stuff

I do not have a particular mission for writing today... I suppose just an update will do.

Jon's parents are in Maine this weekend celebrating Grammie's 90th birthday! Yay! She is an amazing woman. We would have gone up, but Jon and I are both kinda pooped from the traveling we have been doing. Next weekend it is up to Mass to celebrate Kris and Krista's wedding. :) Jon and I will be sharing a room / carpooling with Nick and Ian and possibly two other people?

I have to admit, traveling makes me nervous. Not nervous like oh, we are going to crash, or anything like that. But my stupid stomach is so sensitive that I get nervous about whether or not I am going to feel sick. Which, of course, is cyclical... being nervous makes my stomach upset. Grr. But I do not like being at the mercy of other people while I am away. I need my own little comfort zone where I can escape and do what I want to do, when I want to do it. It is a combination of both being like my dad AND feeling sick all the time. Sigh. I actually really worry about becoming some sort of hermit. I see myself backing out of things because I am worried about not feeling well, or I am getting the premonition that I actually won't feel well. Pathetic, I know. It is some sort of psychosis. I really do my best though to get out and see our friends and do stuff. But it really does make me nervous. There is not a time when I am just like YAY, let's go out, and I don't think about how I might feel. Bleh.

Speaking of how I am feeling... yesterday sucked. Jon and I went to bed around midnight on Sat night after having a bunch of people over for kabobs and brats and wii. (Yes, I am still the Dreamstar.) I knew it was *that time*... and for once it actually crept up on me. I knew it was coming soon, but my chest was actually only hurting for like 4 or 5 days, as opposed to the normal week and a half to two weeks. (Sorry, don't mean to be graphic, those of you who are skiddish about female issues!) But yeah... I SWEAR they grow a cup size. I have not had the foresight to actually measure... Maybe I will try this time around. Its ridiculous. And when I have babies... holy cow. My chest is going to be enormous.

ANYWAY!

I was not feeling tip-top, but I think I played hostess well enough. Then Sat... ughhh...

Imagine this: you have a dream where you are in awful pain. Then you wake up.... AND YOU ARE. Not only did I sleep poorly, but I woke up feeling just as yucky as I did in the dream... AND it was only 7:15 in the morning. Fantastic. I took drugs right away, spent some quality time in the bathroom, and then read on the couch until around 10:30 or so when Jon woke up.

For the rest of Sun, I was pretty much borderline crying and fairly miserable. I skipped rehearsal, which I did not want to do. But I knew it was for the best. Blah.

Instead of staying at Jon's last night (his parents are gone til Wednesday!), I came home and got a good solid 11 hours of sleep. Got up this morning, feeling awful again, but finally my advil is kicking in, and as long as I keep that up every 4 hours, I should make it through today and tomorrow I will be feeling MUCH better.

I need to have children for medicinal purposes. Not that that would cause me to HAVE a child right now, I think everyone else being pregnant is fantastic... not my time yet. There are 4 of you "with child" right now, but who knows who you want to tell, so I will keep my mouth shut. Let's just say there will be some round bellies at our wedding. :)

I have also been thinking, recently, that maybe I should try birth control again. I keep seeing commercials for Yaz, which is a different type of hormone... and I wonder if that would keep me from being PSYCHOTIC while on it. Is now, 3 months before our wedding, the time to try hormones again? The last thing I want to do is go crazy this summer.... yet.... if it DID work.... it would be amazing. I dunno.



Let's see, what else....


I am not sure if I mentioned, but Jon booked our honeymoon. Maybe I did? I don't remember.

HERE it is.... VERY EXCITED!!! In Ocho Rios we are going to do the dolphin encounter and Dunn's River Falls. In Grand Caymen we will be doing the snorkel and kayak adventure. In Cozumel, we are probably going to do San Gervasio Mayan Ruins (the short excursion) and then hopefully a caverns tour. Or maybe we will just want to lay on the beach at that point, who knows. :)

We are going to SWIM WITH THE DOLPHINS though!!! I cannot tell you how much I am excited for that part. SO COOL!

I definitely think I am going to have to treat myself to an awesome camera before our wedding. Jon and I have both talked about getting a nice one for some time now. I am not sure what I would like to get, but we have so many fun activities coming up that I would really like to be able to capture accurately.... I think we deserve it. :)



By the way, today is our anniversary. Sort of. It goes a little something like this:
June 23rd, 1999 - Our first kiss, the day we consider to be the start of dating
June 23rd, 2003 - Our fourth anniversary, pretty much when we broke up
Fall/Winter, 2005 - We start talking again
Summer/Fall, 2006 - I try to convince Jon we should be back together, bc we essentially are
Mid-March, 2007 - We "officially" get back together
Feb 15th, 2008 - We get engaged
June 23rd, 2008 - Marks 9 years of being in love with each other?!??!

I am not sure that it could really count as our 9 year anniversary... I mean, it sort of IS, since the original date was the day we had our first kiss. Technically, you could say it is the 9 year anniversary of that.

It is strange to think that there were about 2 years in there when we were not part of each other's lives. I never liked that. Yet, it was necessary... and God has ways we do not always understand. It really was for the best, and we would not be in the awesome place we are now without all of that other experience, learning, and growing.



Also... something else hilarious... on our "theknot" page, Jon posted a picture of us which was right after graduation. We had dinner at Paige's house. We look fairly young in the pic... Well... you compare.

Then:



Now:





The scary part is that we look so much more alike NOW than we did then. For example... Jon and I went to the art museum maybe a year or two ago. We parked, and the guy who took our money (literally, because I think he was scamming, we are not sure that we had to pay for parking at all) asked us if we were brother and sister. Yikes.

Yassara had sent me a very cool article about how and why people who have good relationships start to look more alike as they get older. Interesting stuff. It has to do with empathy and discussion. When you speak with someone who you connect to emotionally, you unconsciously mirror their facial expression. It is so minute that you cannot actually SEE the face, most of the time, but your muscles tense in that position. Over time, as you both use those same muscles, your face is shaped in the same way. Plus, if you are married, or just in a long-term relationship, you are doing the same activities, eating the same food... your body is wearing the same way. Pretty cool, eh?

It is not like Jon and I looked totally foreign to each other back then... but I think we really DO look more alike now, which is a little trippy.


This is long enough I suppose, and you do not need to hear me blather on about this stuff.



On the agenda this week:

Master's Comps Questions. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............