This weekend has been pretty awesome so far. Shawn and I stayed up late together last night after having a not-so-good time at Outback Steakhouse. We spent most of the night cutting up and goofing off. Today we spent a lot of time outside with the dogs. It was one of the prettiest days we’ve had in a long time and for some reason the dogs were pretty much wired. I’m sure you’re probably sick of seeing them, but they’ve been loving the camera lately. Normally they try their best to avoid it.

In early April I decided to go on the birth control pill because Shawn and I are so not fond of the idea of having kids anytime soon. I’ve been on the pill before and while I remember it making me a little wonky in the head, it didn’t seem to interfere with my daily life or any of my relationships. I explained to my doctor that I wanted to be on one that would be least likely to make me crazy, so she put me on Yaz.

I’ve been taking it for a little over a month now and I must say I will not continue. Shawn and I were arguing sooo much because I was way too sensitive about absolutely everything. I am a sensitive person but I am also tough. I don’t normally cry the second someone looks at me wrong. Being on this crap makes me feel like shit about life when things are better than they’ve ever been.

I hate it that I can’t stick with the pill but it just isn’t worth it to me. There are other options for this sort of thing, ones that won’t have me crying and not knowing why or fighting with my boyfriend because I’m in the most rotten mood ever.

This picture brings me endless amounts of happy. Don’t lie, it does the same to you.

I rarely to never mention my job. I may bitch about work (it’s the act of having to work, not my actual job) but I am sooo grateful to be able to do the what I do. It is involved in the Country Music industry so I am constantly meeting artists. I’ve never had much of an interest in popular country so most of the time I’m not phased… most of the people that come in to perform for us I’ve never heard of aside from designing an ad or two for. Usually they’re just starting off, sometimes they get big and sometimes they do not. The most popular artists I’ve met are Kenny Chesney, the Rascal Flatts, Jewel and (my favorite) Dwight Yoakam.

We’ve been SLAMMED for the past few days. Our quarterly magazine will be out next month so we’re all busting our asses to meet Thursday’s deadline. Today was one of those days where I barely had a minute to breathe, and worked up until 6 with no downtime at all. As I came off the elevator and into the parking garage I saw that the car next to me was backed into their space, it was a Lexus SUV type thing, and it’s owner had both doors wide open so that there was no way I could even think about getting into my car.

So being the shy little thing I am I just stood by the rear-end of my Beetle and started twittering because OH MY GOD I’d just had the most hectic day and all I wanted to do was drive home but this PERSON was keeping me from even getting in my car. I was cursing him while he dug around in his backseats, FUCK THIS GUY, I thought WTF IS HIS PROBLEM? LET ME IN MY CAR, DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!

He finally finishes digging through his back seat, turns around, notices me and says, “Oh! I’m sorry!” At that moment, I realize that I’ve just been standing there cursing Billy Ray Cyrus.

Somehow, I manage to blurt out “OH, you’re fine!” and hop in my car.

I know we’ve all cursed Billy Ray a time or two, but how many of you can say you did it while he was standing RIGHT in front of you?

Wooo, hey blog. I missed you. I’m sorry I’ve abandoned you for my NINTENDO WII.

Mmmhmm, you read right, I bought one sometime in the past week along with a 32″ LG flatscreen TV (that Shawn ever so graciously mounted on the wall) so we’ve been watching a whole lot of TV and playing even more video games.

I swear the result of having both has turned me and Shawn into a bunch of LAZY ASSES, hadn’t grocery shopped in a week… or CLEANED. I swear we’ve eaten out more in the past five days than we have since we’ve been together.

Today ended the madness, though, and we decided it was time to clean the house for reals and even go buy some groceries. We rearranged furniture and all sorts of stuff, the house is much happier… although the laundry situation is still a situation, but I’m doing a load big enough to get me through a few days of work. Me and my laziness have such a love/hate relationship.

I’m sure you’ll all be happy to hear that my chin rash/”herpes” (according to Jen)/hickey is long gone, and in it’s place is a nice painful knot on my eyebrow. I think I might be a hypochondriac but I don’t do it on purpose, it’s just that something is always wrong with me… ahhah. Shawn referrs to it as being “broke down.”

Tuesday I will celebrate 3 weeks of no smoking and I’m having a hard time believing it’s already been that long. I won’t lie and say that I don’t miss it because there are certainly times when I really feel like having a cigarette but at the same time, I feel better physically…. which makes it feel worth it.

Okay, no more rambles. I have chicken pot pie to make; I wanted to update cause it’s been a while. love love.

Sometime in late February or early March, some rash showed up on my belly. It was quite strange, I remember the day I filed my taxes was the day that it became unbearable and I finally had to tell Shawn. This shit was not going away and it was scary. It was a Thursday and I’m surprised I can’t remember when exactly it was, but I cried. And cried. And told Shawn I didn’t know what was wrong with me, really you guys, it was SO BAD. Probably the worst thing I’ve ever come down with…

So that Thursday I filed my taxes and came home and the rash slowly became more and more painfully itchy and I thought I was coming down with a flesh-eating disease. The next morning it had spread to my back, my poor body was like the meat on a rash bread sandwich.

Are you grossed out yet?

I high tailed it to the doctor that morning and he informed me that I was either experiencing an allergic reaction or a Staph infection. I got a shot and some antibiotics and I was sure it was Staph because I’ve never been allergic to anything. I spent that weekend laid up on the couch and miserable… MISERABLE. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced such a thing but it was horrific. Two weeks later I was done with my antibiotics and the itch was gone. My skin was still pretty rough and scaly but by April everything was back to normal.

Well well well, guess what! I was getting in the shower today and when I pulled down my hair I noticed this weird spot on my chin. It looks just like a hickey but it’s not, because the first thing I did was run to ask Shawn if he gave me a hickey… under my chin??

At first I thought it didn’t burn or itch and wondered if I was imagining things to think it did, but a few hours after discovering it I believe it does indeed burn a bit and I’m just wondering what the fuck is it now?! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WRONG WITH MY CHIN?