YAY
- I had a great birthday! I took the night off from both jobs, and had a nice kinda restful time. "Kinda" is what I'll explain in a minute. I ended up getting about 2 hours of sleep on Monday, which was my official birthday. I got home from work around 7am and slept until 9, then hopped in the shower. Then I took Michelle to Albertsons since she just HAD to use the Coinstar and turn her change into cash. Then I got back to my parents' house and my Uncle Jim C. was there with a card from him and Aunt Brenda, with $10 (YAY). The only thing is he's kinda longwinded, which apparently is genetic. So we didn't even get to the Stoneridge Mall until about 11:30. Oh yeah, it was just me and my mom doing bday shopping, Michelle stayed home with my dad thankfully. First thing we did at the mall was getting my hair trimmed. This took about 30 minutes, but I didn't care. Then we traversed the lower level of the mall, and I got a cute Batman shirt at Anchor Blue. My mom wanted to look at Pottery Barn since Martha Stewart shops there, then we looked at the prices and my mom started saying "Good lord, what the hell? " really loudly so I decided it was a good time to go to lunch at that point. We had lunch at the Cheesecake Factory and it was FANTASTIC!!! My mom told the waitress it was my bday, so they put a candle on my Dulce De Leche cheesecake and like 6 of em plus like half the resturaunt sang to me. Fortunately I didn't have my camera (my mom doesn't know how to use it anyway) so no pics of that. I took a pic of the cheesecake with my phone, but haven't loaded it on photobucket yet. In fact I didn't load any pics from yesterday yet, I've been too lazy. After lunch we went back inside and attacked the upper level of the mall. I got more lotion from Bath and Body Works, and a cute outfit at Torrid, thanks to my mom and the giftcard Cathy gave me. After we left the mall, I tried to find Target in Dublin but I had no luck, guess I'm geographically challenged. We drove back to San Leandro and went to Target there. My mom got me a super duper George Foreman grill, the one with the temperature gauge and timer on it, with room to cook 4 burgers at once (I prefer chicken). I used a giftcard Davina gave me to get a new mattress pad, and some makeup. By the time I got Mom home and lugged my new wares inside, I had time to nap for an hour before going to dinner with the gang. I was kinda stupid and bought some Mad Croc gum and chewed a little on the way to dinner. One piece is like half a cup of coffee, according to the packaging. All it did was make me feel weird the whole evening. We went to Claimjumpers in Fremont, and oh my god their portions are HUGE. I drank a Mai-Tai with like 3 different shots of rum in it, and ate some chicken pieces as an appetizer. Dinner was a cobb salad with no blue cheese, because that stuff is nasty. I didn't eat much at all, and drank like 3/4 of my MaiTai. I did get some ice cream with a candle in it for dessert, and everyone sang to me once again. Pics and maybe a video will be surfacing on my next blog, I promise. When I went home I had a rum/diet coke on top of everything else. Then I slept 11 hours straight, I needed it.
- Okay here's what sucks. Went to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon. I'm getting blood work done on Friday morning, full metabolic panel, thryoid, blah blah blah. So I can't eat after midnight that morning. Poo. We want to see what the heck is goin on with my body. Oh and, I have hypertension, well the beginning stages of it. High blood pressure. I have another appointment in a month, and we're gonna see if it's lower. I'm hoping this was due to my excessive drinking/partying the night before. But the doc gave me precautions and I think for my health I should start following them. Only one diet soda a day, and no coffee unless it's decaf. No more drinking, period. More exercise (well I'll up my program an extra 10 min a day). I'm watching my salt intake. I still have way too much junk food being shoved in my face due to my birthday leftovers, but I'm eating in moderation. When I come back to work and there's a pan of brownies with my name on it, literally, that's bad. When my boss sends me a memo to tell me there's brownies in case I somehow missed them, that's bad. When he adds that he's bringing homemade cookies, even worse. Help me God, please. Oh yeah my Doc wants me to try to lose 5 more lbs. Hahahahaha!!! Happy birthday to me, huh?
