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Why is it that when you’re planning on getting married you can’t find a sheikh to do it? Why is it that they don’t have voicemails so that we can leave messages? How are you supposed to ever get ahold of them? Why do I have to worry about this crap? I don’t know.

What do I know?

I know that I am frustrated. I have cooked and cleaned like no tomorrow, to calm my nerves. I can barely eat because my stomach is nervous-upset. The first time I got married was in January and I got strep throat a week later. It is almost June, a coworker/friend has strep throat. I am worried that I’m going to get it. It’s tweaking me out!

Tweak, tweak, tweak!!!!!!

Sunday was a blast! My step-dad called on Saturday to ask if I wanted to come up. They were going to buy either croquet or bocce ball, and then he was going to cook on the grill. We came together as an entire family. My sister hadn’t been to my parents house since the end of December, she’s been doing really well lately. I can only hope she keeps it up. She’s been working for almost a year now, and just got a promotion. InshaAllah I pray she will not lapse.

My parents got bocce ball and we played. Not to the precise rules or anything, but it was awesome. We had a blast! I think we played for about 2 hours. Dinner was amazing, simple, but amazing. My little bro was not his sulky teenage self. We really need to do stuff like that more often. I cherish my family and I think this is one day I will remember for the rest of my life.

I started yesterday by going to the shopping area near my house. My friend even joined me after a while. I was looking for things at many different stores. Just looking for now, but getting ideas. Okay I did get some shoes, they were very inexpensive, and super cute. Of course they are for the “Big Day” that I’m preparing for.

Thursday, May 31st.

I’m pretty excited…. and nervous, let’s not forget nervous. InshaAllah it’s all going to be fine, just fine.

This work week has finally come to an end. It’s been miserable, today was no exception. We had problems again today. It looked as though we wouldn’t get the work done that we needed to in order to have tomorrow off. Somehow we pulled it off. I will not be going to that dreaded place tomorrow. Alhamdulilah. Four days of relaxation. I’m not doing anything, anything.

Haaaaaaaah… my sigh of relief.

Let me tell you, there is nothing quite like 2:30 in the afternoon on a weekday. That’s quitting time at work. I usually bust outta that place like gangbusters. Only as I was rushing towards my locker the tornado sirens went off. Yay! I enjoyed standing in the hallway with 200 other people for 40 minutes while we waited for the warning to lift. It got hot in that hallway. The only other time I’ve been stuck with a tornado warning was on second shift. There aren’t any office people then. It’s only about 10 to 15 people in the hall.

Finally freedom was declared and I booked towards the door only to see the parking lot was pretty flooded. I managed to finagle my way to my car without getting too wet.

I wonder what will go wrong tomorrow at work… every day this week it’s been something.

Hmmm… it’s been “whatever can go wrong will go wrong” this week…. I’m surprised the tornado didn’t hit the building.

So there was a small fire in the building I work in last night. So this morning we were corralled into a meeting. There was flooding in one half the building. The people working in those areas won’t be working for the rest of the week. We have to work, but will be out of work by Friday. I like paid time off.

I got home from work this afternoon and started crying. I’m emotional right now. My tears stopped as I was surprised by these little green beauties. I opened the screen door to get a breeze as tears fell. I glanced at the hanging basket and saw little greenies! Why cry? What’s the point in tears today? I actually started growing something. It’s spring, the time of renewal and life. My life is certainly changing. InshaAllah it is for the better. It is my spring, my new beginning.

My co-worker, Marzipan, was telling me a story this past week. Her son was having a problem with his eye. His eye hurt and then eventually kept watering. He had to go into the emergency opthamologist’s office last Saturday. An eyelash grew from the other side of his eyelid, on the inside!!!!!! It grew into his eye! I guess it’s a very rare occurance, but I don’t care. I’m now afraid of it. He had to have laser surgery to get the eyelash out. He’s fine and everything. Now every time it feels like something is irritating one of my eyes (which is often because my allergies are bad) I imagine that there is an eyelash growing on the opposite side of my eyelid. And I’m not one of those kids that used to flip their eyelids over as a child (yuck), so I’m scared to check.

Can anything else go wrong?

I know I shouldn’t ask because I don’t really want the answer.

My friend gave me her old entertainment center because it’s better than the one I have. We moved it on our own, and accidentally broke pieces off of it as we went. It’s fixable and still better than the one I have. Do I wish I had never gotten the entertainment center? Pretty much.

I went to move the TV from the old center into the new one. The cable pulled out of the back of the TV, and pulled out a chunk that belonged in the TV too. So, I broke the TV. My living room was in complete disarray, and I was upset. I left what I was doing and went to bed. I went to work the next day (work is a whole other irritation that I won’t even talk about) and tried to forget about my stupidity.

When I got home from work I decided to put everything back in its place. My living room was now back to semi-normalcy. I went to move some things around in my room, dropped, and broke my alarm clock. My internet wouldn’t work, but that had something to do with the cable that was linked to the TV. What a pain! So, if anything else has to go wrong, can I ask that it please wait a couple months?

My heart is over it. Why can’t my brain do the same? Why do I have to be tortured in my sleep? Why does my brain do this to me when I least expect it? Lastly, why do those dreams have to be so vivid? I should be able to forget them, the way I’m trying to forget it all.