Our Married Life

So today we had our company Thanksgiving potluck. I brought three different things. Cheese cookies, which is a savory cookie made with cheddar cheese, speaking of which I need to get more cheese so I can make them for Brian’s potluck tomorrow. I also brought italian meatballs, and pumpkin pasta. Everyone likes it despite what Brian thinks of my pumpkin pasta. I should send it with him tomorrow. Anyway, I’m tired. Got home at 8:30 last night, cooked and didn’t sleep well last night.

I’m ready to go home.

These pictures are from Julie’s camera….

Say hello to Mr. Henrick. ok we don’t really have a name for it. But this is my brand new car! It’s a 2006 VW Passat. :-D We got it this weekend. We’ve been talking about getting one for several months but because of the wedding and everything else, it wasn’t quite the right time. BUT, since the 2007 models were coming up and there were only 2 brand new 2006’s left on the lot we had to get it and strike a deal. This isn’t the actual car since the pictures I took were in the dark, but that’s my car and color…

I know it’s silly to be celebrating a 2 month anniversary, but with everything going on, it’s nice to know we’ve been married for 2 whole months already. The time sure has flown by.

Seriously, I bet there are more patients who get sick from staying the hospitals but absolutely nothing gets done on a timely basis. My dad checked into the hospital at 2am into the emergency on a Friday night. He did not get to see a doctor until 2pm the next day. Secondly they wanted to keep him there until they completed some tests (sonograms), and of course he had to wait until Monday to get it done. I guess the labs closes on Sunday…what if it was life threatening??

Then I get a call today saying he can go home in 45 minutes. I drive over there during my lunch break, expecting to just pick him up, but of course the nurses have NO clue if he’s even been signed off on or if the doctor has seen him that day. I SPOKE TO THE DOCTOR ON THE PHONE MYSELF!!!! They told me to just come back after work because they can’t get their acts together. I just want this to be over with, and yes I’ve been bitter about it, not because I have to take care of my parents, but because I AM THE ONLY ONE responsible enough to do so, since my siblings are useless. Granted, they live thousands of miles away, but seriously, if they really cared, one of them would fly down. I’m pretty sure that they’re glad they’re not stuck with that responsibility.

Anyway, I just want my life back. I want to be able to just go home, cook, work on stuff and spend time with my husband and dog.