So, I'm going to fire my cleaning lady someday. I keep wondering when that day will come--when she hasn't done what she's supposed to and I finally give up on her. I mean, lets be honest, she doesn't really like to clean.
Of course I'm talking about myself. I look forward to the day I fire me.
The other thing... I'm going to get rid of some shoes. Shoes I have only worn like 3 times. Shoes that make my feet hurt more than they have ever hurt before AND give me blisters. They are the silent devil. I tried them on and got them because they are a good brand and they were comfy--or so I thought. It seems my memory must be going. I wear these shoes and am reminded of the firey pits of hell. I put them on and they are comfortable, until I get to my destination and then holy of all goodness--they hurt. Then I don't wear them for approximately 4 months and think... hey, those shoes would be cute with this outfit. Oh, and they aren't hurting my feet! I'll wear them today! YAY! Only this leads to silent cursing and wishing their demise.
So on top of horrid shoes I also sit facing a window that reflects my image. Blast! My hair is awful. Seriously, I'm attempting to grow it out and it's awkward and I have roots and my husband mentioned how many grey hairs I had last night. This could have lead to general bad thoughts of him like when he snores, but it's just simply true. Fact is fact no matter how ugly it is--and this is ugly. Luckily for all this will be remedied tomorrow when I go and see Ryan. I heart him and his color trickery. Now if only he also knew how to fix shoes...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
2 years.
I initially typed "2 ears" but then that seemed misleading...
2 years ago we moved to Austin. We closed on our house on August 17, 2007. Where has the time gone? Which means I have been blogging, I suppose, for a year and a half. I started in Jan '08 and look how far I've come-- I mean, back then I was only 28 instead of nearing 30--and we no longer have our tv on a milk crate--no, we've CLEARLY moved on since then and our TV now resides on a hand me down tv stand from 3 bachelors who have upgraded. I mean, I'm going places, people--granted, I still have the same phone. Lame.
Ok, by same phone, I mean that I lost the inital phone and have a replacement phone that looks just like it. Either way, I'm soooo over it.)
Back then I was workign hard to make it work. We moved. I had no job. No furniture. No friends in Austin. Now, I'm gainfully employed (a WHOLE year and one month now) at a job that I love and is way more impressive than I am. I'm no longer lounging on the couch. I've got friends. I've gone to Italy. I've ran a marathon. I've celebrated 4 years of marriage bliss. I've gotten an email from Clinton Kelly. I've successfully traversed having swine flu. I have a nephew. I've seen wonderful friends get married. I've raised over 4k for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I've mourned with a friend at the lost of her breasts. I've mourned with friends at the loss of their marriage. I've bought a car, a house, a dog, a couple of pairs of shoes...
Jan 2009 theese were my resolutions
keep running--done
make healthy eating choices--usually (but the thin mint blizzard is back sooo...)
go to Italy--done
be more aggressive at work--usually
read for pleasure and intelligence--more for pleasure, but check!
Keep talking like a teenage (totes, unfortch, sors etc)--always
Curb my spending and purge my closet--you win some you lose some...
Try new restaurants--we've done this a couple of times
run 4 1/2 marathons--well, I ran one "official" and many many times just on a saturday
stay involved with TNT--training again! Just got asked to be on the alumni board
maybe join a women's organization--umm... I get my nails done. Not sure that counts.
continue volunteering with the college kids at UUMC--did this for a while. They meet TOO late.
find a church--need to keep up with this search
look into ordination in the SWTX conference--still thinking about it
It's interesting to see where we've been and where we are going. Who knows, really. There is no way to predict what our next year will hold or even tomorrow (except track practice, a happy hour, and then watching The Hangover (at alamo) with some friends.)
So tonight perhaps I'll celebrate... and by celebrate I mean have a glass of wine and go to bed by 10:30. OH the life of a person nearing 30.
2 years ago we moved to Austin. We closed on our house on August 17, 2007. Where has the time gone? Which means I have been blogging, I suppose, for a year and a half. I started in Jan '08 and look how far I've come-- I mean, back then I was only 28 instead of nearing 30--and we no longer have our tv on a milk crate--no, we've CLEARLY moved on since then and our TV now resides on a hand me down tv stand from 3 bachelors who have upgraded. I mean, I'm going places, people--granted, I still have the same phone. Lame.
Ok, by same phone, I mean that I lost the inital phone and have a replacement phone that looks just like it. Either way, I'm soooo over it.)
Back then I was workign hard to make it work. We moved. I had no job. No furniture. No friends in Austin. Now, I'm gainfully employed (a WHOLE year and one month now) at a job that I love and is way more impressive than I am. I'm no longer lounging on the couch. I've got friends. I've gone to Italy. I've ran a marathon. I've celebrated 4 years of marriage bliss. I've gotten an email from Clinton Kelly. I've successfully traversed having swine flu. I have a nephew. I've seen wonderful friends get married. I've raised over 4k for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I've mourned with a friend at the lost of her breasts. I've mourned with friends at the loss of their marriage. I've bought a car, a house, a dog, a couple of pairs of shoes...
Jan 2009 theese were my resolutions
keep running--done
make healthy eating choices--usually (but the thin mint blizzard is back sooo...)
go to Italy--done
be more aggressive at work--usually
read for pleasure and intelligence--more for pleasure, but check!
Keep talking like a teenage (totes, unfortch, sors etc)--always
Curb my spending and purge my closet--you win some you lose some...
Try new restaurants--we've done this a couple of times
run 4 1/2 marathons--well, I ran one "official" and many many times just on a saturday
stay involved with TNT--training again! Just got asked to be on the alumni board
maybe join a women's organization--umm... I get my nails done. Not sure that counts.
continue volunteering with the college kids at UUMC--did this for a while. They meet TOO late.
find a church--need to keep up with this search
look into ordination in the SWTX conference--still thinking about it
It's interesting to see where we've been and where we are going. Who knows, really. There is no way to predict what our next year will hold or even tomorrow (except track practice, a happy hour, and then watching The Hangover (at alamo) with some friends.)
So tonight perhaps I'll celebrate... and by celebrate I mean have a glass of wine and go to bed by 10:30. OH the life of a person nearing 30.
Gone are the days
Of freedom of speech--in my family, anyway.
Ben alerted me to the fact that I have written slander in my last post about his gazelle-ness. He would like for me to make clear...
He drinks more whiskey than he does beer.
(I'm still unclear about how this makes things better.)
(I also pointed out that though he may drink more whiskey than beer... he still drinks more beer than the average person.)
(He thought a minute and said, "nu-uh...")
Ben alerted me to the fact that I have written slander in my last post about his gazelle-ness. He would like for me to make clear...
He drinks more whiskey than he does beer.
(I'm still unclear about how this makes things better.)
(I also pointed out that though he may drink more whiskey than beer... he still drinks more beer than the average person.)
(He thought a minute and said, "nu-uh...")
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Does this guilt make me look fat?
So I live in one of those cities where you feel bad if you don't work out--because EVERYONE works out. Like on a weekend if you choose to have brunch instead of running, and drive to your destination (vs. biking), you pass millions (ok, millions don't live here)of people jogging biking, swimming (due to the humidity, I'm pretty sure that walking counts as swimming.) So many mornings a week I get up when it's dark and get in a run (so I fit in.)
In my adult life I ran when chased. I start with adult life because honestly, anything before college doesn't count. I mean, we could go back to childhood where I had endless amounts of energy and my parents put me in every sport possible so that when I got home I was exhausted. I've grown out of that phase. So you can only count it if you are my husband who is a gazelle and ran CC in college. Ok, maybe he's a gazelle that drinks a lot of beer, but he still recalls how to run. So yesterday he decided he's going to get in shape again--which will take him like 2 weeks and he won't have to stop drinking and he'll lose like 20 lbs in 2 days. Jerk.
In college I participated in many a choreographed dance. Oh... how I love a group dance scene. (for rush, sing song, homecoming...) Step aerobics was at it's height back then so I took some of those classes too... Oh, and I swam for a class and took yoga. Grad school.... eh, is a wash. I went, worked out, got married, got fat, graduated.
Then Nikki and I started running--and eating biscuits and gravy after our 5k races. Then we started running and going to weight watchers. This proved to be a more effective option. Then I joined Team in Training for my first endurance event. I was going to run 13.1 miles. This was beyond my realm of comprehension, but I did it.
I'm now on my 3rd event--training for my 2nd FULL marathon. As my alarm went off this morning I sat there thinking about how great sleeping for an extra hour would feel. And I got out of bed, changed my clothes, put on my NEW running shoes (which are the same as my old ones but NEW and purple), pulled back my hair with my new sweatyband* and off I went at 6:10AM. It's amazing what a good dose of guilt can do for you.
Well, guilt, wanting to fit into my clothes, continuing to get to purchase fab running clothes, and finding a cure for blood cancers. I've become one of those people. I run a million miles on Saturday mornings before you've had your first cup of coffee. I talk about needing a little more protein. I am likely to have some gu in my car, probably some socks, possibly a sports bra. SO my workout for the day is done. Now I can move about my day... sports watch in tow.
*a sweatyband was not a mis-spelling. It's an amazingly cute, amazingly durable, amazingly non slip head band.... and perhaps I'm wearing one at work.)
In my adult life I ran when chased. I start with adult life because honestly, anything before college doesn't count. I mean, we could go back to childhood where I had endless amounts of energy and my parents put me in every sport possible so that when I got home I was exhausted. I've grown out of that phase. So you can only count it if you are my husband who is a gazelle and ran CC in college. Ok, maybe he's a gazelle that drinks a lot of beer, but he still recalls how to run. So yesterday he decided he's going to get in shape again--which will take him like 2 weeks and he won't have to stop drinking and he'll lose like 20 lbs in 2 days. Jerk.
In college I participated in many a choreographed dance. Oh... how I love a group dance scene. (for rush, sing song, homecoming...) Step aerobics was at it's height back then so I took some of those classes too... Oh, and I swam for a class and took yoga. Grad school.... eh, is a wash. I went, worked out, got married, got fat, graduated.
Then Nikki and I started running--and eating biscuits and gravy after our 5k races. Then we started running and going to weight watchers. This proved to be a more effective option. Then I joined Team in Training for my first endurance event. I was going to run 13.1 miles. This was beyond my realm of comprehension, but I did it.
I'm now on my 3rd event--training for my 2nd FULL marathon. As my alarm went off this morning I sat there thinking about how great sleeping for an extra hour would feel. And I got out of bed, changed my clothes, put on my NEW running shoes (which are the same as my old ones but NEW and purple), pulled back my hair with my new sweatyband* and off I went at 6:10AM. It's amazing what a good dose of guilt can do for you.
Well, guilt, wanting to fit into my clothes, continuing to get to purchase fab running clothes, and finding a cure for blood cancers. I've become one of those people. I run a million miles on Saturday mornings before you've had your first cup of coffee. I talk about needing a little more protein. I am likely to have some gu in my car, probably some socks, possibly a sports bra. SO my workout for the day is done. Now I can move about my day... sports watch in tow.
*a sweatyband was not a mis-spelling. It's an amazingly cute, amazingly durable, amazingly non slip head band.... and perhaps I'm wearing one at work.)
Monday, August 17, 2009
I think I blacked out...
or something like that. Yesterday, after getting up and cleaning and doing 900 loads of laundry, going to the pool, playing a little wii, going to world market, etc etc something happened.
Ben left to go fishing and I was going to go rent a movie. SO off I set to blockbuster when low and behold--I ended up at the pedicure place! How did that happen? it's like my car had a mind of it's own (we should check into this--maybe it goes for joy rides by itself too. I'm well aware that it steals sunglasses.) I mean, and what am I to do? SO, I got a pedicure AND THE LADY ACTUALLY REMEMBERED ME! I figure this is due to my celebrity status. Well, that or the fact that I make them cut my nails shorter than they would like. She also rubbed my legs longer than normal--sheer bliss.
Other convo's that apparently happen when you near 30.
Random Person: SO, are you married.
AB: Yes.
RP: How long?
AB: 4.5 years
RP: Do you have kids?
AB: No. smile awkwardly.... remove eye contact (no, not my actual contact, but more stop making eye contact... whatevs.)
RP: SO when are you going to have them?
AB: umm... I don't know?
RP: Well, you should be ok because I didn't have my first one until 38. You still have a few years.
Um, so some random nail lady told me I still have some good years left. Uh, thanks? I'll let my ovaries that though they are drying up... they may still have a few good years.
Thanks random people of the world. Thanks. I mean, at least my nails look nice so I have that going for me.
Ben left to go fishing and I was going to go rent a movie. SO off I set to blockbuster when low and behold--I ended up at the pedicure place! How did that happen? it's like my car had a mind of it's own (we should check into this--maybe it goes for joy rides by itself too. I'm well aware that it steals sunglasses.) I mean, and what am I to do? SO, I got a pedicure AND THE LADY ACTUALLY REMEMBERED ME! I figure this is due to my celebrity status. Well, that or the fact that I make them cut my nails shorter than they would like. She also rubbed my legs longer than normal--sheer bliss.
Other convo's that apparently happen when you near 30.
Random Person: SO, are you married.
AB: Yes.
RP: How long?
AB: 4.5 years
RP: Do you have kids?
AB: No. smile awkwardly.... remove eye contact (no, not my actual contact, but more stop making eye contact... whatevs.)
RP: SO when are you going to have them?
AB: umm... I don't know?
RP: Well, you should be ok because I didn't have my first one until 38. You still have a few years.
Um, so some random nail lady told me I still have some good years left. Uh, thanks? I'll let my ovaries that though they are drying up... they may still have a few good years.
Thanks random people of the world. Thanks. I mean, at least my nails look nice so I have that going for me.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Conversations
So when the BB came to bed the other night and I was semi conscious I asked him,
AB-"Did you bring the citations?"
BB-"Um... what?"
Ab (realizing that I said something strange... so just repeating it like I know what I'm doing) "Did you bring the citations?"
BB-...yes...
AB-"Did you bring the citations?"
BB-"Um... what?"
Ab (realizing that I said something strange... so just repeating it like I know what I'm doing) "Did you bring the citations?"
BB-...yes...
This is the sound....
of silence. Or not. You may recall how yesterday I admitted that I have an aversion to some noises--flip flop noise (though it could be ship ship noise, tbd), a lot of mouth noises, scraping your teeth across a fork noise, paper towel on dry hands noise, smacking, spitty k's (like in mil-K), it could go on forever really--and snoring.
I am the lightest sleeper ever--hence the deep love and devotion to ambien. So I took a half of one last night read a little Julie and Julia (which has me convinced that someday I can be famous for making eggs), and went to sleep. My husband stays up late doing things like making flying robots and saving the world from meteors, and perfecting all games on the wii (from which I'm very sore from boxing.)
And then it begins. The snoring. I keep saying his name, then yelling his name (and not in a good way.) Then I lay and brood. I wish I had a needle to poke him. not a crack needle (do you inject crack?), not a needle like you get shots with, but a tiny sewing needle. I mean, I'm not a barbarian. (everytime I say "barbarian" I think of Hana Barbara cartoons taht I watched on sunday mornings. Anyway, neither here nor there.) So I want to stick him every time he snores. I think it would greatly lead to more incidents, and maybe a divorce, but perhaps also some sweet sweet sleep. So there I lay... plotting my next move. My elbow is about kidney height. I'm awful. I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. Instead, I can't. I mean, if I get to the point to where I'm about to sleep (after I've said his name and perhaps given a love tap to encourage a roll over), it starts again.
Ps. He has now called in sick because he didn't sleep well. I'm partly to blame for this. Or am I? I think you brought it on yourself, buddy. Basically, it's your fault that I'm an evil, rude, pin poking, name yelling, biatchy wife who could use a little more sleep.
I am the lightest sleeper ever--hence the deep love and devotion to ambien. So I took a half of one last night read a little Julie and Julia (which has me convinced that someday I can be famous for making eggs), and went to sleep. My husband stays up late doing things like making flying robots and saving the world from meteors, and perfecting all games on the wii (from which I'm very sore from boxing.)
And then it begins. The snoring. I keep saying his name, then yelling his name (and not in a good way.) Then I lay and brood. I wish I had a needle to poke him. not a crack needle (do you inject crack?), not a needle like you get shots with, but a tiny sewing needle. I mean, I'm not a barbarian. (everytime I say "barbarian" I think of Hana Barbara cartoons taht I watched on sunday mornings. Anyway, neither here nor there.) So I want to stick him every time he snores. I think it would greatly lead to more incidents, and maybe a divorce, but perhaps also some sweet sweet sleep. So there I lay... plotting my next move. My elbow is about kidney height. I'm awful. I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. Instead, I can't. I mean, if I get to the point to where I'm about to sleep (after I've said his name and perhaps given a love tap to encourage a roll over), it starts again.
Ps. He has now called in sick because he didn't sleep well. I'm partly to blame for this. Or am I? I think you brought it on yourself, buddy. Basically, it's your fault that I'm an evil, rude, pin poking, name yelling, biatchy wife who could use a little more sleep.
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