There is no reason for the title. Its just the name of the Jimmy Eat World song that I'm currently listening to. I'm feeling unimaginative today, so I went with that instead of trying to pick a song that fits with the topics at hand. Plus I'm really tired, so there's that.

So I had a really good Memorial Day weekend. It kind of makes up for the last two, which kind of sucked. I went to a customer on Friday, but was only there until about 12:30, so I went to Missy's parents house to keep her company while she rested. She was feeling better on Friday and was able to take some of the gauze she had been wearing off. She was also able to switch from the Vicodin to regular old Tylenol for the pain. So I spent the afternoon with her, had some lunch, watched some DVD's and kept her company until about 5 PM. By then I headed home to get my laundry and head to my parents house. They got back from Italy last Tuesday and I hadn't seen them since a few days before they left, and they were gone for two weeks. Plus, I had laundry to do!

Saturday I headed back to my place with my air conditioner, as its about that time of the year that requires it. I relaxed at home for a bit before I headed back to Missy's parents. I think she getting a bit of cabin fever since she hadn't left the house since she got back from the hospital on Wednesday. I convinced her to let me take her out to dinner and the movies. Even though she was still wearing the splint on her nose and she was really self conscious about it, she agreed to go. So we had a nice meal and went to see Shrek the Third, which was cute and funny, and thankfully short.

I dropped her back off at her parents and headed home for the night. Sunday I went back to my parents to see Pirates of the Caribbean with my brothers. It was good and entertaining, just way too long. My brother's fiance fell asleep during it, thats how long it was. But I thought it was OK. They definitely left it open for another one if they so choose to make one. I had dinner at my parents after the movies, then headed home for the evening.

Monday was more of the same. I picked Missy up at her house and we went to my parents for the afternoon and dinner. She was a little worried to go since she still doesn't look like herself, but after much convincing that no one would care, she agreed. We had a nice time and left there around 7ish so I could take her home. Once I got home I passed out from exhaustion. I put in a late night on Sunday and an early morning on Monday with some work related stuff, so I didn't get much sleep. Hence, I'm still tired this morning.

After work today I have my weekly guitar lesson and then I'll be heading to Missy's. She's going to the doctor this afternoon to get the splint taken off and then she'll be staying the night at her place for the first time since before the surgery. The rest of the week should be really easy for me. I'll be in training in NYC until Friday, so that will definitely be easier than working. Training is fun. I need to do it more often.

Alright, back to work. Have a great week everyone.

Title courtesy of The Foo Fighters.

The meaning, its times like these that make you realize just how much someone or something is important to you. Let me elaborate.

I had the joy of spending the day at the hospital yesterday. Thankfully, this time, it wasn't anything I did to myself. One trip for personal reasons is enough per year. Mine was last June. I went with Missy and her mom yesterday while Missy had an outpatient operation on her sinuses. She's been suffering for awhile from chronic sinus infections. Almost one a month for the past few months. I'm not sure how bad it was before she met me. The problem was that her sinuses didn't drain correctly, so the stuff was just sitting in there, which led to infections. So, her doctor operated to widen her sinuses so they would drain correctly, fixed a deviated septum and also removed two small bones that were causing issues as well.

So I called in sick to work and went with her to her parents house at like 10:15. Missy, her mom and I left for the hospital at about 10:30 and checked her into the ambulatory surgery unit at about 11:00. She changed into a lovely hospital gown and we sat with her and waited while they went through the final pre-op stuff, like signing consent forms and all that fun stuff. Her doctor came over and spoke with us and at about 12:30-12:45 they wheeled her to OR and her mom and I went to the surgical waiting room at about 1:00.

Missy's brother works in the area so he came by on his lunch hour to sit and wait with us for awhile, but he left by about 2:00. At 2:30 the doctor called and said that the surgery was over and everything went fine and she was in recovery. They didn't have to pack the inside of her nose, which meant that she'd be a lot more comfortable post-op and in the next few days as well. The doctor said we could probably go in and see her in once they moved her from recovery to post-op in about 45 minutes. Well, 3:15 rolled around and nothing. At some point they paged her doctor over the intercom. For what, who knows, but that didn't stop us from worrying.

Up until about the second hour of her being in recovery I was fine. I knew she'd be OK and that it wasn't anything serious to be worried about. But by that second hour, at about 3:30, I really started to feel weird. Its hard to describe, but part of me wished that I had been going through the same thing, just so I would know how she was feeling. I had no idea how she was doing, if she was OK, or out of it, having a bad reaction to the anesthesia, or any other combination of things. And that just left me feeling really weird in a very unexplainable way. By 4:30 we were told that we could go into post-op and sit with her.

I was really expecting the worst, because beforehand Missy kept trying to tell me how bad it was going to be, but she didn't look to bad. Her face around her eyes and nose were obviously swollen, and she had a nose splint on and a lot of gauze covering her nostrils that was slowly getting bloodier and bloodier. But I thought it was going to be a lot worse, and she thought the experience was going to be bad as well, and it wasn't. So by that point I was relieved that all had gone well and that she was OK and just needed time to heal.

We were able to leave the hospital by about 5:30 and got back to her house by 6:00. She changed her gauze and took the first of what I'm sure will be a few Vicodins. She relaxed for most of the rest of the evening and I left at about 11:00, after we watched Lost. She's got the rest of the week off and most of next week off. She'll be going back to work on Thursday, by which time most of the swelling and the developing black eyes will go away.

I'm just glad she's OK. I think times like these, experiencing something like this just makes you realize how much you truly care for and love someone.

End of story, and back to work!

Title courtesy of the ever-amazing, damn I wish they would tour again and reunite Pink Floyd. Love The Wall. How can you not?

Yeah, so its a little late to be writing about Mother's Day, since it was last weekend. But it was a good weekend. Friday night I went to my parents house to do my laundry, Missy met me there and we went to see Spider-man 3, which was pretty damn good. Saturday I finished up my laundry, including the fun task of ironing 6 pairs of dress pants, 4 dress shirts and 2 polos. Why am I doing my own ironing? The answer, my parents are in Italy for two weeks, so my mom isn't around to do that for me. Yes, I know the fact that my mom still does my ironing despite the fact that I've been living out of my parents house for almost two years is pathetic. But, in my defense, I hate to iron. With a passion. It sucks. Like nothing has ever sucked before it.

Saturday night Missy and I were supposed to go into the city to see her friend in a play. Not a Broadway play, or even an Off-Broadway production. No, this was going to be at some temple uptown on the west side. Not my cup of tea. Plus, Missy said she went last year and it was bad, so I can only imagine how bad it was going to be. I think she could tell I wasn't too big on going, so she called and told her friend she was feeling a little under the weather and couldn't make it. So we just relaxed in for the night, got some pizza. She passed out at about 10, me at about midnight.

Sunday morning we went to my Grandma's to pick her up and take her out to breakfast. My brothers and Beth met us as well. My grandma thoroughly enjoyed it and totally loved Missy. They had never met before, and the feeling was mutual. Missy loved my Grandma too! My grandma even gave me a call the next day to thank me for organizing breakfast and to tell me that Missy was a keeper. We spent the rest of the day at her parents house, which was fun, and relaxing. And that was about it. That was last weekend. This weekend is probably going to be less eventful, which is fine with me. I'm tired.

I was good this week. I stuck to eating like a reasonably human being and exercised at least once a day and managed to lose a few pounds. I need to keep it up this weekend so I don't start the week at a disadvantage. If I do that, I think I'll be pretty good to go.

Alright, back to work! Have a great weekend people!

Song title courtesy of the Queens of the Stones Age. Awesome band.

So, I went to Florida this weekend, for approximately 36 hours. 2 of those hours were spent relaxing poolside and splashing around in the water. Those hours were enough to give me one nasty sunburn. I haven't been sun burnt like this in a long time, and it reminds me why I hate laying out in the sun like a moron. Tanning is one thing I've never understood. It was Elena's favorite past time, so I guess that says a lot about her already well established vapidness.

Other than the sunburn Florida was fun. I got to meet a bunch of Missy's family, which was cool. Its good to see that other people's families are as crazy as mine are. For the most part they were all good people. She warned me ahead of time which family members to stay away from, and they generally didn't associate with me anyway, so it all worked out. We went down there for her grandfather's 85th birthday, and she wanted me to meet both her grandparents while they're still around. I'm pretty sure I got the stamp of approval. I can't see why I wouldn't. Yes, I know, I'm just that damn good!

It was a fun trip, badly timed though, as I missed to Ranger playoff hockey games. This is probably more of a blessing than a curse, because they lost both of them, and got booted from the playoffs yesterday afternoon. There's always next season! Now I'm back where there are a lot less old people and trying to cool my burn. Aloe gel helps, but it kind of hurts to just touch my skin, so its kind of a mixed bag in trying to apply it. Missy put some one me before she left last night and I squealing like a little girl with a scraped knee. Sad, I know. I couldn't tell if it hurt of tickled though. I'm just happy I managed to find a comfortable spot to sleep in and got in a few hours of shut eye.

Plans for this week? Get back on the program. Once my burn heals I'll be hitting the elliptical big time and trying to avoid eating like a damn pig. I can do it. I did it once, actually twice, I can do it again, dammit!

Alright, I must get back to work.