-Thurs of next week, Thursday obviously being my last day. Friday, I have a doctor's appointment. Saturday and Sunday of next week, we'll either head up to Wisconsin to visit Matt's folks or they'll come down here. Haven't worked out the final details. Monday through Wednesday of the following week, we'll pack, clean, pack some more, and scrub and.. clean. Thanksgiving Day will be spent on a plane across the country to Eugene, OR, where we'll visit my sister and mom, who will be flying out from North Carolina. We come back Monday, Nov. 29th, the moving truck comes the 30th, and we split either the 30th or 1st, depending. I figure we'll get to Vancouver, WA sometime on that Friday, the 3rd or Saturday, the 4th. I start work the 6th. So yeah. Insanity ahead. You have plans this weekend?