Our honeymoon... well I guess the honeymoon hadn't actually started because it was a couple days before we got married. I just wanted to show you my "meaty" legs. Thanks husband. Oh and I look pregnant because I had a genius idea to stick my phone in the stomach pocket on my shirt. Stomach pockets should be illegal.
The worst has happened. I have to wash my hair twice in two days. Awesome. They put so much crap on my scalp to make all these sensors stick. First he marked me with a grease pen. Oh thanks, my skin is not oily enough. He then scrubbed the spots with mechanic soap, which we all know is the best thing to wash your roots with. Then a big ball of some nasty goo, followed by a sensor and a big piece of tape. I am assuming it feels great to have medical tape ripped off of your head, right? I won't find out until about five tonight. By that time I'll be all agitated and pist off from sitting in this 10 by 10 room. I thought I'd be relaxed and happy... they told me they were making me nap every two hours. Um hello awesome. But then they told me I don't actually get to sleep. They wake me up as soon as I start to doze. What kind of sick show are they running here? Oh and he just told me I can't have chocolate. They are reaaaaaally pushing it in here. Will you visit me in jail if I snap? And tell me that orange is slimming on my meaty legs? Thanks.
My loved ones were all about the sweet compliments yesterday. My dad has a mirror that bows forward in the middle so it makes you look super wide. Seriously, I could fit triplets in my mirror hips. It is a depressing mirror and it should be illegal, along with stomach pockets. We are not kangaroos. As I walk out I say, "I hate that mirror." Every. Single. Time. Why can't he attach the stupid thing in the middle? This time as I made my hate comment my sister so nicely said, "Why? Because it makes you look fatter?" FattER?? So I punched her in her kidney and stole her kids. I took them to McDonald's where I asked the if they wanted Sprite or Rootbeer. My youngest nephew thought I said do you want Sprite, Root, or Beer? He of course chose beer which caused my older nephew to explain he got that from Gramma. I rolled my eyes and said "nice" as I went to get there drinks. I came back to the three year old jumping up and down because he thought he was getting a beer. I should probably tell him that beer is an adult drink, but I'll let his Gramma deal with that one. I then took them to see Gnomeo and Juliet which was ok for a kids movie, but I usually love cartoons and I just wasn't into it. Maybe it's because the three year old was asking to leave before the previews were even over. Whose to say. I don't know how people are full time parents. That was the most stressful four hours of my life. And people ask why I don't have kids... I couldn't even get their shoes on when we left the playplace.
I'm sitting in the bed at the sleep clinic. It's not so bad. The room is kind of nice and it's quiet here. I miss my husband though. I cried like a big baby the whole way here. Looks like the have wifi :-) I'm not even sure if I am supposed to be on this network. It looks like it's their work network.
My husband told me I was creepy because my little sister got asked to prom and I tried to look the guy up on Facebook. He's probably right, but if he wants a kid he should get used to it. I already feel bad for them. I'm a good little detective.
I decided I want to run a marathon in each state. 50 marathons. Even if it isn't an organized one and I just run 26.2 to check out the new place I'm in I'm ok with that. It might never happen. That's a lot of traveling and there are other countries I'd prefer to see over some of the states. But it would be cool. My 16 miles today made me feel pretty confident. 16 miles in 2:21:50. It felt good. I could have kept going. my knee did get sore though and I had to wear my brace the last six miles. McDonald's chicken nuggets are good recovery food, right? I am sore like crazy now though. I'm all gimpy. I hope my body gets used to this. Being sore blows. I feel much better than I do on days that I have ran outside in the freezing cold though.
My lover always jokes about if we were stranded he is excited to eat the dogs because they have "meaty little legs." He was rubbing my sore calves today and said, "Wow babe, you have meaty legs." Um... thank you? I gave him a dirty look and he said he just meant that my muscles were huge. Yes. I already knew that. I have gigantic muscles in my legs. I know it's all muscle, but the size bugs me sometimes and I wish they would shrink. I guess that's what I get for saying he's scrawny? We balance each other out. I really miss that guy.
I got this from my friend Sara's blog. Hilarious! And totally me. I should probably stop wearing running capris until I learn to shave my legs regularly, but it hasn't stopped me so far. And by running capris I mean $3 leggings from Wal-Mart. I really love them. But they stopped selling them and I am going to have to buy some Under Armour ones. I hope they are worth the extra $37.
I got a pretty pist off e-mail from somebody about me complaining that my size fours were tight. Apparently that was rude? I don't care if you are a size four or a size twenty if you're happy with the way you look. I don't think a size four is big, or fat. But I want to be smaller. I don't even care if I stay a size four. I would just like them to to be a bit looser. We all have goals. And this blog is about MINE. So chill.
I only have 50 days left until the big day!! That is 50 days of training. 50 days of trying my hardest. I want to be able to look back and know I prepared the best I could. So I don't feel great about this week, but starting tomorrow I am going to try my best. My "surgery" was unsuccessful so "surgery" just became surgery. Blah. March 8th. I am going to run March 9th's miles on the 8th in the morning and then take the 9th off. Hopefully I'll be good to go again on the 10th. My girl scout cookies should be here by then. I don't know how that helps with my whole not-eating-sugar thing, but I'm pretty excited about it.
I have a new goal to run the Breast Cancer 5K in 21:00 in May. That might be unrealistic, and I might change it after a couple speed trials, but that is what I am pushing for. I also really want to run a marathon we have to travel for. Actually a couple of them, but I'm thinking we'll start off small. I am wondering if I can convince Josh to go to Vegas in December. I'll just use his love for gambling to sway him. Muah ha ha ha!!
I am in love with Train's new song called Marry Me. "Marry me. Today and everyday." That line reminds me of Josh. We have been married for 8.5 months now and he still asks me to marry him at least once a week. I love songs that remind me of him. Too bad they are never songs I can run to. I like loud, angry music for running. My favorite is Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry. If I am ever having a hard time keeping going, I turn it to that and it helps.
Tomorrow is going to be CRAZY! After running 16 miles I am definitely making a chocolate, peanut butter and banana smoothie. And then I guess I'll wash my hair. Then I am heading to a good friend's baby shower. Twin boys. She is brave! She will be such a good little mommy. Then I have to get my emissions done on my car... I guess registration expires on Monday. Blah. Then I have a date with the two cutest boys I know. My nephews! I am taking them to lunch and to see Gnomeo and Juliet. I'm probably more excited than they are. Dear Lord, please, please, please don't let Kasyn have an accident while he is with me. I will cry. Seriously. Then I only get a couple hours with my lover and I have to head up to the sleep clinic. If they have WiFi I will say hello, but I am highly doubting it. If not I'll write ya something special and post it on Sunday.
This is my mouthguard I just got that I have to start sleeping in. I grind my teeth so much when I sleep that it is starting to wear my teeth down. Maybe it's the psychotic nightmares about being skinned alive, but who's to say. I think it looks pretty hot. It's a lot smaller than I expected, and for that, I thank them.
Yesterday I felt a lot more optimistic about my job. Then I got here this morning and was told that somebody told my boss I leave 30 minutes to an hour early every day. Awesome. Everybody here is off at 3:10 and I have to be here until 3:30. There has been MAYBE three times that I have left at the same time they did because I worked through my lunch. I wish the nosy people here would mind their own freakin' business. So I hated work again. But then I got told somebody else's business and I am back on the fence. I know people should mind their own business, but when you get caught fooling around in an old test cell, what do you expect? Well played, Universe. This would be a lot easier to laugh at if they weren't both married (to other people) but it is still quite funny and ridiculous. Who does that? I can't believe they haven't been eaten by a mutant spider. I guess an orgasm at work might make this place more likeable, but you should probably get a job with your spouse if you want to find out. I wonder if I could sneak Josh in, in my purse....
I have been using my lilash on only my left eye this week because my right eyelashes are so much longer. I noticed when that side of my face felt heavier. I kid. The right side is just touching my eyebrows and the left isn't quite there. Maybe it's not the lashes and my eyes are lopsided.
I had important things to do yesterday so I skipped my seven miles and planned to do them today, and today's four tomorrow. My alarm went off and I couldn't get out of bed so I decided to do it after work. In my 4:30 am fog I guess I forgot that I have a doctor appointment for a minor "surgery" after work and there is no way I will be running today, and probably not tomorrow either. That is 11 miles this week and it is really stressing me out. If I would have done them when I was supposed to I'd be good to go. I need to stick to my schedule better. 16 miles Saturday, all treadmill, and I am pretty excited!! I hope I am feeling up to it by then. And I hope Jamie is back up to it on Monday.
I forgot my breakfast this morning. I don't know if it's my love for food or low blood sugar but I turn into a B when I don't eat. You've been warned.
Remember how I hate my job? We had a real big meeting about that today and I think most of those issues will be resolved. I am so excited. And going through my workload we realized why it's been impossible to catch up lately and we got that problem fixed too. I have been trying to catch up since June. I will be caught up by the middle of next week. I am thrilled!! Hopefully everything will go as planned and I can go back to not minding my job. It will be easier to make myself go.
I had the bright idea to bring a jar of peanut butter to work instead of packing a little tupperware full of it every day for my fruit breakfast. I don't know if this was genius or a really, really bad idea. It saves on dishes but I am pretty sure my peanut butter consumption will double. On every break I want to eat a big spoonful of it. I have refrained but I am weak. It won't last much longer. Speaking of self control, my enabler, Jamie, is on her way over with a cupcake from Vintage. I have never had one but I am sure I will be immediately addicted and I can't even be mad at her because she knows the way to my heart. Chocolate frosting. Is it healthy if I put a strawberry on top? I have been dying to make a peanut butter and banana smoothie with chocolate milk. If you make millions off that idea, just remember where you got it. Thanks.
I am kind of in a bad mood today. I put on my size four jeans that I haven't worn since Christmas. I got all new jeans for Christmas and finally decided today to start using my old ones for work. They are super tight. I know I was bigger at Christmas. What. The. Freak. I am sure it is just because I dried them last time because I doubted I'd be wearing them again, but it still made me feel like crap and I have been obsessing all day. This is why I avoid the scale. I drive myself insane. I am sure a cupcake will help. Chocolate makes everything better. And tighter.
This weekend I was too busy to blog. Which is weird, because I didn't have a cake or homework. It might have just been laziness. Too lazy to blog sounds about right.
Saturday Jamie and I slept in. Not together. But we decided sleeping in before our run sounded great. I rolled out of bed at the butt crack of dawn... 8:00 a.m. I picked up my Bountiful Basket from a new location this time and I have never seen one so unorganized. I was supposed to have my basket at 9:15. I got it at 9:40. By the time I got outside it was pouring so we decided to run laps on the track at the local rec center. Before our run I ran to the store and got a five hour energy and juice for smoothies. I shot my energy and headed up to meet Jamie. I never take energy anything and I was bouncing off the freakin' walls. I was hyper. We went upstairs to the track where we learned that 19 laps equals 1 mile. That should be illegal. I was NOT doing 266 laps around a bunch of staring basketball players. No thanks. We did 19 laps track, 6 miles treadmill and the last 7 miles outside in the pouring rain. It was actually a GREAT run day for me and my body felt fabulous. I tried shot bloks for the first time... energy drinks and shot bloks... I feel bad for Jamie. I was so hyper I was basically bouncing up and down running. Shot bloks do make me want to barf for about ten minutes though, and then I am good to go. I am hoping to push through and get used to them. It seems like we can never have a good day together though, and Jamie hurt her knee. We hoped it was just a bit sore but it is still hurting her. She can't even bend it. She is taking the week off and seeing if it improves. I am pretty upset. I will be bummed if she can't marathon with me. But even more than that she LOVES to work out. On top of all our training, that crazy lady is still doing bootcamp every day. She is a bad ass. Her hubby works over seas three months, home for a month, then heads back. Working out is something that keeps her busy, and more than anything it keeps her happy. I will cry if this is major and she isn't back to it by Monday. Send happy vibes to her knee, k? Even with her bum knee we still finished in 2:22:38. She offered to take a picture of me so you could see that it looked like I peed my pants... I passed. Obviously. That was 28 miles total last week in 4:13:24!!
After our run, Saturday just got better and better. We rolled on our foam rollers and drank strawberry/banana/peanut butter smoothies. Then we showered (again, not together) and got ready and headed out for a double date. We went to Brewvie's which is a bar AND movie theater in Salt Lake City. So much fun! Josh has been telling me about it since we met and we finally decided to go. We had pizza, the guys had beer, and The Fighter was a GREAT movie. I was surprised. Jamie's husband is hilarious by the way. It's funny, she is so much like my husband--quiet and a little shy--and I am so much like hers--loud and loves awkward jokes. After the movie we headed over to Dr. John's. That would probably be kind of weird, how we ended up there, but it was right next door and I have never been. What a funny store! I have never seen so many weird, random, freaky things all in one place. Then we got to drive home in a crazy blizzard. Mother Nature hates me.
Sunday might have been the best day ever. We slept until 8:00, I took Josh to breakfast, we watched Nascar and that was such a cool Daytona 500!! Then my lover grilled for dinner and I made homemade mashed potatoes. I love love Sundays.
Sunday night I was awake all night from coughing and sleep issues. I woke up with a sore throat and miserable head ache, so I called in sick. I laid on the couch all day long. Josh had to go get his oil changed at 4:00 and I didn't run in the morning so I decided to get it over with while he was gone. I have a runners tip for you. Do NOT fuel with Top Ramen. You will die. Or barf. Or both. I didn't end up barfing, but they came up and it was awkward. Especially at my new gym. It was my first time and the TV screen acted as a mirror and all I could see were my boobs bouncing. That's a lie. I also saw three guys walk by and look at my butt. The TV will be getting covered with my jacket from now on. I got too used to an all women's gym. I feel more self conscious at the new place, so I hope that will pass. I also feel guilty not wearing my wedding ring but I hate that it gets scratched like crazy from weights, so I went and got an $8 ring on lunch.
Josh convinced me to go to the chiropractor for my broken back when we met. I fell in love immediately. Nothing has ever helped with the pain like that has. Well when we switched me to Josh's insurance after the wedding they made a bunch of mistakes and things got crazy and I got a $700 bill from the chiropractor. I decided to stop going until it was figured out. I get to go today!! I haven't been since November and I am so so so excited!
I went to Wal-Mart on lunch and got me a "diamond" ring for a fake wedding ring. I am pretty excited about it. You know I love a good excuse to buy jewelry. That makes number three or four on fake wedding rings. I also got my friend Emily's baby shower gifts for the twin boys growing in her belly. That girl is tiny. I don't know how she is going to fit two babies in that body. I was reminded why I hate Wal-Mart. A lady walked passed with a basket in her hand and jammed it into my back. She said sorry, but I know she saw me and walked right into me anyways. People are so rude. Then as I was going to check out, something kept rubbing my butt. When things hit my butt, 99% of the time I will take the blame. That thing is a shelf and is always right in the way. But then I felt breath on the back of my neck and got pretty freaked out and spun around to see a lady with black and white hair, bright red lipstick and black eye shadow up to her brows. All she needed was a fur coat. It was her fat roll rubbing my butt. That right there is the definition of awkward. So I took two steps forward. And so did she. My first instinct was to elbow her. Not because I am violent or crazy (ha) but because I am kind of a freak about my personal space. I don't like being touched by people I am not close with, or even being in touching distance. I am probably traumatized for life and I still feel a bit claustrophobic. Well played Cruella Devil.
I just realized two of my favorite holidays are coming up. I also realized my favorite holiday is always the one that is coming up. I am in love with St. Patty's day. Green is my favorite so a whole day of everybody wearing green is awesome. And I always get some socks to celebrate. Plus my lover is Irish. And my last day of school is the day before. So we are going to celebrate the green and no more studying! Easter is still like two months away, but I really really love to color eggs, and to watch my nephews hunt for them. It would probably be better if my family didn't all hate mornings. Everybody is grouchy and so much fun to be around. But then the coffee kicks in and we all remember how to pretend to be normal and nice.
After last week I really thought these guys would be showing up soon. I miss them.
This week started off bad when I found out I didn't get the job. On Valentine's Day. Then I got home and my lover was sick so I spent V-Day alone. It has been a horrible week narcolepsy-wise and I am beat. Tuesday I forgot about my dentist appointment. Yesterday I couldn't get my booty out of bed so I planned to run then head to the dentist. I got home, changed crazy-person-quick, hopped in my car and it wouldn't start. Fabulous. After turning over for a few seconds for the thousandth time my key snapped so I had to grab my spare. Car started right up. I guess the sensor in my normal key was broken. It was dentist time so I headed over where they had me bite into purple cement to get a mold, then pulled my jaw out of the cement and it felt like they were removing my jaw. My whole face hurt and the gym I wanted to sign up for and use wasn't answering the phone so I just went to Lady with a broken key, jacked up jaw, and pist off attitude. I did NOT want to run and every single second of it was mis. er. able. My iPod annoyed me, a kid popped up right next to me and scared me and I almost fell off the treadmill, and Josh was running late so I didn't get to see him before I left for Idol night. But then I made cookies with my nephews and laughed at how weird my family is, so it wasn't all bad. Just off. It's been an off week and I plan to start the weekend off right with a hepatitis B shot, signing up for my new gym, pizza from the Circle, and a newlywed night with my lover, this time minus the drool. Maybe.
I got my pepper spray last night and it is super cute. It would have been much less cute if I hadn't yanked it out of my sister's hand a half second before she sprayed me in the face as she asked what it is. If you have pepper spray hide your keys, hide your wife, they're sprayin' errbody out here.
A whole box of mac and cheese is a serving right?
I can't decide if I am jealous or feel bad for Josh for hating sugar. I think am jealous because my stomach would have never made me unhappy if it wasn't for that crap, but then I just feel bad for him because a world without Hersheys is a world I don't want to live in. He thinks cream cheese is gross because it's too sweet. And I thought I was weird.
I just ordered my first bondiband. I even got Jamie one so we can be twinners for the marathon. We already have matching shirts and SPI belts, why not head bands too. I also ordered a stopwatch because trying to time myself on my iPod is difficult when it's on my arm, covered in plastic, and I don't want to get a slower time to find it. Oh and shot bloks. I love running gear. I love online shopping. It's like Christmas delivered to my doorstep. Not actually swiping my card makes it not seem real, so this could definitely get me in trouble. Pretty sure I pay somebody's salary at Amazon. You aaaaare welcome.
Greasy, messy ponytails are in style. Right? I had a pretty bad night again last night so I wasn't able to get up this morning. I'll be doing my run after work, before the dentist, with no time to shower in between. But I do plan to wash my hair after the dentist and that's pretty big I guess. I was supposed to go to the dentist on Tuesday at 4:00, remembered at 2:00 and somehow within an hour and a half forgot and just drove straight home. Maybe I was trying to life just one eyebrow again. I am awesome. I am getting fitted for my night guard because I'm destroying my chompers by grinding like crazy at night. I have always done it and I finally decided to stop being cheap and fork out the $200. If I don't have teeth I will have to melt all my chocolate and drink it and that just looks bad. Plus pizza from a blender just doesn't have the same appeal. Picky, picky.
What do you miss about being a kid? Today I really miss book fairs. I LOVED those things. They always had them on parent teacher conference night and since I always had good grades my mom always let me pick a book and something else. Do you remember Clifford the Big Red Dog pencil toppers? Do you know where I can get some because I'm feeling deprived. I have even considered getting knocked up just to have an excuse to go. But then I remembered my nephew starts school this year and I'll just be a creeper and tag along. I can't believe how big my little fat head is getting. I miss them. I need to take them to lunch and a movie.
I failed to realize that the button missing from my phone is also the button needed to unlock the thing. So I can't lock it and I have been butt dialing a lot. The keypad is leaving Singapore today though. Anybody know how long it takes to ship from Singapore? I bet I could fly there faster and spend a week on the beach with my green phone and husband. This isn't a bad idea. Singapore does have a beach, right? I only know about Singapore from my extensive Pirates of the Caribbean knowledge.
Have I mentioned that I don't really like girls? I don't have many female friends because most women are catty. They see a good looking girl and they are thinking what a byotch she is because her hair is nice. My favorite girls are the ones that can be happy for her and tell her that she has pretty hair. I love women who can give other women compliments. If I got mad about every girl with nicer hair than mine we'd be in trouble like five days a week... it only looks ok for about two days after a wash, the other five... don't even start.
Days where running is easy and fun for every second of it. They are my favorite! I like running 90% of the time, but there is usually a small gap in there that is rough. Not today. Today was awesome! I have been pushing on speed and with my hurt ankle I have had to step off a few times. This week I have no pains and yesterday as I ran I stepped off out of habit. I felt like I was training my body for sprints with breaks in between and that bummed me out. So my goal for today was today the first five at a steady speed of 6.7 without stopping and doing the last mile as fast as I wanted. I had so much fun running today! Maybe it was singing to myself or dancing. I love Alanis. But today was good. I did get muscle cramps for the first time today though and it was such a strange pain that it made me laugh outloud. Maybe I have a weird sense of humor. I'm looking forward to an ice bath and some icy hot tonight. I got home from the gym at 6:20 and have to leave by 6:40. I still had to pack a lunch and everything. Nothing hotter than sweaty ponytails. My husband is a lucky man.
After Saturday I will be able to say I have ran more than a half marathon. Jamie just pointed that out and it's pretty exciting. 14 miles. Dear Mother Nature, please be nice.
I should probably be a little embarrassed that I can eat all the food on my plate AND finish Josh's because it's too much food for him. I think our servers when we go out think it's pretty weird. On Valentine's day when we both ordered a potato, salad and steak he asked if we were sure because the portions for side items are very large and meant to be shared. He probably thought I put some in my purse when he came back to clean plates.
I gave my MIL my touch screen phone yesterday instead of waiting a month. I hate touch screen and hers wasn't working, so I figured it was pointless for her to go spend $400 on a new phone when I hate mine anyway and have a perfectly good one that I love in the drawer. And by perfectly good I mean dinged up and the A button is missing. Waiting like a month for my green replacements isn't a big deal, but I am sure it's annoying to text me right now. Replacing A with @ looks obnoxious, especially with m@ra@thon, h@ h@, h@ve... you get the idea. I f33l lik3 @ t33nag3r who r3pl@c3s 3v3ry l3tt3r po$$ibl3 with @ symbol. Annoying.
What my phone will look like in 17-28 days.
Triple Tangent Tuesday is where you tell three strange things about yourself. If you play, leave a link to your post in my comments so I can check it out!!
1. I have to keep a wash cloth in my other hand when I brush my teeth. I am a child and drool on myself and the wash cloth saves my clothes, and me wiping all the make up off my chin.
2. I have a creepy sixth sense with songs. I will start singing something I am in the mood to hear, my ears start to bleed and I remember I can't sing so I turn the radio on, and a lot of times that song is on as soon as I turn it on. It's a little creepy.
3. I only like baked scents. Candles, scentsy, sprays... if they are perfumey (I make up words) or fruity they are dead to me. If it doesn't smell like something I can eat I want no part of it. I heart food... what else is new.
I am feeling much better today. I didn't even stay sad all day yesterday which surprised me. Actually, I didn't stay sad at all. Writing about it always makes me feel better. Then Jamie dropped the "f bomb" about it and Kira said nice things. And I got a dozen chocolate covered strawberries, went home and hugged my husband. All was right in the world. "Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers." It's impossible to stay sad with friends, family, husband, and chocolate. And I have the best there is. Usually I would have guilted myself out and felt horrible for eating all 12 of the strawberries (judge me) but I didn't. Not even for a second. Calories don't exist on bad days. Josh made me dinner and I headed off to school in a fabulous mood with plans to come home and watch a movie before bed. He text me at 7:30 and said he was puking and heading to bed. Poor guy. So I spent Valentine's Day learning to draw blood from the hands, getting my hand poked and watching Family Guy alone for an hour. It was a pretty good night, I just hate when he is sick and I can't do anything.
We are going to try running outside on Saturday again. As I was running on the treadmill this morning I came to a realization that I actually like that thing, and not just because it's in a temperature controlled environment. I really, really like it. I am getting attached. I did four miles in 30:23, then came home and rolled on my brand new foam roller. LOVE it so far. 59 days until the marathon. I really like to count things down.
I think I need to layoff the sugar until after the marathon. Sugar hangovers make running a little bit more difficult. I need to fuel my body better. I get a new Bountiful Basket on Saturday, plus eight pounds of strawberries. Hello smoothie maker! After our 14 miles Jamie and I are having a foam-rolling-smoothie-drinking party. It doesn't get cooler than that.
viaWell it definitely doesn't go down in history as the best Monday ever. I didn't get the job. I feel like this little guy. Stuck. I've been at my dead end job for four years. There is no room for advancement and I am as high as I'll ever be. It wouldn't be so bad, but this is also the same place I started. I feel like I will be here forever. This was a really good chance for me. I am qualified and would be good at it. If I can't get that, how will I get anything? I feel like I failed. It makes me not want to be at my job even more. It makes dealing with all the horrible things with this job even harder. The beast just came in and threw my work load on the ground and broke a bunch of my parts. And there is nothing I can do about it. A guy just started rubbing my shoulders and I told him not to touch me for the thousandth time. So he stamped my back because I was "being a bitch." And there is nothing I can do about it. I am trying to stay positive. I am going to school to get a better job. And I know everything happens for a reason. I'll be ok and things will work out. But right now I just want to be sad about it, ok? I'll try again tomorrow.
This was my V-Day cookie from my running buddy, Jamie. She snagged it from work and it was delish. The frosting was soooo good. She also got me some tie die socks because she knows I think white socks are boring. And this is why I love her. Our pink mace will be here today. Very fitting for V-Day I think. On our run Saturday it was pitch black and Jamie saw a post but thought it was a man so she freaked out. I instantly had tears running down my face, my knees got weak and I fell into her. We need this. Mace will make us feel safer. We are SUCH girls. And no more running in the dark. What were we thinking?
Ruth's Chris was AMAZING. That place never lets us down. And even though it's an hour drive, I loved it. It does suck to drive when you are full and sleepy and just want to lay down together. But we talked a lot which I love. Maybe next year we'll get a room though like we did the first year we went there. We have a very romantic night planned. I leave for school at 5:00 so we get about an hour together before I am gone. Lame. Hopefully they'll let us out early tonight.
Today started out rough. I barely slept last night and my nightmares were horrible. I'll spare you most of them, but right before waking up I was dreaming about dead dogs. It was so real and I didn't have my contacts in so when I woke up my pile of shoes looked like a dead dog. I freaked out and backed up really fast, fell out of my bed and smacked my head on the dresser. Perfect start to the week. I couldn't run because my knee is still messed up from falling off a curb and twisting it on Saturday. Then I got in my car and realized I left TomTom in there all weekend. I had anxiety all morning because he wouldn't turn on. I even started looking at prices for a new one as I cried like a big baby about my buddy Tom dying. Then I plugged it in and the battery was just dead and I kind of feel like an idiot but I was so happy I couldn't even complain. AND I just found a keypad replacement for my blackberry. My A button disappeared long ago and I miss that phone. The best part was that it is a whole face plate replacement. That thing is haggard and the new one is GREEN!! So today started off pretty crappy but things are lookin' up. Now if I could just get a call saying I got the job this would be a world record for the best Monday ever.
How's your Monday going?
Any fun V-Day plans? (My teacher calls this day V.D. How ironic.)
Remember how my sweet husband told me my butt is shrinking? I have seriously been stressed about it. I like my bubble butt. That is the one area on my body that I actually like. So when he said it was disappearing I got a little crazy. Then I caught a glimpse of me profile as I was walking through the bathroom. Pretty sure I side stepped that land mine. Why oh why did I ever believe him? Oh hello big booty, I'm glad you decided to stay. Muah ha ha ha ha!!
I got a camera case for my iPod so the four thousand extremely unnecessary things in my purse don't destroy it. You have batteries and socks in your purse too, right?
Today I have a good excuse to pig out. Not like I need one, but I'll take it. Actually I have two excuses. Tonight we are celebrating Valentine's Day, and right now I am waiting for Jamie so we can go kill ourselves, I mean run, 12 miles. I wish my mace would have gotten here this week. And Spring would have been nice. It's 27 degrees. For Valentine's Day we go to my favorite place... Ruth's Chris. If you haven't been there you need to go. Right. NOW. You will kick yourself for missing out for this much of your life. You can cut the steak with a fork. It's so much fun and we go once a year so I'm jumping up and down. Hopefully I'll still have this much enthusiasm in 12 miles. Then we are going to come home and watch romantic movies. Serial killers and naggy wives are romantic, right? Yep, we are finally catching up on Dexter. If they have season five at the Blockbuster. Fingers crossed. We love that show. We've stayed up a little too late every night this week watching season four.
Since we are being all mushy and stuff I'll tell you my favorite thing about my husband. He would do ANYTHING for me. Even when (all the time) I am being a spoiled brat and (a little) unreasonable he never says so. He does what it takes to make me happy, even if making me happy means getting dressed in the middle of the night because I want a Hershey. Or when I cry about ridiculous things that shouldn't upset me. He never tells me to stop being stupid, he pretends it's the crisis of the century and talks me through it until I feel better. I'm a lot to handle. I'm moody, ridiculously excited about everything, whiny, weird, 4 years old, messy, and probably a little insane. But he loves every bit of me. Good and bad. And that's why he is my favorite. I wish I could say I do the same for him, but he is normal so I never get the chance to. If you're weird and have a normal husband, just so you know he makes you look a lot more weird than you really are. A camera adds ten pounds and a normal husband adds ten more quirks.
I woke up in the middle of the night stretching. Stretching? Really subconscious? This is what you want to do? My shin was in my face. No wonder I never feel rested in the morning.
Happy birthday to my dad!!
I'd like to introduce to you my new best friend. My SPI belt. I LOVE this thing. I used it for the first time this morning and I didn't even know it was there. It's a fanny pack. I know it looks real tiny but that pocket is unbelievably stretchy. I put my phone in there this morning just to try it out and forgot it was even on. When I got it I wanted to see how big it got and I could easily fit my phone, deodorant, keys, and toothpaste in it. I was in the bathroom and those were the closest things. I don't really run with hygiene products. You're supposed to stink when you run, remember? Another lady wore perfume to the gym today. I wanted to poke her in the eye. I made it halfway at two miles and had to stop before I literally died. Two miles, 14:34. If I'd have known it would be so short I would have pushed harder. My sinuses still burn and I can't stop sneezing. Allergies blow. Since I had extra time I forced myself to do weights instead of going back to bed and it was nice. It's been too long. I did discover this morning that I don't really care for the iPod armband. Maybe I just need to get used to it but it drove me nuts.
I should probably always wear make up to hide the rocky mountains, but I have skipped it the last couple days in hopes of clearer skin. I look like something out of a horror movie.
Last night I watched American Idol with my marathon buddy again. By "watched American Idol" I mean we sat and talked through the whole thing, checked out each other's new running gear, and did core workouts like planks and headstands. I'm a master headstander. Oh and I wanted to try out Jamie's new self tanner so we put it on one leg. It's hot. We are a lot funnier than Idol. Especially this year. Did Steven Tyler really tell JLo not to tell people they suck? Some of them need a reality check.
I am ordering shot bloks for Jamie and I to try out. We are getting black cherry because that's the flavor that The Hungry Runner Girl recommended. I hope they are bomb. What do you think of them? Do they help? Tomorrow morning we will be up at the horrible hour of 5 am to go running. 5 am feels like getting your hand stapled to a desk. 5 am on a Saturday feels like getting your hand stapled to your desk while drinking bleach and being lit on fire. 12 miles baby. And I am so excited! Bring on the bleach drinks and who doesn't like fire? We are going to try the outside thing again because the gym doesn't open until 7:30. If you see a girl with green five finger shoes, a giant hoodie, one super tan leg and the Rocky Mountain on her chin laying on the side of the road, please stop and make sure she isn't dead. Thanks.
I'm getting a little crazy. If I stare at my phone long enough and will hard enough for it to ring, do you think it will happen sooner? I've been patient so far, which is saying a lot for me, but I am done now. They said this week or next so it's still not a big deal, but could I pretty please get a call TODAY??
Does anybody else go to put their phone in their hoodie pocket and throw it across the room because the hoodie you're wearing doesn't have a pocket? Please tell me I'm not the only one.
I haven't done laundry in a while so when I went to grab a towel out of the closet all I had were beach towels. I forgot how fabulous my blue and green on is. I wrap it around my shoulders and it still drags on the ground. Good things come to those who don't clean their house.
I think I have tendonitis in my right achilles tendon. I think that's been the dealio with my ankle the last bit. So I slept in and took today off to give it a break. I'm a little bummed and can't wait to make up the miles in the morning. Getting out of bed is rough though. I did feel better about it this morning, knowing I wasn't just being a lazy girl and I actually had a good reason for this ridiculous sleepiness. I told my friend Doug that I had narcolepsy. I got a dirty look, raised eyebrows, and a very puzzled question. "You have sex with dead people???" Um, no. I do not do that. Narcolepsy. Necrophilia. They both start with N I guess. This is a serious medical condition and I really do have a lot of issues because of it, but you better believe it's going to be my new favorite excuse. "Why didn't you do your homework??" "Narcolepsy." "Why haven't you done the laundry in months?" "Narcolepsy." Then if I get yelled at, the extreme emotion might just cause my cataplexy to come into play and I'll hit the floor. Don't mess with me. I'm fragile. Muah ha ha ha ha!!
Were you aware they changed the location of the Rocky Mountains? They now reside on my chin. And I have red, acne side burns. My skin is total crap. "Narcolepsy." All this running is making me look like a 14 year old boy. Momma said the acne would be gone when I grew up... So I have permanent acne? Fab. So my new plan is to wash my face three times a day. We'll see where that gets me. I've done it for three days and it seems to be helping. It hurts less at least. My eyelashes are getting soo long from using my LiLash! I'm excited to show you. But how do you do your mascara when they are this long! I have always been really good with mascara, but when the eyelashes almost touch my eyebrows I can't seem to not cover my eyelid in mascara too.
Are you baby hungry? Go to Wal-Mart. I promise you'll change your mind.
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Wow. Three posts in one day. I feel like one of those stalker girls that has to text their boyfriend every 7.6 seconds. I'm a creeper. But it couldn't wait. Maybe I'll skip tomorrow so I don't annoy you. Oh and I just realized it's Wednesday and I'm a day late on the triple tangents. Judge me. Do you know how good it feels to be a day closer to the weekend than you thought? Amazing!
So I just went to the sleep specialist. Turns out I have three different things, including sleep apnea like I thought. But I have narcolepsy. Have you seen Duce Bigalo? The doctor thought I was a bit odd when I busted up laughing when he told me, then I asked if he'd seen that movie. He explained it wasn't really that dramatic. Duh. Is there any doctor with a sense of humor? So I felt a little stupid until I told my mom my diagnosis and she died laughing too. She apologized and said all she could think about is me running on the treadmill and passing out. This is why I love my mother. I'm a sucker for a sense of humor. So anyway... I never fall into a deep sleep at night which makes me tired all day. Narcolepsy also can cause sleep apnea, so they are hoping with treatment that will go away. If not I get a sexy mask. Lingerie has nothing on that baby. I don't know how my ginger will keep his hands off me. Poor guy. Also, I have cataplexy. Now before I tell you what it is, I have some devastating news for you. Don't get too upset that you didn't know this because I didn't either. It is not, repeat, NOT normal for you to fall down when you laugh. Or to have to sit down so your knees don't collapse when you are super pist because somebody ate your last Hershey. I tell people this and I get a strange look. Not because they are shocked, but because they knew this wasn't normal and find it strange that I did. But ya know what, my whole family does it. We laugh and we are on the floor. We are angry and we need to lie down. Emotions trigger something and cause me to have muscle weakness and collapse. And that is cataplexy. I have this. It is also caused by narcolepsy, so they hope treating the first issue will fix this. If not I get more meds. Meds, meds, meds and a sexy mask. But at least I am not crazy and I really do have a problem. ProblemS. Whatever. I'm not so sure I want to stay standing as I laugh. It sounds super boring and I feel sorry for you for not being this awesome.
I go to the sleep clinic in like two weeks to have all the tests done and see how bad I am. They might laugh when I bring my stuffed lamb because I don't want to sleep alone. Further proof that I am four. After that, they are going to start with sleeping pills to knock me out and see if that helps with falling asleep during the day. If it doesn't then I have to take a pill in the morning too, to stay awake all day. I will be at the sleep clinic from 8:00 pm until 4:30 the next afternoon. And I have to keep myself entertained. Lets be texty friends so I don't get bored. Maybe they have wifi and I can keep you posted. Cross your fingers.
My new awesome chap stick I told you about!!
I'm participating in this fun little Tuesday thing with The Hungry Runner Girl!
Basically you tell three really weird things about yourself. I'm pretty weird. I hope I don't scare you away. If you want to play too, leave me a link to your blog on Tuesdays when you post it so I can check it out! And know I'm not the only weirdy out there.
1. For about six months I was a trucker. I drove semis throughout Utah and Idaho every day about two and a half years ago. My friend was a driver so I started riding with him and he started letting me drive. I was going to go to school to get my CDL so that his boss could officially hire me and we were going to team around the country, but then I met my lover. And driving all around the country and sharing a truck and bed with a guy friend seemed inappropriate.
2. I absolutely hate touch screen. Everyone thinks it's so fancy and nice. I just don't get it!! I really like buttons. My phone is a touch screen and I can't wait to be eligible for upgrade. My radio, ac and heating in my car are all controlled by touch screen. At least with buttons you can change things without looking just by feel. On a screen it's all smooth and there is no difference so you have to actually look. I'm telling you, it's a hazard.
3. I can't stand cold produce. It's disgusting!! I love fruits and veggies, but if they get put in the fridge they are dead to me. My lover is a paranoid spaz about food though and insists everything go in the fridge or it will go bad in 6.2 hours. Or maybe he just wants me to keep my hands off the celery. Cold produce is gross, and I refuse to eat bread unless it's hot. It's all about the temperature.
This is where we got stuck this weekend. So pretty!!
Sometimes I have an attitude problem. My husband calls it "spicy." Most people call it irritable. I get irritated really easy when people do stupid things. Since I forgot my lunch yesterday, for the second day in a row, I had to run home to eat instead of going shopping for cake supplies. I got back to work and realized my phone wasn't in my purse. Of course I leave it during the week I am dying to get a call about this job. I'm awesome. After work I got in my car and wondered how people lift just one eyebrow. It's ridiculous! So I tried it the whole way home. Then realized I wasn't supposed to be driving home, I was supposed to be at the store in the opposite direction. Did I mention I am awesome? On my way to the store I needed to get in the next lane. As soon as I flipped my blinker on the guy that was ten feet back punched the gas trying to make it so I couldn't get over. The guy ten feet back was driving a school bus. What a D bag. Who does that in a SCHOOL BUS?? So I cut him off anyway then flipped him off through my sun roof. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. My husband yells at me for flipping people off. Something about getting shot. But this guy was in a school bus, I think it was safe. And I was pist. So I bought myself a Hershey which made flowers bloom and the sunshine, so that I could make it home driving on the worst road in Utah. Since I had no way to tell my husband that I had to go to the store after work, I got a phone call so he could find out where I was. You know, on the phone that was supposed to be at home that suddenly started ringing under my butt. Go me.
Does everybody use half the thing of cream cheese each time they use it? I have a feeling I'm using too much, but it's just so good. Sometimes I cute slices off it and eat it like normal cheese. And then I wonder why I don't have a six pack.
If summer doesn't get here soon I am going to get real "spicy." I'm sick of this crap.
I am ordering more running gear next Friday. And my foam roller will be here on Monday. Life is good!!
During the superbowl I was cold in our 68 degree house so when my lover dipped a chip in the ranch I told him to put it in my mouth. He looked at me funny and ate it anyway. So I told him that was very unsportsmanlike. So he got me a bigger chip with more ranch and I forgave him because that's what love is about. Ranch and forgiveness. But now he keeps telling me I am unsportsmanlike. Like last night when I told him I won't let him get me pregnant unless he gets as big as me, and loses it with me. And agrees that the babies are Raider fans. This guarantees me at least a few more years. Something about my fans shank people. I will shank him if he doesn't shut that filthy mouth about the most fabulous fans in the world.
I can't remember which at the moment, but one of those dating sites say they have the highest marriage rates out of all dating sites. I think they should be required to disclose their divorce rates. I bet it's ugly.
This morning I got to the gym at the same time as two other ladies. One of them pulled the door shut behind her as I was six inches away. So I didn't feel bad about rushing in and stealing the last treadmill when she was two inches away. She got stuck on the medieval torture device. I mean the elliptical. And I switched iPods seven times as i ran my 6 miles - 47:08.
Getting ready to dive into a 16 foot pool!
Have I mentioned that weekends are my favorite? I love them. I even got to be lazy this weekend! My lover drove the whole way to Lava so I wrapped up in my snuggie and watched Click on my iPod. It was soooo cold in Idaho! We went to dinner at the White Wolf and played bingo... it's our Friday night tradition when we go there. And I always win. This time I won $54. Go me. Then we went to the bar and I remembered why I don't really care for those places. There are a lot of creepers there. And since I don't drink, drunk people are super annoying. Saturday we woke up and just laid in bed for a few hours. Heaven. Then we got some breakfast from Johnny's who uses homemade bread for their toast. I'm kind of obsessed with warm bread and I would have sold my sister for this stuff. But only on days when she is being a brat. Then Josh wanted to show me the airport on top of the hill so we went for a little drive, saw the landing strip, turned around and got stuck. The snow started to melt a little, so it wasn't packed anymore so our truck sank down, and there was so much snow under us that the truck high centered, leaving the wheels just spinning freely. It was an amazing view though so it wasn't too bad. And hour later Matt and Dan got up there and pulled us out. Then we started to head down and both trucks sank. So we had to dig all the snow out from underneath us again while waiting for somebody else to come help us. Then we felt bad so it kind of sucked. We took a nice long nap in our 75 degree room and then headed to the hot pots. I looooove those things. I want one in my back yard. After staying up until 4 am the night before we were all pretty beat. We hung out in Matt's hotel room and played cards for a bit. Around 10 I ran to the store and grabbed a thing of chocolate and peanut butter ice cream, we headed to our own room and we laid in bed, watched movies and talked all night. Lava is little, and our hotel is always ghetto. But I really love that place! On the way home I wrapped up in my snuggie and watched Friends. Another reason I love my husband... he always drives the long distances. We are boring, and we love it that way, so for the super bowl we made jalepeno poppers and buffalo wings and sat and watched the game together alone. I heart weekends, especially ones that let me sleep and lay around. And eat ridiculous amounts of food.
I have the cutest new chapstick. It's in a little ball the size of a ping pong ball. It's so cute and it makes me smile.
I have a weird obsession with taking pictures of my food and sending it to my husband, or if it's dessert to my sister.
Not worrying about the heat bill and having it at 75 all weekend was nice, but now my 68 degree house feels miserable.
Everyone said the superbowl commercials sucked this year. Were we watching the same ones?? I LOVED them. My favorite was the Dorritoes one where the guy licks his friend's finger. Hilarious!!
I bought myself a new waterbottle. I thought it was pink (have I mentioned that I am color blind?) so when my lover told me it was red I kind of thought about throwing it away. I might be four. Or just a brat.
I am so so so so so sick of people trying to convince us to have a baby. Seriously. That's all I heard for three days from some girl I didn't know. I thought about punching her in the kidney. Could we leave my uterus out of conversations? Thanks.
Yesterday I ran 4 miles in 29:46. I'm getting faster!! I'm going to start doing speed training on Tuesdays and hills on Fridays. Speed to get faster and hills because I don't want to lose my butt. It is big and I love it so I was a little bummed (pun intended) when I woke up to my lover grabbing my butt saying he could fit a whole cheek in one hand and it was definitely shrinking. That is NOT good news. Where's my Hershey stash?
Last night class was canceled so we had dinner with my BIL, Danny. Have I mentioned I love him? When he found out I was coming with Josh to dinner he ran to the store and got me ice cream and chocolate syrup. He knows the way to my heart.
I'm supposed to hear something about the job this week. Your fingers are still crossed, right?? I really hope I get it, for obvious reasons, plus, I REALLY need a new purse.
Happy 100th post :-) You've been reading my ramblings for 100 posts now. Unless you don't count that one that wasn't really a post, then we are just at 99. By the way, remember when I said I hit the tendon in my leg with a car? I just reread that and saw that it said car. That was most definitely supposed to say cart. Cart cart cart.
It's weird how far I've come with running... When I was 15 I was hit by a car. It hit my knees from behind, I flew up and my head smashed the windshield, I did a back flip and landed behind it on my elbows. The impact messed up my knees, ankles and hips. Bending back so fast broke my spine. The windshield cracked my skull and the ground messed up my elbows and wrists. I was a mess. For four years I wasn't allowed to do anything. I couldn't vacuum, ride my horse, play sports, run... anything requiring more movement then walking. Most the time I couldn't sit or stand for more than a few hours. My lover talked me into trying a chiropractor after trying everything else and it made a world of difference!! From doing nothing I gained a little weight. It drove me crazy so I started to run to lose weight. It wasn't that bad, but I didn't really like it and it took me 45 minutes to do three miles. I can do more than five in that time now. Anyway, running wasn't that bad, but then I got engaged. I got something called bride-orexia. I'm being serious, this is a real thing. I drove myself crazy!! I wasn't eating much to lose weight, so of course I didn't have the energy to run. Everytime I got on the scale I got a little crazier and would push harder and eat less. Running was MISERABLE. I absolutely hated it. Before the wedding I ran 6 or 7 times a week. After, I realized I really had a problem and needed to figure it out before I went insane. I was running maybe once a week, every other week. I have always wanted to do a marathon, so I put it on my resolution list this year. I started looking up marathons just more out of curiosity than anything, and decided it was time. I started running because I wanted to. Because I can. Because the four years I couldn't were really hard for me. Because the year of doing it for a different reason was pointless. It's only been a month, and I am in love!! I think that's why most people hate running... they do it to lose weight. Do it because you want to, because you can, to be healthier... and the weight comes off all by itself. I won't allow myself to get on the scale, so I couldn't tell you the numbers, but I have never lost this quickly. It took months to notice a difference before. It's been one month and my bra is so loose it's uncomfortable. I wore some leggings I got for Christmas last night that were so loose I had to hook them on my belly ring to keep them up. Which was a bad idea, and only lasted five minutes... but you get the point. Focus on something else, and what you aren't paying attention to will happen a lot faster. Make it fun because it is amazing!! You know, if you want to. If not I fully support you sitting on the couch all day eating dorritoes because I get that too. Nacho cheese dorritoes... mmm!!
It's funny, when I ran for the wrong reasons I couldn't bring myself to buy anything for running. I am in love with my vibrams, my lover got me and iPod specifically for running, and I just placed a fabulous order with amazon loaded with running gear. And I am THRILLED!! Next week I will finally have my foam roller, a fanny pack, an armband for my iPod and some pink mace that clips onto my pants. Super sweet!! It's like Christmas!!
This might be real weird, but I am DYING to run a marathon just for fun on vacation. 26.2 miles through Hawaii on foot? Yes please!!
My marathon buddy and I don't even call it running anymore. It's partying. When I get a text at 5:00 am asking if I want to party, it means let's go pound the pavement for a few hours.
Why do you run? If you don't, why do you hate it?
I'm sure you all know how awesome an iPod is. You've probably had one for years. Excuse me while I be super excited for a while. FRIENDS was awesome this morning. I laughed out loud a lot and got some weird looks. I don't think they knew it was possible to laugh as you ran. Running felt GOOD today. I loved every second of it. I was feeling sick again when I woke up, but I ran through it and now I feel great. By the way, I am NOT pregnant. Don't even pretend you didn't wonder. Even my mom asked. Crazy lady. Four miles in 33:03. I didn't even have to push. I kind of wish I was still running now. Maybe because it's 3 degrees at my desk and I think my hands might fall off.
I told my lover if I get this job I am treating myself to a new purse. He laughed at me. Maybe just for that I'll get some shoes too muah ha ha ha. If all or one of us gets this job we are having a big party dinner. (Did I mention my cousin and sister were interviewed too??) I am not a big shopper, I don't like crowds. But I really love purses and shoes. Speaking of crowded shopping, I have to go to Wal-Mart today. Dreading it. But I really need a new blow dryer since mine died. And apparently the new place I go to get my oil changed doesn't fill the washer fluid. I've never ran out before. That's saying a lot because I REALLY like to wash my windshield. It's a daily thing, and I think it's probably more fun than it should be.
Class was fun last night. And super short because our teacher had a family emergency. I was talking to the girl who was drawing on me and I was slightly distracted, so I forgot to look away. I've never seen the needle go in me before. I don't like watching it puncture my skin, but I've seen the rest. So when I was midsentence and broke off to say, "Holy sh** that just went in!!" everyone in the class busted up laughing. Then I got real dizzy and had to lay my head down. But I can now watch the needle go in. Maybe next time I'll do it again, minus the nausea. Big steps people.
ZaeLia has been rotten since her surgery. She got so much attention that now she feels attention starved. The picture is her pouting because she got spanked for chewing on the cord to my electric blanket. I can't stay mad at her. But she has always been such a good dog, never chews on anything, great manners, blah blah blah. The other day she snagged my pizza out of my hand. Besides it being naughty, you know my love for food. I hate sharing food (which is weird because I LOVE to steal Josh's) so I was greatly annoyed. Me and Littles didn't talk for two days. Do you think dogs reflect on things? Like do you think Zypper sits in his kennel and thinks, "Remember that time I got my eye stuck in a mouse trap!!" then quietly chuckles to himself. Or is the slate wiped clean every day, 50 First Dates style?
We leave tomorrow for our mini vacay!! Thanks for staying at our house while we're away, Kira!!
Any recommendations for workout songs?
Do you like to steal food from other people's plates? I swear it tastes better.
Have you ever seen anything more amazing? I doubt it. FRIENDS on my iPod. I'm in love. I also really want to get The Script's music video "For The First Time" on there. The thought of both on one device... I am jumping up and down. It took me a while to figure out how to format a DVD so that it's usable on iTunes, and how to even use iTunes, but once I did it's all easy now and I can do it real fast. By the way, how do you work iTunes? I'm suckin' at it. Maybe I'll put some music on it this week too. I was so stoked to go running this morning with my FRIENDS episodes. For once I was thrilled for morning to come early. Then I woke up real sick and threw up a few times. I skipped my run and I am pretty bummed about it. It's on tomorrow. And Friday! And the whole drive on our mini vacay. I am loving this thing!! I think I'll go home and put Avatar and Click on there. Click is the only movie that makes me cry. Every freakin' time.
It is so so so so so so cold!!! It's so cold it hurts. Could it either snow or be spring time? Either would be warmer than this miserable chill. I had to go start my car in 1 degree weather. ONE. I should have stayed in my heated bed with my lover all day. And probably my iPod. But Mr. Groundhog says Spring is near. I'm not really sure what we are thinking, but our little vacation is somewhere even colder. We're basically geniuses.
Yesterday I saw a woman drive up with a car full of kids. They unloaded and got into another car with a guy. They both drove off without speaking to each other. They didn't even help the kids with their bags, just to avoid each other. Custody exchanges are so depressing. I feel so bad for those kids. It brought back years and years of memories. Don't get me wrong, it was most definitely for the best that my parents divorced. But it would have been nice if the situation was handled more maturely, even if it was just for the sake of the kids.
This was the surprise waiting for me on my pillow when I got home from work. My snugly, smell goodie lamb, and my iPod that my lover got me for the marathon! We were supposed to go pick it up in like two weeks. I guess he just couldn't wait. What a stud!! I think I might like the surprise better than the iPod. Getting it early means I don't have my music all organized into playlists like I wanted to, but I have plenty of time to do that. Tonight I'm going to go home and upload some FRIENDS to listen to while I run. I have a feeling running is gonna be fabulous in the morning!!
Remember how we got new memory foam pillows? They are a little stiff and tall and kind of kink your neck. Mine is broken in already and perfect now. My lover's still looks the same as the day we bought it. When I pointed this out he pointed to his head and said, "Eight pound bowling ball." Then pointed at my head and said, "Fourteen pound bowling ball." Thanks lover. You always know just what to say... he's right though. I have a big head. My mom used to call it my football helmet. Even my five year old nephew knows. When he was told he had a big head he said, "I know, it looks just like Kara's." My family is real sweet. And I miss that fat head. I get to see my nephews on Thursday!! Kasyn is going to be three on Saturday. WHAT!!
Class was pretty great last night! I got 100% on my test. Super sweet!! And I drew on two people. I would love that class so much more if it was just class and no homework, but it is pretty great!
I had lovely dreams... not. I dreamt I woke up to a text from Josh saying "Who took that picture?" I text back and asked what picture. He explained that he just got a picture of me that was taken by our closet from a weird number and it said something like, "I like your wife." Creepy. The alarm went off before I checked the house, but I already knew there was a man in all black in my closet with a two foot knife. It's getting old. So I slept awful, woke up at 5:00 and showered, and of all days my sweet little blowdryer decides to stop working on the day I have an interview. Fabulous... The weather says it feels like negative eight degrees outside. I agree. And the wind is blowing. So you can bet I had awesome hair for my interview. During the interview I felt things went really well and I was confident. But as soon as I walked out I started driving myself crazy thinking things like did I even smile? Was I giving them dirty looks? Did I go too fast? Was I monotone? I'm driving myself nuts. Waiting is the hardest part. Hopefully I'll know next week. Keep your fingers crossed for me, ok?
How's your Tuesday? Is it cold where you live?
