Home and feeling poopy

I'm back from the weekend in Millwaulkee. Rolled in about 5:30p.m., unloaded the car. If anyone cares 8-).

I ended up getting sick this a.m. and NOT because of alchohol. When I get headaches, I throw up. I still feel like warmed over dog shit.

I had 117 email messages, and am behind in LJ. I promise, once I dig myself out of my house (my housework has lacked), I'll update, and read everyones entries. It just may take me a few days.

I could go out tonight with Mr. Dave, however I have been going strong since Wed afternoon, and I really need a night with KEVIN. No stalker kevin, me, me kevin.

That Black Suit

Dad and I went to Dubuque, to JC Penny to pick out a suit.

SOmething sharp, Black, and conservative. Mom picked it up. It was my first real suit, bought for the purpose of interviewing at Mayo Clinic-5 years ago, today.

I wore it to Grandma Thiedes funeral, to her husbans funeral, to weddings, pageant interviews, to Heather's wedding in New Orleans, to my interview at Wal-mart, to My interview for the IV service. Its been dry-cleaned, pressed, and worn with every color of shirt imaginable.

Wore it to Mary's wedding this weekend, with a purple shirt and matching tie. One of only 2 suits I own. The other: Gap suit, grey wool pin-stripe.

And while I wore it for yet another time, it dawned on me, quite suddenly. If I die in the next year, kill over-dead. The powers at be will go into my house. Sort through my belongings. Read my journals. Go through my closet--

and find in that JC penny grey bag-my black suit. GIve it to the undertaker,

and when I am six feet under, in a pine box-I'll be in that Black suit.

Learn to be Lonley/Porkchop photos

David called a little while ago. For the upteeth time today. Its not a bother, more of a sign of caring. Being basically "gone" since last wed, and not feeling up to par, I really am not up to seeing him tonight. I wouldn't be much fun or "use". Still I feel guilty. Specially since he's called and I havn't seen him since thursday.

I look it at it like this: we already have plans for NYE, and possibly this weekend. I also have bent over backwards to make time for him and enjoy spending time with him. However I am not putting much faith into this, cause I've been down this road many times before (John anyone, Kara, anyone), if it doesn't work out, I am going to pick up my respect off the floor, brush it off and move on. All I want is a quite night at home, with me, myself, and I.

Anywho, Porkchop was a ring bearer for a wedding this weekend (his other aunt). That little guy walked down the asile and did a fantastic job. He later slept through the hour and half service (lucky guy). Photos behind the cut. DO NOT LOOK, if you don't like CUTE!!!

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