Sorry it has been so long since I have written. The 'mad happenings' that have been going on for the last few weeks are the exact thing that I should have been blogging about. Things were so crazy trying to get to the house closing 'finishing line', I have never felt so stressed or on-edge before in my life. I was lashing out at my friends, family, Realtors and any driver that got in my way on the road. All the stress was evident when Jodie, a great, honest friend, called me a snob and I lost it. I mean, just not a dirty look or something like that, a full out 'LOST IT' session. I'm a snob, she's a snob, all my friends are snobs, but she said at the wrong time (oh, I didn't mention that I had a double ear infection and sinus infection) and poof--there went Nicole. There I am, questioning her as to why I was the snob; come on, like I need a list of reasons why I'm snobby. And she is looking at me like "really?".
After I storm out of BW3 and have my blow-up, I head over to the Dr. office which I know I will be promptly kicked in the ass for gaining weight and not taking care of myself. As I'm waiting for the doctor to come in, I lose it again. Full out ugly cry, trying to understand why of all days Jodie decides to pick a fight with me and I have my sister telling me to pull my head out of my ass and everything seems to be falling apart around me. Nicole is in full tailspin, out of control, ugly cry with the crying hiccups. NOT PRETTY. Then Dr. D walks in... she took one look at me and decided that my happy pills needed a little side dose. She also took my blood pressure, it has never been higher and it scared me to death. I had officially hit rock bottom.
***side conversation. Okay, this is where the 'snob' stuff comes into play. I just said above that I hit 'rock bottom'. Seriously? Did I really hit 'rock bottom'. NO. This is Nicole being a drama queen on top of being a snob. My situation is over a house, a house that has every possible upgrade in it along with a huge backyard AND a glass studio. Things were not going as smooth as I wanted them to, so I had a melt down. This was hitting rock bottom. Did I lose my first house you ask? No. Did I lose my job and was forced to move? No. Did I need to sell my house to pay for medical bills cause I do not have insurance? No. 'No' is the answer to any major life change that would require someone to be forced to move. I just wanted something better. Oh, and new furniture to go in it, and a full working studio before the first box is even moved in. This is why I'm a snob. And why are my friends snobs too? Because they are doing the exact same thing I'm doing. But.... I do believe we all know how lucky we are to be healthly w/ insurance, employed, and are loved by friends and family. ***side conversation over
So, I took my 'rock bottom', sicko self home and proceeded to cry the rest of the night and into the morning. The emotions that were running thru my head were endless. I felt as if I had no one. No one to help me, no one to cry on, no one to cheer me up, no one. I hate being lonely. On top of all the emotions, I still had to work and pack and whatever else needed to be done. At work i was pushing the limits with a software release. I thought I had reached the finish line one day before my closings. I went on with my life thinking that I was done with the software update and the next hurdle would be the closings and moving. Whatever! Things in my life do not work out that way. I'm all happy-go-lucky first thing Friday, Nov 30 morning, dropping the dogs off at daycare for the weekend when all hell breaks loose! That software update I did, yeah, I didn't do it quite right. There was this one tiny little thing about the crew onboard the station not being able to see any of their data. I deleted ALL of it. Yup, I said all. The crew couldn't do any procedures. When I F-up, I go all out.
For the next 7 hours, I'm trying to recover data, get my final walk thru moved and get to closing on the new house. I don't think I've ever been so stressed in my life. My sister even asked if I would still have a job and able to go close on my house. Thanks Stacy. I was applauded for my efforts to get the data back onboard, but I was also 'in trouble' for deleting it in the first place.
But... I did close and even before the ink was dry on the pages of the contract, my awesome friends (i.e. 'the family') were at my house painting. By the time I arrived at the new house, my living room was almost complete, and the bedroom was ready to begin. I love those guys.
Obviously everything worked out and I'm in the house! oh, and did I mention that I love it!
After I storm out of BW3 and have my blow-up, I head over to the Dr. office which I know I will be promptly kicked in the ass for gaining weight and not taking care of myself. As I'm waiting for the doctor to come in, I lose it again. Full out ugly cry, trying to understand why of all days Jodie decides to pick a fight with me and I have my sister telling me to pull my head out of my ass and everything seems to be falling apart around me. Nicole is in full tailspin, out of control, ugly cry with the crying hiccups. NOT PRETTY. Then Dr. D walks in... she took one look at me and decided that my happy pills needed a little side dose. She also took my blood pressure, it has never been higher and it scared me to death. I had officially hit rock bottom.
***side conversation. Okay, this is where the 'snob' stuff comes into play. I just said above that I hit 'rock bottom'. Seriously? Did I really hit 'rock bottom'. NO. This is Nicole being a drama queen on top of being a snob. My situation is over a house, a house that has every possible upgrade in it along with a huge backyard AND a glass studio. Things were not going as smooth as I wanted them to, so I had a melt down. This was hitting rock bottom. Did I lose my first house you ask? No. Did I lose my job and was forced to move? No. Did I need to sell my house to pay for medical bills cause I do not have insurance? No. 'No' is the answer to any major life change that would require someone to be forced to move. I just wanted something better. Oh, and new furniture to go in it, and a full working studio before the first box is even moved in. This is why I'm a snob. And why are my friends snobs too? Because they are doing the exact same thing I'm doing. But.... I do believe we all know how lucky we are to be healthly w/ insurance, employed, and are loved by friends and family. ***side conversation over
So, I took my 'rock bottom', sicko self home and proceeded to cry the rest of the night and into the morning. The emotions that were running thru my head were endless. I felt as if I had no one. No one to help me, no one to cry on, no one to cheer me up, no one. I hate being lonely. On top of all the emotions, I still had to work and pack and whatever else needed to be done. At work i was pushing the limits with a software release. I thought I had reached the finish line one day before my closings. I went on with my life thinking that I was done with the software update and the next hurdle would be the closings and moving. Whatever! Things in my life do not work out that way. I'm all happy-go-lucky first thing Friday, Nov 30 morning, dropping the dogs off at daycare for the weekend when all hell breaks loose! That software update I did, yeah, I didn't do it quite right. There was this one tiny little thing about the crew onboard the station not being able to see any of their data. I deleted ALL of it. Yup, I said all. The crew couldn't do any procedures. When I F-up, I go all out.
For the next 7 hours, I'm trying to recover data, get my final walk thru moved and get to closing on the new house. I don't think I've ever been so stressed in my life. My sister even asked if I would still have a job and able to go close on my house. Thanks Stacy. I was applauded for my efforts to get the data back onboard, but I was also 'in trouble' for deleting it in the first place.
But... I did close and even before the ink was dry on the pages of the contract, my awesome friends (i.e. 'the family') were at my house painting. By the time I arrived at the new house, my living room was almost complete, and the bedroom was ready to begin. I love those guys.
Obviously everything worked out and I'm in the house! oh, and did I mention that I love it!
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