Things are calming back into a state of erratic normalcy. That is to say that things are going back to normal for us. Collin is halfway through his final term, the move went fantastically, and we are two weeks away from the half marathon (which I am feeling pretty awesome about).
Last weekend we got everything moved in and mostly unpacked. The craziest part is that this place feels more like "home" than our other place did. Not sure why.... We have most everything unpacked; just a few odds and ends still in the garage that need to find their homes. Some of them will stay in the garage, we just need to invest in some shelving racks for them.
I have finally decided to upgrade from my laptop (it's only about six years old...), but instead of replacing it with another laptop I will be getting a new desktop. I will keep the laptop for its portability but truly a desktop makes more sense for the type of user I am. More often than not I use my laptop at a table or desk; I'm really not to keen on balancing it on my lap. The following is the specs for my new machine (she is yet to be named) for all the wonderful nerds in my life:
CPU: AMD FX-6100 Zambezi 3.3GHz Socket AM3+ 95W Six-Core Desktop Processor FD6100WMGUSBX
GPU: XFX HD-657X-CNF2 Radeon HD 6570 2GB 128-bit DDR3 PCI Express 2.1 x16 HDCP Ready Video Card
Memory: G.SKILL Ripjaws Series 4GB (2 x 2GB) 240-Pin DDR3 SDRAM DDR3 1600 (PC3 12800) Desktop Memory Model F3-12800CL9D-4GBRL
Storage: Seagate Barracuda Green ST1500DL003 1.5TB 5900 RPM SATA 6.0Gb/s 3.5" Internal Hard Drive -Bare Drive
MOBO: GIGABYTE GA-880GM-D2H (REV. 3.1) AM3+ AMD 880G HDMI Micro ATX AMD Motherboard
She may not be the best or fastest ship in the universe but she is (will be) mine. There will most certainly be pictures once she is completed, and hopefully by that time I will have a name for her. And yes, she must be named... If I name my stapler at work I best name my machine at home.
Yesterday we completed thirteen miles only skipping a couple running intervals up the last hill or two (our calves were starting to cramp) and we did it within the time frame we needed to. This has me feeling very confident about my ability to complete our first half. It wasn't necessarily "easy" but it was doable. The only thing that really made me suffer at all was the idiotic compulsion to chug a half a glass of frigid, ice cold water right after arriving home. This made every muscle in my abdomen cramp to the point I almost vomited. I ended up having to lay down for about an hour for my muscles to relax and the nausea to go away. Today I am still a little sore; muscles tearing themselves apart and rebuilding themselves will do that I guess, but that's why I am taking in a ton of protein and water.
During our run yesterday we had a couple of awesome moments. One, I came up with an awesome t-shirt idea that I want to get made after we complete our first half marathon (sorry, but I am going to leave you hanging until after the race and the t-shirt is made). Two, we saw a family of ducks with the super cute, adorable, snuggly little ducklings. And three, Collin had that philosophical epiphany moment in our run that the last x distance beyond the furthest you've gone before is the hardest. I must say he is fairly correct in that.
If you asked me a year ago to complete a half marathon I probably would have laughed in your face. My, how things change in such a short amount of time. If it weren't for a couple of amazing people we are lucky enough to have as friends there is no way we would have come this far. They know who they are; they are the ones who invited us to "tag along" to their group and see what it was like. I think back to a year ago when walking five miles was insane, and then flash forward to the present and I am truly amazed and humbled by the experience and the change. I also have to give praise to the insane trainer/coach who thought we could do a half this soon... Still not sure how I let him talk us into this, but I am forever grateful that he saw this potential in us. I know we can do this.
In other adventurous news, Collin and I are planning a road trip for the first part of October. I can't wait! We are taking a week off from work and driving out to Nebraska, where we hope to spend a couple days visiting Collin's family. It is sure to be an emotional and exciting trip, but we are really looking forward to it. I plan to be posting like crazy from my phone. It is still a few months away, but me being me I am already planning the routes and figuring where we will stay. Due to Ricky's age and his tendency to chug versus sip his fuel we are looking into renting a more fuel economic car, possibly a hybrid. The cost of the rental would work out to be about what we would spend on gas in Ricky for one leg of the trip. Our goal is to leave here on a Friday right after work and be in Nebraska by Sunday afternoon; sleeping in Ontario, Oregon Friday night for a few hours and then spending Saturday night in Laramie, Wyoming. It should be quite an adventure (especially for someone who has never been outside of Oregon and Washington)!!
Phew, I am glad I finally took the time to post on here. My brain was beginning to overload with gunk that I wanted to post. Now that I have most of the big stuff out the other interesting stuff can start seeping out of my pores like awesome glowing ooze.
Hummus.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Spectacular Saturday and Super-Productive Sunday
This whole weekend has been pretty darn amazing. As I type I have rice cooking and sauce simmering; working to get a head start on what is slated to be a busy, busy week. But before diving into the forecast ahead let's back track to this past weekend, beginning with Friday.
I moved almost everything (except the desks, chairs, file cabinet and empty boxes) out of the nerd domicile and into the garage. I also moved everything that was up in the guest room (except the futon). I am trying to consolidate everything as much as possible.
Saturday we climbed out of bed (a little unwillingly but...) bright and early, had breakfast, and loaded groceries for dad into the truck. We picked up spice drops for dad, got gas, and the ever important coffee, and made our way to the coast. We took dad into town and visited with him for a bit. And then played tourist in town. It's always kind of fun to play tourist and just meander around the mall and the shops "downtown."
At the mall we popped into Old Navy where I scored a couple of adorable tops uber cheap. Then we made our way over to downtown Lincoln City. We moseyed around the cutesy tourist traps and happened upon a little body jewelry shop called SpeakEasy. I spied some fantastic oven mitts (I need some new ones) so we went in and perused their wares. We found an awesome shower curtain and I jumped on it. We need one for the master bath at the new place and this one was totally us! There will eventually be a picture of it... Somewhere... Like after we are moved. From here we meandered with a touristy shuffle to the corner of 15th and Hwy 101. Here we found mecca.
Deli 101. One word to describe it? Awesomedeliciousyummyspectacularcra-mazinglywonderful! Great atmosphere and totally one of a kind. I had the Taby sandwich; bacon (super awesome thick cut perfectly crisp!!), turkey (no skimping on the meat), lettuce, tomato, onions, avocado, and this amazing spicy grainy mustard on the perfect crusty baguette. DELICIOUS! Next time I am totally trying a panini. Collin got the Sissy panini and LOVED it. Next time we are going to get each get something different and share... I was a little greedy yesterday and didn't think to do this. LOL. I also got to visit with my K while we were there, AND we tried this fabulous delight called an Oregon Joy. Imagine a soft chewy fluffy cookie that is basically a de-constructed Almond Joy bar and that's what we had. IT. WAS. AWESOME. I am thinking I will become a bi-weekly regular when we go to Lincoln City to check on dad. Okay, screw thinking, I KNOW I will...
After eating and visiting for a few we decided it was time to cruise on home. On the ride home I was feeling antsy (we had skipped our Saturday morning run in order to get to the coast early and planned to do it today instead) and just wanted to go for a run. So, when we got home at six thirty we swapped outfits and went for a nice three point six mile run. I am so glad we did. I felt fantastic afterwards. We then had a nom-ilicious dinner of sourdough grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Today has been an extremely productive day. I packed two more boxes, and moved seven more boxes into the garage. All that's left to pack are the dishes, the basic kitchen necessities, our bathroom stuff and our clothing. We have managed to find ANOTHER load worth of stuff for Goodwill. We took Collin's used and abused dresser, my two winter coats (I have accepted the fact I would be swimming in them by the time I need to wear a winter coat again), one of Collin's winter coats, and a bunch of old shoes that are two big and we can't wear them anymore. Oh, and the over the toilet shelf thingy we had. We really won't need it with all the storage at the new place. As I said at the top of the post, I cooked rice for Wednesday and made sauce for tomorrow.
This next week is pretty stacked:
Monday: work, run, dinner and school work for Collin.
Tuesday: work, grocery shopping, dinner, hockey game on TV, and school work for Collin.
Wednesday: work, run, dinner, and (you guessed it!) school work for Collin.
Thursday: work, get deposit/rent cashier's checks, bowling with work gang/hockey game on TV, dinner, and school work for Collin (are you seeing the theme here??).
Friday: work, lease signing!!!!!, dinner, and school work for Collin (hopefully he will almost be done for the week...).
Saturday (aka torture-day!!): TWELVE AND A HALF MILE RUN, and curl up and die.
Okay, so we know we will be fine on the run. It will be great, as long as I don't fall.... Halfway through... Like on the eleven mile run. The rest of next weekend will be taking boxes to the new place and packing the rest of this house. Should be a blast!
Lasagne!
I moved almost everything (except the desks, chairs, file cabinet and empty boxes) out of the nerd domicile and into the garage. I also moved everything that was up in the guest room (except the futon). I am trying to consolidate everything as much as possible.
Saturday we climbed out of bed (a little unwillingly but...) bright and early, had breakfast, and loaded groceries for dad into the truck. We picked up spice drops for dad, got gas, and the ever important coffee, and made our way to the coast. We took dad into town and visited with him for a bit. And then played tourist in town. It's always kind of fun to play tourist and just meander around the mall and the shops "downtown."
At the mall we popped into Old Navy where I scored a couple of adorable tops uber cheap. Then we made our way over to downtown Lincoln City. We moseyed around the cutesy tourist traps and happened upon a little body jewelry shop called SpeakEasy. I spied some fantastic oven mitts (I need some new ones) so we went in and perused their wares. We found an awesome shower curtain and I jumped on it. We need one for the master bath at the new place and this one was totally us! There will eventually be a picture of it... Somewhere... Like after we are moved. From here we meandered with a touristy shuffle to the corner of 15th and Hwy 101. Here we found mecca.
Deli 101. One word to describe it? Awesomedeliciousyummyspectacularcra-mazinglywonderful! Great atmosphere and totally one of a kind. I had the Taby sandwich; bacon (super awesome thick cut perfectly crisp!!), turkey (no skimping on the meat), lettuce, tomato, onions, avocado, and this amazing spicy grainy mustard on the perfect crusty baguette. DELICIOUS! Next time I am totally trying a panini. Collin got the Sissy panini and LOVED it. Next time we are going to get each get something different and share... I was a little greedy yesterday and didn't think to do this. LOL. I also got to visit with my K while we were there, AND we tried this fabulous delight called an Oregon Joy. Imagine a soft chewy fluffy cookie that is basically a de-constructed Almond Joy bar and that's what we had. IT. WAS. AWESOME. I am thinking I will become a bi-weekly regular when we go to Lincoln City to check on dad. Okay, screw thinking, I KNOW I will...
After eating and visiting for a few we decided it was time to cruise on home. On the ride home I was feeling antsy (we had skipped our Saturday morning run in order to get to the coast early and planned to do it today instead) and just wanted to go for a run. So, when we got home at six thirty we swapped outfits and went for a nice three point six mile run. I am so glad we did. I felt fantastic afterwards. We then had a nom-ilicious dinner of sourdough grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Today has been an extremely productive day. I packed two more boxes, and moved seven more boxes into the garage. All that's left to pack are the dishes, the basic kitchen necessities, our bathroom stuff and our clothing. We have managed to find ANOTHER load worth of stuff for Goodwill. We took Collin's used and abused dresser, my two winter coats (I have accepted the fact I would be swimming in them by the time I need to wear a winter coat again), one of Collin's winter coats, and a bunch of old shoes that are two big and we can't wear them anymore. Oh, and the over the toilet shelf thingy we had. We really won't need it with all the storage at the new place. As I said at the top of the post, I cooked rice for Wednesday and made sauce for tomorrow.
This next week is pretty stacked:
Monday: work, run, dinner and school work for Collin.
Tuesday: work, grocery shopping, dinner, hockey game on TV, and school work for Collin.
Wednesday: work, run, dinner, and (you guessed it!) school work for Collin.
Thursday: work, get deposit/rent cashier's checks, bowling with work gang/hockey game on TV, dinner, and school work for Collin (are you seeing the theme here??).
Friday: work, lease signing!!!!!, dinner, and school work for Collin (hopefully he will almost be done for the week...).
Saturday (aka torture-day!!): TWELVE AND A HALF MILE RUN, and curl up and die.
Okay, so we know we will be fine on the run. It will be great, as long as I don't fall.... Halfway through... Like on the eleven mile run. The rest of next weekend will be taking boxes to the new place and packing the rest of this house. Should be a blast!
Lasagne!
Monday, April 2, 2012
Falafel and Falling Outs
I wanted to post this last night, but there just weren't enough hours in the day. I almost didn't post again tonight. I wasn't quite there after cleaning the bathroom and taking the garbage out. Then I decided I needed to do this more than I needed to watch HGTV (Yea, it's been a horrible guilty pleasure of late). This is like my pensieve (a place to put all the thoughts that fill my head for my muggle minions!). It's been such a whirlwind the last two weeks, I am not sure what I have and haven't posted about. I know I posted about our awesome new place.
Another awesome thing is that I have dropped another pant size (I did post this on Facebook, but not here... I think...).
How does one explain to their parents why they want to help them when they can? Especially when the parents are stubborn and prideful (I know, the apple in relation to the distance from the tree, but that's not the point...). For all their faults in the past, I love both of my parents dearly, and if I had things my way neither of them would ever have to worry about anything. Ever. But as I am not independently wealthy, nor did I win the Mega Millions I can only do what is within my means. How to get them to let me is the issue. In the past few years I have seen too many people who are a part of my life lose a parent, and I cannot begin to imagine the pain of that loss. Just letting that thought enter my mind sends a frozen spike of fear and sadness straight through the core of my being. So without being so blunt, how do you convince stubborn prideful parents to shut up and let you do what you have the means to do to improve their lives? You just do it. That's what I spent Saturday doing. I took my mom shoe shopping and then went to run my dad around so he could take care of business. I know both of my siblings would be doing the same thing I am if everything in their lives permitted it.
So after parenting the parents for the day we made our way back home. On our way back we were trying to figure out what to pick up for dinner (we had plans but they fell through because we weren't able to make it back to town early enough). In an effort to finally start broadening our horizons I suggested Gyro House. A friend (and soon to be neighbor!!) has told me nothing but awesome things, so we thought why the heck not. OH-a-MY-a-GOD! It was sooo freaking good! I know I will be going back again and again! Since it was new to us we each got something different so we could split and share. We got a chicken gyro, a falafel gyro, and a hummus plate. It was all amazing! I am now ruined for all store bought hummus. The hummus they serve is so incredibly smooth and creamy.... Drooool.... I am thinking we will try new stuff each time we go there. Plus, the place is super close to us!
Sunday we got up and went for a great two mile run, and then came home for an awesome breakfast of french toast, eggs, and coffee. We watched some TV, and then decided to try our luck at shoe shopping again.
I have been trying to find a new pair of casual black shoes for everyday wearing. My only shoes other than my heels and running shoes are messed up because of the way my foot fell when I was heavier, and now they cause discomfort for my feet, legs and hips. I had been looking but no luck finding anything that I REALLY liked. We opted to go to Freddie's first, but nothing there was worth spending the money on. Then we went to Dutch Bros, and decided to try the Payless Shoes nearby, and we struck GOLD! I found exactly what I wanted. They are nice slip on black casual "sport" shoes, and are very minimalist in the sole (which I love!). I call them my ninja shoes because I feel like I could kick some ass in them, but be very quiet and sneaky about it!
We went to get gas after that and came home to nom on salads and the rest of our hummus with some pita chips. I spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning the kitchen, like every cabinet door, and every square inch of the counter. Better to space out the hardcore cleaning now and then I just need to wipe stuff down after we move out.
The only sad spot on the weekend is I had a falling out with someone. I hope that they are okay and know that they are loved. I hate not being able to trust people, and that's what it all boiled down to for me. Time and time again I have felt used and seen other people used by someone, so it makes it hard to believe their intentions are truthful and not malicious. I don't trust the person and probably got overly protective about stuff, but that's just who I am. Many times I seem to get likened to a Mama Bear. That's the person my life experiences has shaped me into. I trust my gut and my instinct. If something doesn't make sense; logically, realistically, or otherwise, I'm not buying. Someday I hope things will be better. The person knows how to contact me, but I don't think I want that until they are ready to be 100% honest with me. Right now I don't think that will happen, and I understand it.
Collin is in class tonight. He took the day off today for his mental health... I wish I could do the same. I feel like I am teetering on a precipice. One way and everything will work out; the other, it will all crumble. Mostly I guess it's me that will crumble... Maybe I will be able to squeeze an easy day out of the long weekend when we move... Maybe...
Okay, I think this has rambled on long enough, and I am beginning to internalize the conversation (as in I am not typing out the thoughts because they are unprocessed and would probably get messier than I am comfortable with). I think I deserve some HGTV now.
Pumpkin Pie.
Another awesome thing is that I have dropped another pant size (I did post this on Facebook, but not here... I think...).
How does one explain to their parents why they want to help them when they can? Especially when the parents are stubborn and prideful (I know, the apple in relation to the distance from the tree, but that's not the point...). For all their faults in the past, I love both of my parents dearly, and if I had things my way neither of them would ever have to worry about anything. Ever. But as I am not independently wealthy, nor did I win the Mega Millions I can only do what is within my means. How to get them to let me is the issue. In the past few years I have seen too many people who are a part of my life lose a parent, and I cannot begin to imagine the pain of that loss. Just letting that thought enter my mind sends a frozen spike of fear and sadness straight through the core of my being. So without being so blunt, how do you convince stubborn prideful parents to shut up and let you do what you have the means to do to improve their lives? You just do it. That's what I spent Saturday doing. I took my mom shoe shopping and then went to run my dad around so he could take care of business. I know both of my siblings would be doing the same thing I am if everything in their lives permitted it.
So after parenting the parents for the day we made our way back home. On our way back we were trying to figure out what to pick up for dinner (we had plans but they fell through because we weren't able to make it back to town early enough). In an effort to finally start broadening our horizons I suggested Gyro House. A friend (and soon to be neighbor!!) has told me nothing but awesome things, so we thought why the heck not. OH-a-MY-a-GOD! It was sooo freaking good! I know I will be going back again and again! Since it was new to us we each got something different so we could split and share. We got a chicken gyro, a falafel gyro, and a hummus plate. It was all amazing! I am now ruined for all store bought hummus. The hummus they serve is so incredibly smooth and creamy.... Drooool.... I am thinking we will try new stuff each time we go there. Plus, the place is super close to us!
Sunday we got up and went for a great two mile run, and then came home for an awesome breakfast of french toast, eggs, and coffee. We watched some TV, and then decided to try our luck at shoe shopping again.
I have been trying to find a new pair of casual black shoes for everyday wearing. My only shoes other than my heels and running shoes are messed up because of the way my foot fell when I was heavier, and now they cause discomfort for my feet, legs and hips. I had been looking but no luck finding anything that I REALLY liked. We opted to go to Freddie's first, but nothing there was worth spending the money on. Then we went to Dutch Bros, and decided to try the Payless Shoes nearby, and we struck GOLD! I found exactly what I wanted. They are nice slip on black casual "sport" shoes, and are very minimalist in the sole (which I love!). I call them my ninja shoes because I feel like I could kick some ass in them, but be very quiet and sneaky about it!
We went to get gas after that and came home to nom on salads and the rest of our hummus with some pita chips. I spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning the kitchen, like every cabinet door, and every square inch of the counter. Better to space out the hardcore cleaning now and then I just need to wipe stuff down after we move out.
The only sad spot on the weekend is I had a falling out with someone. I hope that they are okay and know that they are loved. I hate not being able to trust people, and that's what it all boiled down to for me. Time and time again I have felt used and seen other people used by someone, so it makes it hard to believe their intentions are truthful and not malicious. I don't trust the person and probably got overly protective about stuff, but that's just who I am. Many times I seem to get likened to a Mama Bear. That's the person my life experiences has shaped me into. I trust my gut and my instinct. If something doesn't make sense; logically, realistically, or otherwise, I'm not buying. Someday I hope things will be better. The person knows how to contact me, but I don't think I want that until they are ready to be 100% honest with me. Right now I don't think that will happen, and I understand it.
Collin is in class tonight. He took the day off today for his mental health... I wish I could do the same. I feel like I am teetering on a precipice. One way and everything will work out; the other, it will all crumble. Mostly I guess it's me that will crumble... Maybe I will be able to squeeze an easy day out of the long weekend when we move... Maybe...
Okay, I think this has rambled on long enough, and I am beginning to internalize the conversation (as in I am not typing out the thoughts because they are unprocessed and would probably get messier than I am comfortable with). I think I deserve some HGTV now.
Pumpkin Pie.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
No More Looking
We found an awesome place about two weeks ago. We made a move on it, saw it this past Monday, put in our applications, and were informed today it was ours! We start the move on the twenty first of April.
So the details...
I know we were looking for smaller, but we settled for bigger and more well planned space instead. It is also cheaper than what we pay now; not insanely cheaper but worth every penny of rent.
We found another three story, two bedroom two bathroom townhouse, but there are some amazing differences. With this place we will have a two car tandem garage with tons of room for storage and for Collin to have a little techie nerd work bench. At the back of the garage there is a door out onto an okay sized porch with a little fenced in "yard." The yard is pretty much NO maintenance which is cool, I am not sure what we would really do with it.
On the second floor is the kitchen, dining room, and living room. I LOVE the way the rooms are laid out. The living room has a gas fireplace and some built in shelves. The kitchen has a PANTRY!! So I can actually use my huge bookcase for books! Off the living room (which is in the back part of the townhouse) is a GINORMOUS deck. I can totally see a couple chairs and a table out there with our grill.
On the third floor is the washer and dryer and two huge bedrooms. The master has an attached bath and then the second is out in the hall right next to the second bedroom. There is a walk in closet in the master; which I am not sure what I will do with it having donated most of my clothes to Goodwill....
There is a ton of storage through out the place and it is only .7 miles from where we currently live, and that is .7 closer to my work and the Max. I am so glad we were able to find something in the area we have fallen in love with. Also, one of my really good friends from work lives like four houses away! So, we lose the nerd domicile/man cave (that really didn't get used), and all of our toilets are still on the third floor, but we gain roughly two hundred square feet for LESS than we pay NOW, and we stay in the area we love (and is convenient for our life right now). Oh, and did I mention we yet again managed to find something that backs to a park/green space. Yes, our views consist of gorgeous trees!
I am beyond happy and relieved. Lord willing, this will be the last time we move until we are ready to buy! I don't want to have to look at rentals again, next time I want it to be for something much more permanent.
I feel like I am missing some details but there will be pictures after the move. Distracted by dinner. We are celebrating.
Pizza!
So the details...
I know we were looking for smaller, but we settled for bigger and more well planned space instead. It is also cheaper than what we pay now; not insanely cheaper but worth every penny of rent.
We found another three story, two bedroom two bathroom townhouse, but there are some amazing differences. With this place we will have a two car tandem garage with tons of room for storage and for Collin to have a little techie nerd work bench. At the back of the garage there is a door out onto an okay sized porch with a little fenced in "yard." The yard is pretty much NO maintenance which is cool, I am not sure what we would really do with it.
On the second floor is the kitchen, dining room, and living room. I LOVE the way the rooms are laid out. The living room has a gas fireplace and some built in shelves. The kitchen has a PANTRY!! So I can actually use my huge bookcase for books! Off the living room (which is in the back part of the townhouse) is a GINORMOUS deck. I can totally see a couple chairs and a table out there with our grill.
On the third floor is the washer and dryer and two huge bedrooms. The master has an attached bath and then the second is out in the hall right next to the second bedroom. There is a walk in closet in the master; which I am not sure what I will do with it having donated most of my clothes to Goodwill....
There is a ton of storage through out the place and it is only .7 miles from where we currently live, and that is .7 closer to my work and the Max. I am so glad we were able to find something in the area we have fallen in love with. Also, one of my really good friends from work lives like four houses away! So, we lose the nerd domicile/man cave (that really didn't get used), and all of our toilets are still on the third floor, but we gain roughly two hundred square feet for LESS than we pay NOW, and we stay in the area we love (and is convenient for our life right now). Oh, and did I mention we yet again managed to find something that backs to a park/green space. Yes, our views consist of gorgeous trees!
I am beyond happy and relieved. Lord willing, this will be the last time we move until we are ready to buy! I don't want to have to look at rentals again, next time I want it to be for something much more permanent.
I feel like I am missing some details but there will be pictures after the move. Distracted by dinner. We are celebrating.
Pizza!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I Know...
Stress. It’s a known fact of life. Everyone has to deal with it.
It hollows you out and fills the empty husk with toxic sludge. It cracks a door for its cousins; guilt and fear. Stress opens a window to let in the chill air of depression. It cuts you down to nothing and makes you feel useless.
You do what you can to beat it back and hold it at bay, but it wears you out and robs you of sleep. And when it allows you to sleep it brings you visions of despair and hideous nightmares.
It feeds on your spirit and makes you feel weak. More often than not, by the time you realize what it has done to you, the recovery appears like Everest. You know it can be done and others before you have reached the peak. Stress whispers in your ear doubts and what-ifs. Finally something inside snaps and you break through.
A spark. A tiny hungry flame inside you ignites. You realize that the voice telling you this is an insurmountable task is the stress. It’s afraid. All its hard work has turned on it. A warm breeze blows, bringing the scent warm sun, grass, and that earthy smell of spring.
It’s not easy, but you find the strength. You struggle. Somehow, that flame is now an inferno. You burn your way out of the rut. With a fiery desire you turn the stress into action and planning. You are the stronger of the two.
Let go.
You can achieve it all if you just let go.
Remind me to read this next time. There is always a next time. I am sure some times will be bigger and harder than others, but this will always be a constant.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Bridges Are Looking Tempting...
Want to know what I hate more than moving?
Bitching about looking for a new place.
It's true. I hate it. But I am going to do it anyways.
This shit is getting old. It just kills me seeing THREE ideal properties, and having to wait it out. I know I would be wasting my time even contacting them at this point since all of them are available NOW. Patience is slipping away from me.
The alternative of course is to not look until we get closer... Lesson learned, that doesn't work either. There was this other townhouse we had eyeballed the listing for but it was above what we originally were looking for price-wise when I still had the miser goggles on. It was in a perfect location and good size, cheaper than what we pay now, and it wasn't going to be available until mid- April... Yea, it's not listed anymore...
I need to cut up the brownies for work tomorrow... Probably should taste test them with Collin... Don't want to take mediocre goodies to work. LOL.
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Done. And I did the dishes!
This last weekend we skipped out on the running group. It was Magic Mile. We spent Saturday sleeping in, and then sleeping more. Seriously, we took a two odd hour nap after being up for about four or five hours. I think we needed it. With his schooling, and everything else we desperately needed a break from it. We did accomplish some stuff though. We spent a couple hours going through more stuff that needed to go to Goodwill. Which is where we went Sunday. Twice. A Ricky was loaded to the gills both times. It was kind of nice to get rid of more stuff. Our bikes have also found new homes. Mine to a good friend at work and Collin's went to Goodwill.
Monday I did something to tweak or pinch my sciatic nerve so about a quarter mile into our run I couldn't run anymore. We walked for a bit more and then cut it short and made our way home. It was actually quite frustrating. I wish I knew what I did to it. Today it is mostly feeling better, but as to not further derail any training we are only walking after work this week.
I am trying to save myself for when it counts at this point, which in this case the distance run on Saturday is when I really want to be able to run. We are slated for eight miles this weekend. This run will be tied with the furthest we have walked since starting the program last year.
I am excited, which sounds a little sick, I know. Especially when you consider that it is ALL uphill from here. Not literally, but distance wise.
I am getting sleepy and distracted so I should go before I start babbling nonsense that is more nonsensical than what I normally babble about... LOL... So before you say anything about glaring grammatical errors or misspellings, know that I am half asleep and this is taking me forever to type so I have no intentions of proofing it. Bite me.
Cornbread.
Bitching about looking for a new place.
It's true. I hate it. But I am going to do it anyways.
This shit is getting old. It just kills me seeing THREE ideal properties, and having to wait it out. I know I would be wasting my time even contacting them at this point since all of them are available NOW. Patience is slipping away from me.
The alternative of course is to not look until we get closer... Lesson learned, that doesn't work either. There was this other townhouse we had eyeballed the listing for but it was above what we originally were looking for price-wise when I still had the miser goggles on. It was in a perfect location and good size, cheaper than what we pay now, and it wasn't going to be available until mid- April... Yea, it's not listed anymore...
I need to cut up the brownies for work tomorrow... Probably should taste test them with Collin... Don't want to take mediocre goodies to work. LOL.
*~*~*~*~*~* (you know this == intermission music at this point, right?)*~*~*~*~*~*~
Done. And I did the dishes!
This last weekend we skipped out on the running group. It was Magic Mile. We spent Saturday sleeping in, and then sleeping more. Seriously, we took a two odd hour nap after being up for about four or five hours. I think we needed it. With his schooling, and everything else we desperately needed a break from it. We did accomplish some stuff though. We spent a couple hours going through more stuff that needed to go to Goodwill. Which is where we went Sunday. Twice. A Ricky was loaded to the gills both times. It was kind of nice to get rid of more stuff. Our bikes have also found new homes. Mine to a good friend at work and Collin's went to Goodwill.
Monday I did something to tweak or pinch my sciatic nerve so about a quarter mile into our run I couldn't run anymore. We walked for a bit more and then cut it short and made our way home. It was actually quite frustrating. I wish I knew what I did to it. Today it is mostly feeling better, but as to not further derail any training we are only walking after work this week.
I am trying to save myself for when it counts at this point, which in this case the distance run on Saturday is when I really want to be able to run. We are slated for eight miles this weekend. This run will be tied with the furthest we have walked since starting the program last year.
I am excited, which sounds a little sick, I know. Especially when you consider that it is ALL uphill from here. Not literally, but distance wise.
I am getting sleepy and distracted so I should go before I start babbling nonsense that is more nonsensical than what I normally babble about... LOL... So before you say anything about glaring grammatical errors or misspellings, know that I am half asleep and this is taking me forever to type so I have no intentions of proofing it. Bite me.
Cornbread.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Changing The Game
Or maybe it's the plan...
As much as I want to be a miser and hole away money and pay shit off fast so we can hole away money, I am thinking I will have to be a little more flexible to find a place like what we want...
We were supposed to go see two communities today after work, but after I told Collin how rude one had been on the phone he didn't even want to give them the time of day. I don't blame him. The chick was a bitch about it like we were taking time away from her by coming in for a quick chat and maybe a partial tour of the community. If that's how they treat potential residents how nice do you think they are to the people who already live there?
We did see the other one though. I wish it was more of what I had imagined it to be because the price was dead on for what the stingy bitch inside of me was looking for. Key word being was. It was poorly laid out and everything was beyond dated... Plus there was very little natural light. Also, the pack of kids running around and screaming like little psychopaths was a big turn-off for me. Yea, I was saddened by this tour, but not too much. It gave me much needed perspective on what I want out of our next place. If this means we pay closer to what we are paying now (but still less!!!) to get better quality so be it.
After I post this I intend to resume the hunt, but with new, less miserly eyes. Wish me luck... It's March first and that scares the crap out of me...
Another thing that pissed me off at the place we did see: the dude who gave us the tour kept calling Collin, Carl. AND we had to keep telling him over and over when we were hoping to move in! And I mean like at least four or five times... At one point he even tried to correct me when I said our current lease ended April 30th, he's like, "You mean March 31st." And I said, "No, our lease ends at the end of April which is why we would like to start moving in the weekend before the last weekend of April so we can take our time."
Yea, after the shit day I had at work I was not in the mood. Plus I don't think I would like coming home to that place after a shitty day at work. I'm sure it's a nice place, and it is totally affordable, but it's not the right place for us.
So here I go again (on my own! Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter I was born to walk alone....). Please tell me you see the funny in this... If not then I know my parents messed me up more than I thought... Google it.
Crimini Mushrooms.
As much as I want to be a miser and hole away money and pay shit off fast so we can hole away money, I am thinking I will have to be a little more flexible to find a place like what we want...
We were supposed to go see two communities today after work, but after I told Collin how rude one had been on the phone he didn't even want to give them the time of day. I don't blame him. The chick was a bitch about it like we were taking time away from her by coming in for a quick chat and maybe a partial tour of the community. If that's how they treat potential residents how nice do you think they are to the people who already live there?
We did see the other one though. I wish it was more of what I had imagined it to be because the price was dead on for what the stingy bitch inside of me was looking for. Key word being was. It was poorly laid out and everything was beyond dated... Plus there was very little natural light. Also, the pack of kids running around and screaming like little psychopaths was a big turn-off for me. Yea, I was saddened by this tour, but not too much. It gave me much needed perspective on what I want out of our next place. If this means we pay closer to what we are paying now (but still less!!!) to get better quality so be it.
After I post this I intend to resume the hunt, but with new, less miserly eyes. Wish me luck... It's March first and that scares the crap out of me...
Another thing that pissed me off at the place we did see: the dude who gave us the tour kept calling Collin, Carl. AND we had to keep telling him over and over when we were hoping to move in! And I mean like at least four or five times... At one point he even tried to correct me when I said our current lease ended April 30th, he's like, "You mean March 31st." And I said, "No, our lease ends at the end of April which is why we would like to start moving in the weekend before the last weekend of April so we can take our time."
Yea, after the shit day I had at work I was not in the mood. Plus I don't think I would like coming home to that place after a shitty day at work. I'm sure it's a nice place, and it is totally affordable, but it's not the right place for us.
So here I go again (on my own! Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter I was born to walk alone....). Please tell me you see the funny in this... If not then I know my parents messed me up more than I thought... Google it.
Crimini Mushrooms.
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