Posted By Kristabella on April 25, 2011
First off, thank you all for your awesome comments on my last post! It is comments like those that make me think twice when reaching for something bad to shove in my face. It helps to get the encouragement from others to push you through. I’m doing this thing on my own for the most part, so my support is from all my friends inside and outside the computer. And as anyone who has ever been on a diet knows, it’s a long road and encouragement is exactly what we/I need to push me the extra bit when I just want to give up.
The side-by-side photo was an afterthought. I wrote the post not planning to put a photo in. But because I was a little discouraged and knew I had the “before” photo from the Biggest Blogging Loser contest, I figured it would help me to see the change, right in front of my face. And between seeing that, and you all commenting that you saw it too, it was awesome and made me remember all the progress I have made, even if I’m still in the same size pants. And made me put down the burrito the size of my head.
So did everyone have a lovely holiday weekend? I’m just going to leave it at that, since that covers Easter and Passover. Which, speaking of, I celebrated both!
These past two weekends were two busy weekend and ones I was fretting just a bit.
Last weekend was The Weekend of Bridal Showers, with my friend Jayme’s on Saturday (which led to too much drinking and me missing the bachelorette party because I thought I could take a 10 minute “cat nap” after 7 hours of drinking and actually get up), and my cousin Jaime’s on Sunday. It was a long weekend, but I was glad I could help both ladies celebrate their upcoming nuptials.
This past weekend was The Weekend of Religious Things and Lots of Driving. It started when I drove up Friday evening to Milwaukee to visit my second family, the Martells. I had a small window available to go visit them while they were in Wisconsin for Passover, so I made sure to fit them in. And it was worth every single second. I hadn’t seen them since I was up to Toronto in October and man, I really miss all of them so, so much. I pretty much vowed that I can’t go that many months in between seeing them anymore.
I spent the night and then on Saturday afternoon, I drove down to my sister’s house, because my oldest nephew, Tommy, was getting baptized and making his First Communion at the Easter Vigil mass on Saturday night. And I’m lucky enough to be his Godmother. (It’s interesting that people keep making me the Godmother to their children when I never go to church and when I do, I end up talking to Skyler about stinky feet and making Shrek jokes whenever someone says Donkey.) (No, really.)
The mass was loooooong and it involved eight different readings and standing at the front of the church through the longest church song ever while Tommy was getting ready to be baptized. But then Tommy was dunked in a tub of water, and the priest made sure to give him the full treatment and he was soaked. So that was kind of worth it.
Sunday was Easter. I actually got to sleep in a bit, since because I went to a three-hour mass on Saturday night (getting home at midnight), I didn’t have to go to church on Sunday. I had two dishes to make to bring to my aunt’s house, and they were easy peasy, so it was a relaxing morning.
My Easter time with my family was short, because I had to leave early because this girl offered me a ticket to Game 6 of the NHL Playoffs between the Blackhawks and Canucks! WOO HOO!!
And let me tell you, Jesus is a Hawks fan, clearly, since on his big day, he let me witness one of the most exciting hockey games ever! And I got to see it all in person, and this was my view!
This was the first time I had been to a playoff game, in the stands, for one of my teams. I’ve never been to a Cubs playoff game. I’ve never been to a Bulls playoff game. I worked one of the Bears playoff games a few years ago, but was underneath the stadium, so it didn’t count. I’ve been to playoff games for baseball and football before, but never for MY teams. I obviously always watch the games on TV, in a bar or wherever. And last year I was in a bar with 100 other Hawks fans (and then subsequently out on the street celebrating with thousands more) when they won the Stanley Cup. That was pretty damn exciting. But Sunday night’s game was by far the most exciting sporting event I’ve ever witnessed in person, in the stands!
It was a nail-biter for sure. Or, towel biter if you’re me:
But the game-winning goal in overtime, with just a few minutes left to play, in the net right in front of us, was AMAZING! It was so fucking exciting! I think I picked DJ up and tossed her in the air like confetti! I was this close to hugging the guy next to me! And I don’t think he would have minded! IT WAS JUST THAT AWESOME!!!
So not only did I get home later than expected, I was completely wired and unable to go to sleep. I finally forced myself into bed after midnight. It was a long, long weekend.
But I wouldn’t have changed any single thing about it. This kind of tired is the BEST kind of tired.