So I had surgery on Thursday to be rid of my lumpiness. Not a big deal, although my mother will argue with me. It all went really well. I was knocked out. Everyone at the hospital was really nice and it only lasted about an hour. I pretty much slept all day and felt fine afterwards. You can't punch me in the boob for a while as that would really hurt, but all in all I'm doing just fine.

The next day was good too. I slept in. Got the pain medication. Spent some time at Starbucks, went to a movie, had dinner with mom and felt fine and then yesterday I went to work.

Before leaving for work I took one of my pain pills. I said bye to mom and then I stopped at Blenders before making my way to The Ranch. I was talking with my boss, catching up with what had gone on while I was out the past couple of days when I started feeling loopy. I didn't know what to make of it. I thought I was going crazy. I grabbed a bagel to help settle my stomach but I felt like every bite I took was going to make its way back out. I thought I would feel better if I just waited a little while, but it just kept getting worse. My poor boss was like are you ok? Do you want to go home? I wasn't ok and I did want to go home but there was no way I could drive feeling loopy and close to passing out.

I basically ended up running to the bathroom twice before Michael put his foot down and drove me home. I got home, screamed for my mommy, puked in the bathroom and passed out for five hours. I seriously felt like I was on some illegal substance and not a mild pain killer that my doctor prescribed. I'm always sensitve to medication but this was a little ridiculous and a little embarassing. But now that I've shared it with the entire world it is less embarassing really....Or maybe I've just become immune to my embarrassing moments....No still embarrassing but at least I can share the absurdity.

On a brighter note we saw The World Peace Leaders last night and they were again fun times. Apparently it was their last show though...sigh. Who knows when we will see them again....woe is me.

Worstie was in town again this weekend which meant that I spent as much time as possible with at least 3 people between us so that I did not have to notice any of his stupid comments. However I still managed to catch a one or two:

1. That girl has more cheese on her than a diary farm....wait I didn't say that right. (Yep he said all of that and out loud too.)
2. Oh my god it's the guy! the guy that drank us under the table at this place where it's all you can drink. Have you been there? You didn't get any beads....(the bead comment was said after he noticed that I didn't get any mardi gras beads that the guy was handing out. I won't tell you what he had to do to get those beads...better left unsaid.)

So that has been my past couple of days. Surgery, hanging out, taking perscription drugs that I cannot handle, making an idiot out of myself, passing out, seeing the World Peace Leaders and avoiding drunks on Mardi Gras Weekend.

Good times good times. I think a better time would be hibernating for a while. Me under a fort of blankets with lots of books and hours of TV. This will be cheaper and keep me from continually embarrassing myself in front of people I call friends and co workers and what with the new HBO season starting soon I won't want to go anywhere else. Yea for Tony Soprano. His problems are at least bigger than mine.

It has been a weird two weeks and I have been mostly in a bad mood. And for no real reason. Well Boo is missing and the whole surgery thing, but that is not enough for this apathetic cloud I'm floating on. I'm annoying myself but I don't know how to snap out of it.

I think I need to move out of my house. Since the Boo incident I have been highly annoyed with my housemates even though I never see them. I think I'm just ready to live on my own. I can't do this until July however as I feel it would be extremely mean to give my housemates 30 days notice.

I'm also freaking out about work. I'm moving over to Sales and events. My new title being Sales and Special Events Coordinator. Basically any event that has to do with a guest staying at the hotel will be handled by me. I'm excited by this change as I have been frustrated with my position lately at the Front Desk, but I also freak out about change and a lot of things to do with this position are up in the air until we come up with policies and the resaurant reopens. Basically there will be a huge learning curve, I have no idea what I will be doing at first and I'm sure to mess up.

I think change is my main problem. I'm changing jobs March 1st and I see a change in housing in the near future with no idea on where I will be going or how I will afford the rent increase.

But on the brighter side Michele, Kristen and possibly Long Hai and Sean are coming to visit this weekend. so YEA! I'm also hoping to go see Skippy and the World Peace Leaders tomorrow if I can convince some people to go with me. Woo-hoo.

So it's been a pretty crappy week. Boo is still missing and I don't really have much hope of him showing up. I also went to the doctor yesterday and I have to have surgery as apparently I am lumpy. Nothing serious they just want to double check that everything is ok, but surgery. Going under. Not good times.

So I've been really depressed all week. Yesterday at work Courtney asked me to go to dinner with her to try and cheer me up. Well I didn't want to stay at home as it is only a reminder that Boo is not there so I suggested that we go to the Brewhouse as I had never eaten there. Best choice of the entire night.

After about an hour a band started to play and it was the most fantastic thing I have ever stumbled across by mistake. They are called Skippy and the World Peace Leaders. I immediatly text messaged my sister as they opened with a Miami Sound Machine Song. I continued to text message Ady every time they played a new song as it was unthinkable that she was not there to experience the joy of this band and the non stop laughter they caused.

A few of the artists covered in their set included Wilson Philips, TLC, a song from Mary Poppins, Mariah Carey, Neil Diamond, Nine Inch Nails with a change in the lyrics to Closer which resulted in "I want to hug you like a santa claus" and Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid.

Last night was a fan-freaking-tastic night which has snapped me out of my bad mood. Thank you Skippy and the World Peace Leaders and Ms. Courtney. I may have to go and see the band again next week. hee hee. If anyone wanted to listen to what they hell I'm talking about and confirm that I'm crazy the link above has a few downloads of their songs. Good times good times.

I think someone has stolen my cat. I always said he had no fear and it would get him into trouble. When I left for the bay area on Wednesday I saw Boo in the morning. I was supposed to take him to the vet that afternoon but apparently my roommates can't read and someone let him out before I got home. No big deal I thought, I could take him when I got back.

I came home on Sunday and he was no where to be found. It was the middle of the afternoon and I figured he was out and about playing as he is known to do. I went to the Superbowl Party and had a good time yelling for the Seahawks to annoy the Stealers fans at the party. I came home and Boo was still missing.

Apparently neither of my roommates have seen him since Thursday. Does anyone else think that's odd? Shouldn't someone have called to let me know he was missing? Either way I haven't seen him since I got home. I called the shelter and there are no new black cats. I didn't get a call from animal services saying he was dead and he does have a collar with my number on it.

I think one of the neighbors has decided to keep him. He's always wandering into people's homes. HE HAS NO FEAR. I got a call from a great neighbor just last week letting me know that he walked into their house and did I want to come pick him up. Krista calls him a Man Whore as she saw him walking from house to house while she was here last week.

I mean this is how I got him. He wandered away and showed up at The Ranch and I didn't even know if I wanted him, but now.....I've gotten used to him. He's a big cuddle bug. He sleeps with me every night. He gives me someone to yell at when he's bugging kitten. He greets me when I walk in the door from work. He's my Boo.

Walking into the house the past to days is depressing. Every noise I hear I think is him coming home. Kitten comes in from outside as if to mock me. If I didn't know better I would think she got rid of him. He wiggled his way into my life shortly after Ribbon died when I didn't even want a cat and now that I started really thinking of him as mine he's disappeared. I guess I would like to think that one of my neighbors is being a jackass because the thought that he is hurt and scared or even worse is too upsetting.

I'm making lost signs today and putting an ad in the paper. Here's hoping my little Boosers shows up soon.

So I finally, with Michele's help, managed to get my New Zealand pictures on cementhorizon. For those of you who thought there were not enough pictures of Michele from the trip you will be pleased.