Big Big Big News

Well this is interesting- While I was in New York over Christmas vacation at Renee's- I took a pregnancy test, and there were 2 lines. This confused me because on the directions it clearly stated that 2 lines meant one was pregnant. One was stumped. Not that it could've been impossible because I am a healthy and functional 24 year old, dispite the diabetes. Bottom Line- Pregnant. So this is a good thing... Since the 1st of January I have quit smoking, and have upped my usual dose of mood swings 75% blaming it solely on the pregnancy. Quitting smoking was unbearable. GUT WRENCHING to say the least. I was not ready to quit. I do know it is a wonderful thing and that there are so many benefits to quitting and none from smoking.bla bla bla. and that it is just plain stupid, but I sincerely enjoyed my cigarettes- I felt so melancholy and artistic when I smoked, and it gave me something to do besides bite my nails. They were an emotional crutch, and a hobby, a friend and a 6 minute thrill of entertainment to my hands and mouth. I bid them farewell. I will never go back. Tonight after dinner there was some people smoking outside the restaurant and it actually smelled bad. I wasn't sure if I was being a traitor or just realizing that smoking was not my friend... those cigarettes hadn't missed me, and I wasn't letting anyone down except maybe the guy who designs coffins. We move Tuesday for good... the house is fabulous and Terry (my sister) gave me a bunch of furniture and a full nursery for our new life. I am grateful. I am grateful to be healthy (as much as I can be)... I pray my baby is safe and healthy and happy. I am grateful that I have a wonderful man to be by my side FOREVER. I hope tomorrow is brighter and that I can pull my emotions together and be more peaceful, for Nicks sake. I am so grateful for the great life I have. Also I got a Saab. I returned the beast from hell that ran through a full tank in 4 days (isuzu ascender, dont get it) and got a saab who's fuel gage has not moved from full since I bought it. (Did I just refer to the car as a "who"??)
Nick and I have to go pick Zoe up at a bar- I don't wanna be home alone.

Suprise Party!

This man is seriously wonderful. 9:00 pm rolls around and people start showing up at my house, I was already suspicious because he was cleaning yesterday which seemed particularly odd. I also had an insane stomach bug that made me feel pregnant all day and my walk to publix consisted of stopping every 3 minutes and shouting claims of my puking ability. charming I know. But I dyed my happy hair pink and got ready by 9:00 pm as requested. The people showed up, beer was drank, pizza was eaten, laughs were had, and I was sick. But I took it like a champ I must admit. My pathetic attempt to drink beer only ended up with me napping upstairs until the party subsided and people started coming upstairs to hug me goodbye saying they had other obligations (I dont blame them, they were doing the equivalent of getting drunk after a funeral... and were probably not sure if they should be enjoying themselves with a sick birthday girl) .. I HOWEVER WAS THRILLED at the fact that people cared enough to show up. I don't have ANY friends since moving to GA in May... except Nicks sister (who is a serious bad ass) and a few of nicks friend who I have claimed as my own. All in all, I was grateful and flattered. Did I mention Nick is graduating in 6 days? I am so proud of him... then it is off to real life for him. We will be moving in Jan to where he accepted job... I am scared, time to make friends all over again. Where do you find friends? Do you place a personal ad in the paper? Do you start attending strange groups? Do you go out to bars and fabricate false friendships over shots? I really have to figure this thing out.

Introduction

Hello Everyone! My blog is going to be all about my ridiculous daily adventures, the crazy things that happen on a day to day basis, my personal favorite products as I discover them... And exclusive personal details in my life that can only be found on my blog.
I live in a loft in the Virginia Highlands of Atlanta with my wonderful Guy who we will call the Big Man Guy. He is so sexy and wonderful and before him I did not know what real love was. I have a completely psychotic cat names Mona, who likes to try and surf down the railing of the stairs and shows her undying love and affection by biting me. I am an aspiring actress, however the first paying role I got, I could not keep due to the fact that I am moving in January. Boo Hoo. The Christmas tree is up and is my pride and joy. After 3 years of hideous trees (which friends will confirm) I finally have the tree of my dreams. I am about to dye a chunk of my hair hot pink since I am going out tonight to celebrate my birthday and it just seemed like the thing to do. Pray for me.