I’m nervous about this upcoming Green Bay trip. I’m leaving on Thursday, and still I am puking occasionally. The puking medicine has worked wonders in that I am actually pooping and am not puking Every Single Time I Eat, but still there is puking, and I don’t really relish the thought of puking on my trip.

I’ve also still been having the odd seizure, and THAT is something that is a definite no-no. Public seizures are fucking embarrassing.

I’m hoping that I can keep things under control. I will be drinking, which for some reason tends to drastically cut down on the seizures (maybe because alcohol is a depressant?), but then that might cause more puking. I’m not going to drink a lot, but still. I actually bought some beer to sort of try out this weekend to determine whether or not I can drink safely, so tonight will be my test run.

Wish me luck, because I really do hope to be able to have a couple of beers with friends, as trivial as it may seem.

I drink maybe once a month or so, and God do I enjoy it. Maybe too much.

Anyway, this trip is looking like a lot of fun. There will be dancing, laser tag (!), a sleigh ride, karaoke, several lunches and dinners, a Very Bad Bar, sledding, and lots and lots of hanging out and swapping stories and such. I’m really looking forward to it. There will be a lot of new people this year, too, which is exciting.

I’m sort of a social tool in a lot of situations, but I must say that I am entirely, take-off-your-shoes-and-kick-back comfortable in Green Bay. It’s just a great group of people.

Hopefully I will be healthy enough to fully enjoy and embrace it. I know I’ll be completely fucking exhausted and worthless at the end of the weekend, but it will be worth it.

In other news, the J-Man’s school is having a VIP Day, and he has picked me as his VIP to take to school and go through the day with him. There will be chapel and a band concert and a luncheon and the kids will have crafty activities with the adults, and I feel very honored to have been picked, because after all I am just The Mom.

It should be fun, and I’m interested to see how he interacts with the kids in his class.

Good times.

This could be just some sort of an attempt at leverage because he is trying to talk me into allowing him to pierce his ear, but then maybe he just loves me.

Plus there’s no way in hell he’s piercing his ear at eleven.

None.

Happy Saturday.

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