Love

Yesterday I had a very icky not fun whatsoever test for my colitis. I had to prepare for it the day before by taking awful medication and not eating anything. I also have a cold that is making me miserable on top of being miserable. In short I was a whiny bitchy mess of ooze.

I was also freaking out because this test can also tell us if I have colon cancer. I have had Ulcerative Colitis since I was 13 which increases my chances of getting colon cancer. Fun times people. So The Man spent a good portion of his day on Wednesday reassuring me that he would never ever leave me even if I have cancer and that he loves me despite me being a whiny bitchy mess of ooze.

He took the day off on Thursday to take me to my test since I needed the emotional support and a ride home from the test. They put you out for the test and then you can't drive or make serious decisions for the rest of the day.

The Man was allowed in the recovery room following the test and I was still out of it when he saw me. My hand was laying on top of my hip and when I felt him touch my hand I grabbed it, while still out, in a death grip. When I came to I sat up and announced that I wanted The Man and I tried to get out of bed. He pushed me back into bed and told me that he was there.

Of course he was there.
He is always there.
He will always be there.
I am one lucky Duchess.

How I am keeping the spice in my marriage!

Working title: Why The Man volunteered to stay in Mexico for another week.

So The Man is back in Mexico. I am telling you this internets because you all don't know where I live so none of you will try to kill me as I sleep. If you do know me you know that I will bust a glock on yo' ass for shizzle if you try anything silly. Why yes I speak fluent gangsta!

Hmm anyway here is a snippet of why The Man is so tooting lucky to have me as his wife:

Please let me set the scene: I had just told The Man that I had burped and now I was hungry. I like for him to think of me as a delicate flower that must be coddled and admired so I share my shiny moments with him.

The Man: The sad part is I’m jealous.
Love you
The Duchess: that you didn't hear me burp and you can't see me in my sexy pjs.?

Ohh you are so missing out on the cuteness.

Seriously

Yo

I have it cranked up to 11

Why?

Cause my cute meter goes to 11!



Love you

Ohhh yeah its always sexy up in here:-)

2-1-12

I love the first day of February. Not because it is the month of pink and red goodies. Not because it means that winter is one month closer to being over. Not because of the Super Bowl which I think is sometimes in January. No, the first day of February is my favorite day because it means the 1-31 is over and I won't have to face it for another year.

1-31 is the day my mom died. I HATE 1-31 with a fiery passion. I get depressed and I cry and it hurts all over again like a fresh wound.

I survived it like I knew I would.

I survived because of texts from the Cousin, Bunny Butt, Scrapbook Girl and the Pastel One.

I survived because of phone calls from the Cousin, Scrapbook Girl and Dinky.

I survived because I have a bestest friend that can call me and will listen to me blubbering and know what to say when I take a breath that will make me laugh.

I survived because I have a husband that loves me unconditionally.

I survived because I have a stinky that loves me.

I survived because I have an aunt and uncle that love me like another daughter.

I survived because I had a mommmakins that loved me more than life itself.

Sunday thoughts

I have so much reading to do for my classes!

My kitchen is a mess

I left my planner at work and I feel very scattered

I folded 6421686421 loads of laundry and I am still not done

I like this phone blogging:-)

Hey

I can blog from my phone!! Whoo hoo! Here is a picture of Loki PuppBoy to brighten your day.

The week of being sick and dodging serial killers

The Man was in Mexico from Monday to today. I decided to get sick Sunday and I wasn't able to go to work until Wednesday and that was only for a half day. On Tuesday I read an article on how serial killers picked their victims. One of the ways is that they learn the victims schedule and the example that they gave was when the lights in the house were turned off. This would signify when the victim was comfy cozy in their PJ's not realizing that a crazed killer was waiting for them to go to sleepy doodles.

So what do I do?

I turn every light on in the house and then I start to turn off random lights at different times throughout the night to confuse the crazed killer watching me!

HA! Take that crazy pants I am even CRAZIER (in a non-killing way cute way)than you and it would be easier for you to choose a different victim.

Laugh if you want to but I AM STILL ALIVE so it must have worked:-) Tired but alive!!

Hugs

FRIDAY!!

Allo Loves,

So this week has dragged on like it was never going to end. I had a ton to do for work and this grad school gig started off with a bazillion chapters to read:-(

I definitely have to get in the groove and get organized.

In other news:

I am so excited that it is finally cooler in Michigan. I love the fall season from the cooler temperatures to the darker makeup! I don't wear as much red lipstick in the spring or summer so I rock it during the fall and winter.

We are doing some fun projects around the house!

Can you believe that I still have Mommakin boxes to go through? I am thinking one lazy day I will drag The Man to the basement (sounds sinister no?) to keep me company while I go through them.

I need to find an easier way to get my pictures off my phone onto my computer so I can post pictures of my new planner. I have my real name on it and The Man has asked that I keep some part of my identity secret (much like the superhero that I am) so I will have to get creative to cover up my name.

I am getting my hairs colored next week and I am rather giddy about it!

I also ordered some nifty cards that have my name, cell number and email on them since we are doing group projects this semester and quite honestly I will feel sassy giving them out. Yeah I am a dork but I am dork with really cute cards so eh!

I am opened my pie hole during a meeting and somehow I ended up volunteering to put together the Adoption Orientation binder. I refer to it as my "pie hole" when it gets me in trouble otherwise it is known as my mouth or my yap, you know depending on my mood and such.

The Cousin is coming to town and I find myself humming "Santa Claus is coming to town" and substituting her name for Santa Claus. This may account to me getting strange looks at the office.

Off to finish my discussion paper although I really feel that I have moved on from the discussion of free education in Utah.

Hugs


I think

Hello Again!

WOW
This is embarrassing in many ways. I can't believe that I haven't blogged since what January?

I realize that not one is reading this anymore but I am commenting more on other blogs and I have to say I really really miss blogging.

So what is new you ask?

LOTS!!!

The Smart Girl made her First Holy Communion and once I figure out how to post pictures again I will.

The Cousin had a baby and her middle name is my mom's first name..LOVE IT!

I got in the MSW program at another university which is making me feel all smart and stuff:-)

The Man? AWESOME as ever.

Work is going well now that I did four massive reports in ONE WEEK:-(

I am really going to try and be a better blogger. This is just embarrassing that I have neglected this bit of blogland for so very long.

Hugs