I wrote a post recently, and I'm debating whether to post it. Ever had that happen?
You see, it's normally a not-talked-about topic, because it's personal and can cause lots of heated discussions. Before I post it (if I post it), I want to make sure it's just right, so that nobody is offended and it still gets across my point. I was hoping that I'd be able to post it today, but I still haven't made up my mind on it.
So it's sitting there, as a draft. I guess you'll see over the weekend or next week whether it makes it up there.
Do you have many posts that are sitting in drafts? I only have a few in addition to this one. They're in drafts for a few reasons: 1. I was never able to finish the post. 2. I had to take down a previously posted post because it caused some issues with my family. 3. It's no longer relevant.
Now, I'm off to do work, go to the gym, and run some errands. Somewhere in there, I need to decide and edit the questionable post. Happy Friday!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Opposite Schedules
In the beginning of the hubby's marathon training, it was summer time, I wasn't in school, and was working full time. His training really didn't impact our lives very much. But recently, I've been not-so-secretly being grateful that his marathon training is almost over. Because, quite honestly, it has taken over our lives.
Friday nights are pretty much dead for us because he has his long runs on Saturday mornings. And Saturdays are pretty much dead for us because he runs for most of the morning and then in the afternoon he does not want to go do things. This also leads to him being exhausted early on, which means we really don't go out with friends for very long on Saturday nights.
And I have been very supportive (at least I think I have). Every Saturday run, I make sure to check on him at least once while he's out running, and Tessa and I even meet him (even in the rain) for the last portion of his run. And I encourage him to cross train on Sundays even when he doesn't feel like it, because I want him to be healthy and follow his training.
But as his training has increased, I've started back to school and we have ended up with totally different schedules. I don't have classes until late in the day, and some days I don't make it home until after 9. He's up and out running by 6 or 6:30 most mornings. I'm sound asleep until slightly before he leaves for work, or am getting up as he leaves for work (anywhere between 7:45 and 8:30). And he's ready for bed at like 9 or 10, while I'm up past 12 most nights.
This leads me to really be ready for him to be finished. I never see him, and when I do, he's freaking exhausted from all the running (understandably). And it makes me CRANKY. I don't know why, but I hate going to sleep at different times. Hate. it. I don't want this to sound like I'm being selfish and wish he wasn't doing this. Because that's not it all. I am incredibly proud that he has this huge goal and he is pushing through to accomplish it. But, I miss my hubby.
So I'm happy to report that in just over 2 weeks, we'll be in Philadelphia cheering him on, and celebrating. Celebrating because of the huge accomplishment, and celebrating because now this huge goal is off his plate, and our lives can return to normal. Whatever "normal" is!
Friday nights are pretty much dead for us because he has his long runs on Saturday mornings. And Saturdays are pretty much dead for us because he runs for most of the morning and then in the afternoon he does not want to go do things. This also leads to him being exhausted early on, which means we really don't go out with friends for very long on Saturday nights.
And I have been very supportive (at least I think I have). Every Saturday run, I make sure to check on him at least once while he's out running, and Tessa and I even meet him (even in the rain) for the last portion of his run. And I encourage him to cross train on Sundays even when he doesn't feel like it, because I want him to be healthy and follow his training.
But as his training has increased, I've started back to school and we have ended up with totally different schedules. I don't have classes until late in the day, and some days I don't make it home until after 9. He's up and out running by 6 or 6:30 most mornings. I'm sound asleep until slightly before he leaves for work, or am getting up as he leaves for work (anywhere between 7:45 and 8:30). And he's ready for bed at like 9 or 10, while I'm up past 12 most nights.
This leads me to really be ready for him to be finished. I never see him, and when I do, he's freaking exhausted from all the running (understandably). And it makes me CRANKY. I don't know why, but I hate going to sleep at different times. Hate. it. I don't want this to sound like I'm being selfish and wish he wasn't doing this. Because that's not it all. I am incredibly proud that he has this huge goal and he is pushing through to accomplish it. But, I miss my hubby.
So I'm happy to report that in just over 2 weeks, we'll be in Philadelphia cheering him on, and celebrating. Celebrating because of the huge accomplishment, and celebrating because now this huge goal is off his plate, and our lives can return to normal. Whatever "normal" is!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sky Diving
After my last two posts being rants, I think it's time to lighten things up a little bit.
I've always wanted to skydive. I've looked into it a little bit here and there. But have never found anyone to do it with (Ian has absolutely no desire). And I want to talk with someone who has skydived before. Have any of you done this?
There's something so freeing and liberating about it. I read that it feels like you're flying, not that it feels like you're falling. This is a relief to me (assuming it's true). I read one skydiving website and through them you freefall for about 1 minute. I keep debating whether that 1 minute feels like seconds or a lifetime. Then, you descent for about 10-15 minutes, and see some of the most beautiful scenery ever. This is the part I imagine will freak me out more than the freefalling because you actually have time to think.
I know I will be peeing my pants beforehand, but I think once I'm in the air it'll all be worth it. But there's still a part of me that's scared. So I'm trying to find someone who wants to do it, so that we can be scared together.
This is definitely something I want to do before we have babies. So I've got some time to decide where and when to do it. I really wish Ian was interested - I think it would be incredible for both of us to experience it. Honey, want to rethink that whole you're not into jumping out of a plane at 11,000 feet idea? Anyone up for the challenge?
I've always wanted to skydive. I've looked into it a little bit here and there. But have never found anyone to do it with (Ian has absolutely no desire). And I want to talk with someone who has skydived before. Have any of you done this?
There's something so freeing and liberating about it. I read that it feels like you're flying, not that it feels like you're falling. This is a relief to me (assuming it's true). I read one skydiving website and through them you freefall for about 1 minute. I keep debating whether that 1 minute feels like seconds or a lifetime. Then, you descent for about 10-15 minutes, and see some of the most beautiful scenery ever. This is the part I imagine will freak me out more than the freefalling because you actually have time to think.
I know I will be peeing my pants beforehand, but I think once I'm in the air it'll all be worth it. But there's still a part of me that's scared. So I'm trying to find someone who wants to do it, so that we can be scared together.
This is definitely something I want to do before we have babies. So I've got some time to decide where and when to do it. I really wish Ian was interested - I think it would be incredible for both of us to experience it. Honey, want to rethink that whole you're not into jumping out of a plane at 11,000 feet idea? Anyone up for the challenge?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The night from hell
I really hate that yesterday's post seemed like a rant. And I hate even more that today's post most certainly will be a rant.
I am so fed up with my car. We truly have a love-hate relationship. I really love my car. It's a 2000 and has almost 100,000 miles on it. Don't judge - but I have a knickname for my car AND call it a her/she. The knickname is Big Black. It sounds horrible, but it's really because my car is the color black, and she's big, and also because I love Big from Rob and Big on MTV. They don't make my car anymore, so I love her that much more.
But nights like last night really make me hate her. Last night, I went to the gym to do cardio and pilates. I parallel parked in about the exact same spot where the last mishap occurred. I came out from the gym and put my key in the ignition and my car coughed but never turned over. Poop. I try a couple more times, with no luck.
I call Ian and sit on the curb waiting for him to come and help me. The hood to my car was up and I had the jumper cables out and ready to go for when he got there. Out of over 50 people who passed by, drove by (and asked if I was leaving so they could have my spot), only one couple stopped and asked if I needed a phone or help. And when I thanked them and said it was my battery and that my hubby was on his way, they apologized for not having their car there, otherwise they would've just helped jump start it with me. I hope good karma comes back around to those two good people. They even asked if I wanted them to wait with me. I thanked them but knew I was alright to wait by myself.
Ian got there and sure enough, the car still wouldn't start even with the jumper cables. Double poop. I quickly get on the phone with AAA and arrange for a tow truck to come and get her.
We had to follow the tow truck to where we wanted her dropped off - which means we weren't home until 10:30. And I was HUNGRY.
So yeah. That was my night. Along with officially losing this week in my fantasy league. Triple poop. Now, I'm just waiting to hear from the hubby as to what's wrong with Big Black.
I am so fed up with my car. We truly have a love-hate relationship. I really love my car. It's a 2000 and has almost 100,000 miles on it. Don't judge - but I have a knickname for my car AND call it a her/she. The knickname is Big Black. It sounds horrible, but it's really because my car is the color black, and she's big, and also because I love Big from Rob and Big on MTV. They don't make my car anymore, so I love her that much more.
But nights like last night really make me hate her. Last night, I went to the gym to do cardio and pilates. I parallel parked in about the exact same spot where the last mishap occurred. I came out from the gym and put my key in the ignition and my car coughed but never turned over. Poop. I try a couple more times, with no luck.
I call Ian and sit on the curb waiting for him to come and help me. The hood to my car was up and I had the jumper cables out and ready to go for when he got there. Out of over 50 people who passed by, drove by (and asked if I was leaving so they could have my spot), only one couple stopped and asked if I needed a phone or help. And when I thanked them and said it was my battery and that my hubby was on his way, they apologized for not having their car there, otherwise they would've just helped jump start it with me. I hope good karma comes back around to those two good people. They even asked if I wanted them to wait with me. I thanked them but knew I was alright to wait by myself.
Ian got there and sure enough, the car still wouldn't start even with the jumper cables. Double poop. I quickly get on the phone with AAA and arrange for a tow truck to come and get her.
We had to follow the tow truck to where we wanted her dropped off - which means we weren't home until 10:30. And I was HUNGRY.
So yeah. That was my night. Along with officially losing this week in my fantasy league. Triple poop. Now, I'm just waiting to hear from the hubby as to what's wrong with Big Black.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Damper on my Halloween
Our weekend consisted of carving pumpkins on Friday, dealing with annoying kids on Saturday night and trying to relax yesterday.
I normally like halloween. But not in the same way other people like halloween. Most people love dressing up and partying it up. I like halloween to see all the other people dress up. I've never been big into dressing up for halloween, which is kind of surprising because the thought of getting to wear a costume and do fun makeup sounds appealing. Then, add in that I married someone who never grew up with halloween, and it means we're pretty much party poopers for the event. The thought of having to come up with a costume, and then forking over money for any part of it kind of kills it for me.
So instead of dressing up, I like decorating and preparing for the occasion. Friday night we carved our pumpkins. Or, rather, Ian carved them because I proved to be terrible at it without the carving kit I've always used. Ian, who had never carved a pumpkin before, was incredibly grossed out by the whole process. He thought it smelled like poo and hated having to clean out the insides of it. I thought it smelled like...pumpkin. But oh well ha.
Saturday, while Ian ran his 20 miles, I went to the gym for a long cardio session. Afterwards, we went to our fave lunch spot to get cold cuts for the week and some sandwiches. We both took a short nap after lunch and the prepared for halloween night.
Last year, being in our current house for the first time, we had trick-or-treaters. I was thrilled! We decided to get takeout while I sit on the front steps and hand out candy. And I absolutely love it. I did the exact same thing this year, except the weather wasn't quite as cooperative.
However, this year we had a few very different trick-or-treaters. One of the first big groups of trick-or-treaters to come by had about 8 children in it, all different ages. It looked like 2 moms and a dad were with them. They came running up the steps to our house (this was before I had gone outside to sit on the steps) and shouted trick-or-treat. I bent down to grab the candy from the house and as I'm standing back up the eldest trick-or-treater, probably a 12 year old boy, demanded that each child is supposed to get 2 candies. I was kind of taken back. And he also was one of my pet-peeves - he wasn't even wearing a freakin costume. If you're going trick-or-treating and want candy, you better dress up. So I politely said that I appreciated his suggestion, but that the people giving out the free candy get to decide how much they want to give.
When one of the mothers came with the younger kids, I mentioned that the kids probably shouldn't demand how much candy they get. She just said oh okay.
5 minutes later, I'm setting up our carved pumpkins on our front window sill and the same group of kids come running up to the window (which was open), along with the adults with them. The mother shouts "trick-or-treat. you got candy in there?." UMMM REALLY?! I shouted back that yes I do, but they have already been to our house. She didn't respond to me, but instructed her kids to go to the next house.
Wow. It's people like that who make me not want to hand out candy. And what is with the parents not instructing their kids to say thank you? I understand kids can sometimes forget or be shy or distracted, but parents who don't correct their kids are ridiculous. And, please, tell your kids to freaking say something when I answer the door. It's annoying when I answer the door and just see kids with their bags open.
The second annoying thing of the night - older trick-or-treaters coming at 9:45pm. Um really - I'm not asleep by then but I'd prefer not to have people knocking at my door at 9:45pm and scaring the daylights out of me, and making Tessa bark like a maniac.
Anyways - our halloween was not as fun as last year. Maybe next year we will have to join in halloween festivities away from our house, all to avoid the few annoying kids.
And I swear I should not be allowed to play in any fantasy sports league. Ian is hating that I have a fantasy football team. It's all fun and games until I become a cranky bitch and am yelling because my fantasy team is having a crappy day. It looks like my 6-1 record will soon become a 6-2 record - and on a week I felt good about my lineup. Well, I guess there are worse things in life.
I normally like halloween. But not in the same way other people like halloween. Most people love dressing up and partying it up. I like halloween to see all the other people dress up. I've never been big into dressing up for halloween, which is kind of surprising because the thought of getting to wear a costume and do fun makeup sounds appealing. Then, add in that I married someone who never grew up with halloween, and it means we're pretty much party poopers for the event. The thought of having to come up with a costume, and then forking over money for any part of it kind of kills it for me.
So instead of dressing up, I like decorating and preparing for the occasion. Friday night we carved our pumpkins. Or, rather, Ian carved them because I proved to be terrible at it without the carving kit I've always used. Ian, who had never carved a pumpkin before, was incredibly grossed out by the whole process. He thought it smelled like poo and hated having to clean out the insides of it. I thought it smelled like...pumpkin. But oh well ha.
Ian's pumpkin:
Our pumpkins together (mine is a lion):
And look - the pumpkins even have a guard dog!
Saturday, while Ian ran his 20 miles, I went to the gym for a long cardio session. Afterwards, we went to our fave lunch spot to get cold cuts for the week and some sandwiches. We both took a short nap after lunch and the prepared for halloween night.
Last year, being in our current house for the first time, we had trick-or-treaters. I was thrilled! We decided to get takeout while I sit on the front steps and hand out candy. And I absolutely love it. I did the exact same thing this year, except the weather wasn't quite as cooperative.
However, this year we had a few very different trick-or-treaters. One of the first big groups of trick-or-treaters to come by had about 8 children in it, all different ages. It looked like 2 moms and a dad were with them. They came running up the steps to our house (this was before I had gone outside to sit on the steps) and shouted trick-or-treat. I bent down to grab the candy from the house and as I'm standing back up the eldest trick-or-treater, probably a 12 year old boy, demanded that each child is supposed to get 2 candies. I was kind of taken back. And he also was one of my pet-peeves - he wasn't even wearing a freakin costume. If you're going trick-or-treating and want candy, you better dress up. So I politely said that I appreciated his suggestion, but that the people giving out the free candy get to decide how much they want to give.
When one of the mothers came with the younger kids, I mentioned that the kids probably shouldn't demand how much candy they get. She just said oh okay.
5 minutes later, I'm setting up our carved pumpkins on our front window sill and the same group of kids come running up to the window (which was open), along with the adults with them. The mother shouts "trick-or-treat. you got candy in there?." UMMM REALLY?! I shouted back that yes I do, but they have already been to our house. She didn't respond to me, but instructed her kids to go to the next house.
Wow. It's people like that who make me not want to hand out candy. And what is with the parents not instructing their kids to say thank you? I understand kids can sometimes forget or be shy or distracted, but parents who don't correct their kids are ridiculous. And, please, tell your kids to freaking say something when I answer the door. It's annoying when I answer the door and just see kids with their bags open.
The second annoying thing of the night - older trick-or-treaters coming at 9:45pm. Um really - I'm not asleep by then but I'd prefer not to have people knocking at my door at 9:45pm and scaring the daylights out of me, and making Tessa bark like a maniac.
Anyways - our halloween was not as fun as last year. Maybe next year we will have to join in halloween festivities away from our house, all to avoid the few annoying kids.
And I swear I should not be allowed to play in any fantasy sports league. Ian is hating that I have a fantasy football team. It's all fun and games until I become a cranky bitch and am yelling because my fantasy team is having a crappy day. It looks like my 6-1 record will soon become a 6-2 record - and on a week I felt good about my lineup. Well, I guess there are worse things in life.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Day 1
*Today is my first day participating in NaBloPoMo! I haven't heard if any of my readers are participating, but I'll be watching your blogs to find out over the next few days. I can't promise that my posts will be quite as lengthy, but I will do my best!
I slept amazingly sound last night. It felt awesome. We woke up at 9:30 and I hurried to see what time masses were around the corner - 11:00. Perfect. Then I look down at the clock on my computer and realize it's only 8:30. We forgot to set our clocks back. I hate when that happens.
Now, we'll have plenty of time to eat some breakfast and then go to mass, before I set up camp on the couch to watch Sunday Football. This is a HUGE game today for me in my fantasy football league. I'm first in my division and am playing against the #1 team in the other division, someone who normally kills people by a lot of points. Wish me luck!
Up tomorrow, a weekend recap with pictures of our awesome pumpkins and some trick-or-treater stories.
I slept amazingly sound last night. It felt awesome. We woke up at 9:30 and I hurried to see what time masses were around the corner - 11:00. Perfect. Then I look down at the clock on my computer and realize it's only 8:30. We forgot to set our clocks back. I hate when that happens.
Now, we'll have plenty of time to eat some breakfast and then go to mass, before I set up camp on the couch to watch Sunday Football. This is a HUGE game today for me in my fantasy football league. I'm first in my division and am playing against the #1 team in the other division, someone who normally kills people by a lot of points. Wish me luck!
Up tomorrow, a weekend recap with pictures of our awesome pumpkins and some trick-or-treater stories.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Oops - that wasn't supposed to happen
I completely forgot (probably on purpose) to tell you what happened in pilates class on Monday. The room was pretty full. I put my mats down and then got this ring contraption that we use, along with a little ball we use. I start stretching. Then the instructor comes in and tells us to start out standing up with the ring contraption. We start stretching using this, and soon she asks us to slowly bend over while pushing on this ring. As I was going down and pushing, it happened. I farted. Outloud. I quickly pretended like the ring had gotten stuck on the floor. Luckily, it was while everyone was putting the ring on the floor, so I'm thinking it just blended in. But I was SO worried the rest of the class so I didn't put my full effort into that class. And it did make me feel better that I think the pregnant lady in the class farted outloud as well. Although her excuse is much more understandable - she's carrying a human inside of her. Anyways - I was happy that the girls I normally know in pilates were not there this week - how embarrassing!
I had a girls night last night with law school ladies and had a blast. Today, I am busy doing work and then need to cook some pasta dinner for Ian. He needs the carbs for his 20 mile run tomorrow. Then, when he gets home, we're pumpkin carving! We've never done this together, and I'm not sure if he has ever done this at all (you know, the whole not growing up in the U.S. means he's not used to these traditions). I will be sure to take some pictures.
Saturday we are spending halloween the way we did last year - Ian gets takeout while I sit on our front steps with candy for the kids, glass of wine for me. I just love seeing all the kiddies in their cute costumes.
Also, this weekend marks the start of National Blog Posting Month. And for the first time, I am going to try to participate. For you non-bloggers, NaBloPoMo means that I will be blogging every single day in November. 30 days, 30 posts. This will be tough for me, because honestly, I'm not sure if I have 30 posts in 30 days worth to say. But we'll see. Let me know if any of you other bloggers are doing it this year!
Have a fabulous weekend!
I had a girls night last night with law school ladies and had a blast. Today, I am busy doing work and then need to cook some pasta dinner for Ian. He needs the carbs for his 20 mile run tomorrow. Then, when he gets home, we're pumpkin carving! We've never done this together, and I'm not sure if he has ever done this at all (you know, the whole not growing up in the U.S. means he's not used to these traditions). I will be sure to take some pictures.
Saturday we are spending halloween the way we did last year - Ian gets takeout while I sit on our front steps with candy for the kids, glass of wine for me. I just love seeing all the kiddies in their cute costumes.
Also, this weekend marks the start of National Blog Posting Month. And for the first time, I am going to try to participate. For you non-bloggers, NaBloPoMo means that I will be blogging every single day in November. 30 days, 30 posts. This will be tough for me, because honestly, I'm not sure if I have 30 posts in 30 days worth to say. But we'll see. Let me know if any of you other bloggers are doing it this year!
Have a fabulous weekend!
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