I love my Chiropractor

So I know my last post was quite...real. Unfortunately, frustration and sadness is a part of life and we all have to deal with those feelings sometimes.
After my pity party, I woke up with my back locked up on Monday. Always a welcome surprise! (This is usually why I try to keep my feelings in check.)
I've had a bad back since I was 17 and unfortunately stress doesn't do it any good. But if back problems are the worst thing I have to deal with, then I think I'm pretty lucky. And yes, I would probably say that on even my most painful days (please notice that I did say probably.) It's really the people who have to deal with me on those days that I feel sorry for. :o)
Anyway, I made an "emergency" trip to my trusted chiro yesterday and after getting a small lecture for not seeing him for 3 months, he got my bones back where they need to be and now I'm sore, but at least on the mend with clearance to hit the treadmill tomorrow before I go see him again. YEAH!! It's seriously amazing what a trip to the chiropractor can do.
I never would've thought I'd be happy to work out but I have to admit, I actually enjoy the treadmill. I've kinda missed it this week. (No, you did not just hallucinate. I actually said I missed the treadmill.)
Anyway, I'm gonna retire for the night but I thought a slightly more "upbeat" post was necessary after my last one. I hope ya'll are having a fabulous week.

Sometimes it's okay to cry

I had pity party 2010 on Saturday. And there was nothing pretty about it. But it helped...a lot. I sat on my living room floor and cried and cried until I was exhausted. A very pathetic sight I'm sure.
It was a gorgeous day and shockingly enough, I didn't want to be on a patio. I was quite okay with being holed up in my apartment with my dog and Sex and the City DVDs. That sounds pathetic but sometimes you just need those days, you know?
I spent most of the afternoon being alone and sad. And when I had enough of that, I called a bestie, Jana and my sister, Lauren.
After both conversations I was just tired. But they each told me I needed to get out of my head and do something with myself so I met up with my friends Ashley and Price for a couple drinks. I have to say, it was nice to distract myself for a couple hours.
Sunday was better. I met my friend Tracy for brunch, rehashed my pathetic Saturday and then came home and took a very long nap.
A lot of people think crying is a useless emotion and sometimes it is. But sometimes it's exactly what you need to do to move forward. And if it makes you feel better, then what's the harm?? I was raised to focus on the good in my life, not the bad. I'm blessed and I know it. If I don't want other people to feel sorry for me, then I shouldn't feel sorry for me either. All that being said, sometimes a personal adult pity party is all it takes to get back on track. Ladies and gents, I am living proof of this.
For those wondering, nothing bad happened. This whole debacle had to do with the no job thing. I woke up on Friday with a second interview scheduled for today with an amazing company. I was picking out my outfit for the interview when they called to reschedule. As I'm on the phone with them, the company I interviewed with when I had bronchitis and coughed all over the VP called me. Why? I don't know. They have yet to return any of my calls. Extremely frustrating but my Dad tells me a phone call is a good thing. This whole process is just mean. It's emotional, it's exhausting and people tell you things you want to hear even when they're not true. It's like a bad relationship.

Why do they call them wisdom teeth??

This morning I took my friend Oliver to get his wisdom teeth out. The poor guy had to have 3 teeth removed and needless to say, was not looking forward to this procedure at all. :o(
2 hours, 3 written prescriptions in hand and a pamphlet of instructions later, the nurse helped him walk (stumble) out the door. Is it wrong if I wanted to ask the dentist for whatever was in the IV?? I'm kidding, of course...kinda. :o)
Ollie wasn't feeling much of anything when he was done so I drove him to Walgreens to get his prescriptions filled and this people, is where I almost lost him. That's right...I almost lost a 37 year old man who had an ice packed wrapped to his face. I literally went to get an ice pack for his freezer (clearly Ollie doesn't suffer from the same clumsiness I do and didn't have any ice packs on hand at his house...where as I have 4 in my freezer ready to go for whatever injury I may suffer from next.) Anyway, I was gone for 2 minutes...came back to the pharmacy area and he was gone. ????? Where on earth did a legally drugged, numb man wanna go?? Liquor aisle...not there. Medicine aisle...not there. Magazine aisle??? Maybe??? Not there.
I found him in the food isle. This is why men and women are from different planets. A woman wouldn't dream of food after getting her wisdom teeth out. Ha, in my eyes this is the best diet on the planet!! But a man? Nope...he wants food. Doesn't matter that he has a mouth so full of cotton that he can't even speak English. He still wants food!!! The doctor said only cold foods today so I promised Ollie a milkshake at McDonalds and his eyes lit up like a 5 year old child who just discovered a new favorite toy. HILARIOUS!!
Anyway, by the time I pulled up to his place, he was much more coherent so I gave him strict instructions to sleep, take his medication as directed and only eat cold foods. Hopefully he listened to me at least once! Anyway, in honor of my morning, I wanted to post this YouTube video I saw on Ellen. Downright hilarious. ENJOY!!

Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Whitey Nelson!!!

Lesli and Whitey are married! YEAH!!!! (This will be a picture heavy post, just fyi...)
I call Lesli my soulmate friend. She and I were born in the same hospital many years ago but met in '04 when we both interned at Nordstrom. I joke that we were destined to be friends since we were both born at Oshner and I'd never known anyone from the New Orleans area, let alone anyone born in the same vicinity! Les and I are two peas in a pod and we take great pride in the fact that people always ask us if we're sisters. :o)
Whitey is the brother I never had. He has always treated me like a friend, instead of his girlfriend's (now wife's) friend and that always meant a lot to me. He treats Les like a queen and has definitely set the bar high as to what I should look for in a relationship and how I should be treated. He's an absolutely amazing person and he and Les are perfect for each other!
Wedding weekend was absolutely perfect, despite the rain that thankfully started after the ceremony did. But rain is good luck on your wedding day and we were inside so all was good in wedding world. :o)
We had an unexpected party on Friday after the rehearsal dinner at the Westin Bar where a "couple of drinks" turned into the bride pouring shots, taking shots and well...ending the night on the elevator floor where she threw olives at people...thankfully people she knew, ha! It's always the unexpected parties that are the best ones, right??









Kristi and I at the rehearsal. Kristi is Les' sister and I swear she and I are the same person in different bodies.













The 6 pack are best friends from high school. How gorgeous are they??











Kristi and I giving our roasts, er, toasts. :o)












This is where the trouble began, ha!












It's only true love if you take shots together. :o)










We got Momma Istre behind the bar!










Nordy Intern Crew (minus Miller.)





















Gorgeous Bride in the Church's Bridal Room










My sisters came in for the Wedding :o)








Our Crew :o)








More of the Crew!