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Weekend Divinity

November 19th, 2007

This past weekend was so enjoyable. It started out right with a date with Brian. We had dinner and I only ate HALF of my entree. Which is supposedly a good thing. We then got some Christmas shopping done.

The downfall of the night was going to the mall on a Friday night that was filled with thousands of rude people, really rude and they were mostly teenagers who had nothing better to do on a Friday night that loiter and get in my way and drop doors in my face. Yeah, you, I’m talking to you, rude girl. jerk.

Then we went to Toys R Us, which is always an interesting experience, so we expected the worst and left pleasantly surprised. Well, not really pleasant at all, just a little surprised.

Then Saturday I had a hair appointment where I got my hair cut and colored, and well, that’s just fun sometimes, isn’t it? Cause you know, no kids. Despite their attempts to go with me.

Then I came home and took a snooze, just to wake up and go to dinner, yet again.

But this time I went with Crooked Eyebrow and Milk and Honey, names I use even when talking to Brian about them. And it was divine. Sorta like going away on a secluded vacation for four solid hours. Yes, that good. We talked. And talked. And talked.

And talked.

Without interruptions. Well, I guess we were interrupted by our waitress bringing drinks and dessert, which just adds to the awesomeness of it all.

Then yesterday morning we went to church and headed out on our a Christmas Tree Hunt. And we found THE tree at the first store. At a great price. So great of a price that we bought a HUGE blow up snowman and four foot Christmas trees and SO MUCH MORE! (thanks, Home Depot!)

All items will remain safely in their boxes for at least another two weeks. thankyouverymuch.

Then to top it off, Brian folded AND put away an entire load of kids clothes. Without me asking him.

Which sorta felt like Christmas. I almost put up my Christmas tree.

See? And to think…next weekend should be even better! You know, because of the turkey.

I can’t type fast enough

September 4th, 2007

My computer is being a real jerk lately.

I mean, I’m real happy that when my hard drive completely failed (as opposed to failed just a little bit?), I did not lose a thing. That was all thanks to my faithful computer administrator. He’s a good one, the best in the biz. And he’s a great husband, too.

But lately, as in the past way too freakin’ long, my laptop is not sensing the power cord. Which is a problem. Because my computer dies. Without the power cord. Dies. No power.

Dead.

I will be sitting still as a statue with my laptop on my lap and suddenly the symbol which indicates whether or not I am using battery power will pop up on my screen. Even though the cord is supposedly doing it’s job. Which is not a difficult job, by any means, it just has to sit there feeding electricity into my laptop. I mean, COME ON!

So, FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY and way too freakin’ long after the problem began, Brian contacted Dell on Sunday, which is just a swell day to contact Dell, should you feel like sitting on hold for a very long time. They said they could either send someone to our house, per our warranty, or send the part. Since I have a faithful computer administrator right here in this here home, Brian opted to have the new part, a motherboard, delivered to our home.
Which is not here, yet. And by the way, I find it to be not surprising at all that the piece of hardware that controls EVERY aspect of EVERY computer is called a MOTHERboard.

Of course it is.

I know we just called on Sunday and today is only Tuesday and yesterday was a holiday, but I do not have any patience whatsoever when it comes to technical problems with my laptop. Just ask my computer administrator. Actually, he’ll tell you I don’t have patience for anything, so don’t ask him. He’s just a troublemaker.

Anyway, I can either type this blog with one hand while holding my power cord in just the right way, my left arm stretched around the computer, or I better get off of this thing and watch something on TV.

I think I’ll lean towards watching TV.

Don’t worry. I’ll eat some ice cream, too.

Why women?

August 22nd, 2007

Don’t we have enough on our plates?

Cleaning the house. Bathing the kids. Work. Deadlines. Bills. Buying the groceries. The nutritional content of everything that goes into your children’s mouths. And yours. And maybe your husbands. Doctor’s appointments. Dentist appointments. Cooking dinner (or at least having it delivered at a decent hour.) Sex. School clothes. Homework. Haircuts. Holidays.

Laundry.

and so much more.

All of this and we are supposed to teach our children to be polite, loving and respectful individuals.

All of this on our plate.

And I can accept that. Happily. I love the role of being a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter.

But I hate my period. Do you hate yours? It just so happens that Aunt Flo and her associates are visiting me RIGHT NOW and I can’t help but feel anger about the fact that we woman do so much as it is, do we really have to have cramps that feel like they are going to rip your uterus apart? Or the aching lower back pain that makes it even more uncomfortable to sit and fold laundry?

The increased fatigued? The water weight?

The moodiness.

I mean, seriously, can’t we work something out that our husbands can take on our periods for say, 3 months of the year?

Can you imagine the drama? The heating pads? The complaining if men were to have a period?

I think I now know why women.

and it sucks.

Running Scared

August 13th, 2007

It has been such a strange night. You know those nights that are so
totally different from what you usually do, a night that really shakes
things up.

At 5:00 tonight I receive an e-mail from my dear friend Lynette about
going to the 5K location to set a route for the Family Fun Walk, she
wants to know if we can go tonight. Since we were having difficulty
coordinating our schedules, I said yes. Even though that meant not
mowing the lawn or folding the laundry that was sitting on my bed and
that it also meant not having to listen to the kids scream and yell all
night long. She twisted my arm.

I’m all about sacrifices.

Brian came home from work and we ate dinner. Lynette picked me up and we headed out
to the location. We walked the route, which came to about 1.2 miles.
It was a lovely and very cool evening here in Indiana. Then I asked
her if she wanted to go around one more time, cause you know, the
exercise is so good for us and so is being away from the screaming and
yelling children.

Get this. She says "only if we run it." I was like, "okay." Cause
that meant staying away from the loud offspring. (and I totally knew I
was going to run a few steps and either start walking or feign a twisted
ankle.) So we start running it and after about .022 miles I say, I
quit, let’s walk. And then she grew horns and she said "DON’T STOP.
IT FEELS GOOD. KEEP RUNNING." And I agreed to continue because I was
scared and she can totally beat me up.

We continued to run. and run. and run. I felt a little like Forrest Gump, minus
the crew cut and the chocolates and I don’t quite remember Forrest breathing quite as
heavy as I was, but whatever. I was DYING Y’ALL. But Devil Lynette
didn’t care. Even as I was dropping the F-bomb, she wouldn’t stop
running. She was saying things like "YOU CAN DO IT!" and "YOU ARE
DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB" and "DOESN’T IT FEEL GOOD." (which if feeling
like a Ford pick-up is sitting on your chest feels good, than I felt
great.) Then I told her that since I’m running so much we are GOING TO
THE STORE AND BUYING QUESO BECAUSE I’M OUT AND I’M GOING TO DIE RIGHT
NOW. She agreed that we could stop and buy queso.

And then 30 seconds later I said I was done. "I quit, I can’t die
tonight, not tonight. Not with all that laundry on my bed." And she
said "IF YOU STOP AGAIN WE ARE NOT BUYING QUESO."

I know what you’re thinking. "I KNOW SHE DI’INT."

She did. She pulled the nachos card.

And it worked like a charm. I never stopped again. Until the end when I collapsed on the ground after sprinting.

Then I came home and I got into the shower, it was while in the shower
that I realized my razor is somewhere, not in the shower, I could not
remember where. For the first time in eight years of marriage I used
my husband’s razor. And wouldn’t you know my legs are smooth as silk?

What is up with that? Why does my razor for women suck? I came out of
the shower and asked Brian to feel my legs (which is totally second
base when you’re married.) And he was like "VERY NICE!" I said "I
used your razor."

To which he replied: "That’s kinda rude."

To which I replied, "well it was either that or not shaving at all. and
feel just how lovely my legs feel." So he did which meant he made it to second twice in one night. And he agreed I made the right choice by using his razor.

And then I ate my nachos with queso.

Smooth and achy legs n’ all.

Feeling the love

August 8th, 2007

Wii had a great time celebrating our anniversary yesterday. Thanks to everyone for your well wishes, wii appreciate it so much! Then wii took the kids out to dinner, because nothing says Happy Anniversary! like taking your kids out to dinner with you. No biggie. Wii like our kids.

Brian and I typically do not exchange gifts for our anniversary. Just flowers, cards, etc. But this year I wanted to do something really nice for him since he’s so nice and because he let me upgrade the camera wii just purchased last October, wii bought the new one last week and sold my "old" one to my friend Lynette, which worked out well for both of us, I do believe. And I picked up a new Kenneth Cole handbag that is too cute, which I deemed an "anniversary gift from Brian." I’m thoughtful like that, I mean, he hates to shop so I was just trying to save him from the madness of shopping. or something.

Anyway, back to him.

I went all out y’all. Can you guess what he got?

Yep! A Wii! You’re so smart.

It’s quite a game, I have to say. First of all, he plays really close to where I sit and eat nachos and one too many times have I thought he was either going to knock my queso to the ground or give me a black eye. I’m not sure which I’d prefer.

Secondly, you can imagine how romantic our night was once he opened the box and began to play. I mean, with all the golf, boxing, bowling, tennis and baseball, it was a full night. for him. I just sat at my trusty old laptop and downloaded songs for my iPod. Workout songs. Because I am still working out. Aside from the weekend I have worked out everyday and I am LOVING IT.

Can you believe it?

My sister has challenged me, and I promise I will go into more detail very soon, because it really is very interesting. Really. But let’s just say if someone had told me even one week ago that I would accept anything with the words "challenge" or "100 miles" in it, I would have laughed. Really hard.

But instead of laughing, I put my game face on. Because IT. IS .ON. "BRING IT!" I say. and by "it" I mean, something with chocolate and ice cream. and maybe whipped cream. And brownies.

Speaking of food…I’m just gaining weight. Although I have been more aware of my eating than I have been in a long time. Everyone says it’s because I am building muscle. I do hope that’s why. I feel so good since working out that right now I really don’t care about what the scale says. For now, that is. So, for my weigh-in this week, I am up 1.3 lbs, but I’m so much healthier now than I was last week.

And that’s what it’s all about, right?

Anybody have any ideas how many calories can be burned by playing Wii. By the looks of the sweat and the sound of the curse words, I’d say a lot.

And I leave you with a picture of my anniversary flowers, because how could I not show you? You’re my best friend!

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