We do not fight or argue much about big things. Now do not get me wrong, we have our fair share of bickering and eye rolling, but the tone of our relationship is laughter.
Our upcoming "wedding" in August might be the death of us. So much so that at the dinner table at Christmas, I told his family it was not happening.
We share our opinions on everything. We discuss everything.
When I ask him about invitiations or pretty much anything, his response, "I do not want to talk about it now". When I told him our wedding budget would run around $12,000, he almost fell off his chair. And actually did fall off his chair when I told him they consider this "cheap" these days.
After telling his family and my family that I didn't want a wedding because I do not want to either 1) kill him or 2) divorce him, I become convinced it would not happen.
His mom took the afternoon off of work and asked me to run a few errands. She took me to a bridal boutique to try on dresses and a stationary place to look through invitations. She told me she wanted to help out anyway she could money wise, decoration wise, anything wise.
She said, "I wanted your heart to smile again in regards to your wedding day".
I am beginning to realize he will not have much of an opinion in regards to our wedding and I am ok with it. However, tonight I mentioned no need for a honeymoon and he chimed in that he wanted to go somewhere and he would want to take care of that.
Looks like the show will go on afterall, but it will be a long seven months.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Grateful.
Christmas shopping is done....bouncing back and forth between the families is also done. And today as a result of the chaos of the past two weeks, I did not get out of my PJs until 5pm, only to put my workout clothes on for a quick workout.
Why the chaos? Well two weeks ago, I found out my job is promoting me to manager. More money, more hours, and more responsibility after only 11 weeks of working there. And the icing on the cake...I still get to workout and train my women, just more paperwork.
I feel so incredibly blessed this holiday. I absolutely love being with him, love my job, and love our families. Who could ask for more?
Why the chaos? Well two weeks ago, I found out my job is promoting me to manager. More money, more hours, and more responsibility after only 11 weeks of working there. And the icing on the cake...I still get to workout and train my women, just more paperwork.
I feel so incredibly blessed this holiday. I absolutely love being with him, love my job, and love our families. Who could ask for more?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Gifts from Afghanistan
We received all of his tough boxes from Afghanistan yesterday. This morning he bribed me with donuts to help him sort through it all. I even allowed this ACU bomb to explode in my kitchen.
He kept repeating to the girls, "Who is suprised mommy is not freaking out yet? I am, I am"
He kept repeating to the girls, "Who is suprised mommy is not freaking out yet? I am, I am"
I think I am surprised too.
Friday, December 11, 2009
My Life in Pictures
If the past three weeks went as fast as any three weeks during the year long deployment...let's just say time would fly by a lot faster. I do not know where the time has gone. Its been three weeks since his homecoming ceremony. I've neglected my blog and figured the only way for me to catch up would be through pictures.
I still have been doing a lot of this since his return, actually probably more of it:
They added quite a bit of responsibility in the past month, which means I open a lot more. Waking up at 4:45am most mornings results in a lot of this:
Since I was a "good little wife", he bought me one of these. And let's just say my life has not been the same. Best buy ever:
And you would think he would be sick of his company, after spending a year with just them, but oh no, we do everything together. Including picking up some of them at their 2am Homecoming Ceremony:
On Wednesday we celebrated one year of martial bliss. Of course the first year gift is paper and my hubby knows me better than anyone. Nashville Predators hockey tickets. Three rows back, center ice and not to mention the game ended in a shootout. The most exciting thing in sports:
I've been so tired lately and might have been a little careless with the pill. So a few days ago, I swore up and down I was with child. This morning, I saw this:
Life is good, but so busy. The funny thing is, if you asked me what I've been busy with, I would answer besides work, spending almost every waking moment with him. Its a good kind of busy, a wonderful kind actually.
I still have been doing a lot of this since his return, actually probably more of it:
They added quite a bit of responsibility in the past month, which means I open a lot more. Waking up at 4:45am most mornings results in a lot of this:
Since I was a "good little wife", he bought me one of these. And let's just say my life has not been the same. Best buy ever:
And you would think he would be sick of his company, after spending a year with just them, but oh no, we do everything together. Including picking up some of them at their 2am Homecoming Ceremony:
On Wednesday we celebrated one year of martial bliss. Of course the first year gift is paper and my hubby knows me better than anyone. Nashville Predators hockey tickets. Three rows back, center ice and not to mention the game ended in a shootout. The most exciting thing in sports:
I've been so tired lately and might have been a little careless with the pill. So a few days ago, I swore up and down I was with child. This morning, I saw this:
Life is good, but so busy. The funny thing is, if you asked me what I've been busy with, I would answer besides work, spending almost every waking moment with him. Its a good kind of busy, a wonderful kind actually.
Friday, November 27, 2009
My Reintegration.
His family joked with me the day after his arrival that I should create a powerpoint slide with my OWN reintegration brief for him. After a week of having him back in my life, I am beginning to think its a great idea.
Slide 1: Dog Poop
Just because I did not pick it up every week while you were gone does not mean you do not have to pick it up every week. I had a lot on my plate with taking care of the house all by my lonesome. There are now two of us which means we can now do twice as much so you will now pick up the dog poop at least once a week
Slide 2: Feeding the Dogs
Our third dinner at home, we were all sitting at the kitchen table together. I glanced over at him and saw him handing big pieces of chicken to Daisy and Dakota. I almost fell off my chair.
WE DO NOT FEED THE DOGS TABLE FOOD! But if we do, we place it in their bowl, not hand it to them from the kitchen table. This creates bad habits.
Slide 3: Dishes
Once you are done eating your food, we place whatever dishware in the sink. I do not like playing "Guess where your cereal bowl is" every morning. One morning, no joke, found it on top of his dresser.
Slide 4: Cooking
I cooked for myself for one year. It might take me awhile to start cooking again for two, let alone cook anything besides in the microwave. Be patient, I am trying.
Slide 5: The Sheets
I did get use to sleeping diagonal in our bed and having all of the sheets. I might (will most definitely) steal the sheets for at least the first month. Again, be patient, I am trying.
Slide 6: Dirty Clothes
Nothing drives me crazy like dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. Since you are being so patient with me, I will be patient with you. I will allow you to throw your clothes wherever you like for the next few weeks. You were in a war zone and you are my hero, therefore I will ignore the clothes...for a little while then its Laundry Nazi time.
Slide 7: Survial
You might find a few, or many, things you do not or will not approve of that I did to either 1) fix things for the time being or 2) get by. I am apologizing for those now. It will simply my means of survial.
Slide 8: You
I absolutely love having you home. I love waking up to my best friend and love being able to talk to you about anything and everything every single day. I just wanted to remind you in case I sounded a little crazy in the previous 7 slides :)
Slide 1: Dog Poop
Just because I did not pick it up every week while you were gone does not mean you do not have to pick it up every week. I had a lot on my plate with taking care of the house all by my lonesome. There are now two of us which means we can now do twice as much so you will now pick up the dog poop at least once a week
Slide 2: Feeding the Dogs
Our third dinner at home, we were all sitting at the kitchen table together. I glanced over at him and saw him handing big pieces of chicken to Daisy and Dakota. I almost fell off my chair.
WE DO NOT FEED THE DOGS TABLE FOOD! But if we do, we place it in their bowl, not hand it to them from the kitchen table. This creates bad habits.
Slide 3: Dishes
Once you are done eating your food, we place whatever dishware in the sink. I do not like playing "Guess where your cereal bowl is" every morning. One morning, no joke, found it on top of his dresser.
Slide 4: Cooking
I cooked for myself for one year. It might take me awhile to start cooking again for two, let alone cook anything besides in the microwave. Be patient, I am trying.
Slide 5: The Sheets
I did get use to sleeping diagonal in our bed and having all of the sheets. I might (will most definitely) steal the sheets for at least the first month. Again, be patient, I am trying.
Slide 6: Dirty Clothes
Nothing drives me crazy like dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. Since you are being so patient with me, I will be patient with you. I will allow you to throw your clothes wherever you like for the next few weeks. You were in a war zone and you are my hero, therefore I will ignore the clothes...for a little while then its Laundry Nazi time.
Slide 7: Survial
You might find a few, or many, things you do not or will not approve of that I did to either 1) fix things for the time being or 2) get by. I am apologizing for those now. It will simply my means of survial.
Slide 8: You
I absolutely love having you home. I love waking up to my best friend and love being able to talk to you about anything and everything every single day. I just wanted to remind you in case I sounded a little crazy in the previous 7 slides :)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Best Deployment Advice
"These deployments actually do come to an end"- MG
If I wrote down every emotion I felt before and after I saw him, I could fill pages. When we walked in the door of our home and enjoyed time with our wonderful family and friends (including CLR), I felt incredibly blissful.
At 3am, I felt a large arm wrap around me, I kind of gasped in fear, then realized as he pulled me in a little closer this is my new normal. And even though he's been asleep for the past 5 hours and will probably sleep until tomorrow morning when he has to report for Day Two of reintegration, I am still so happy to have him back.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Surreal...
Tonight I am going to bed by myself (well my girls, as always, will be with me) for the last time this deployment. You know when people say, someone pinch me? I think I need something a little more painful because I am trying to comprehend the whole reality of this.
I am in a much better place compared to my pouting days earlier this week. My family is here...my parents, his parents, his sister, his grandmother, and his brother and new fiance. Right now I am loving life, but really do not believe its true.
I love that my ladies I train counted down the days with me and when they saw me today, their energy and genuine excitement put me in such a great place, but still do not think he is REALLY coming home to me.
One last step tomorrow. I am hoping for smooth sailing, I know those two words contradict the Army, but one can hope and keep hoping.
I am in a much better place compared to my pouting days earlier this week. My family is here...my parents, his parents, his sister, his grandmother, and his brother and new fiance. Right now I am loving life, but really do not believe its true.
I love that my ladies I train counted down the days with me and when they saw me today, their energy and genuine excitement put me in such a great place, but still do not think he is REALLY coming home to me.
One last step tomorrow. I am hoping for smooth sailing, I know those two words contradict the Army, but one can hope and keep hoping.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Pout
I am currently pouting. Yes, I know, WHY IN GOD'S NAME am I pouting? This will be my last Sunday night alone. I am 99% done, my donut says "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and family starts arriving Wednesday.
But here I am, for some reason being Mrs. Frumpy Pants.
He can calm me like no other. Looking back on this deployment I was incredibly blessed to have some kind of communication with him almost every single day. Yesterday he took the first step in his long journey back home to me and I knew my favorite nightly chats would stop for a bit.
But cmon, I get him in person in just days! STOP pouting already.
I kind of did the same thing before R&R. His three days of traveling, we did not talk once and I began pouting just like I am tonight.
BUT HE IS COMING HOME IN LESS THAN 130 HOURS.
I think ultimately I am afraid of our next chapter. This deployment brought us so much closer, closer than we have ever been in 10 years together. I loved the sweet messages and emails. I spent all day trying to remember what our life was like living together before the "big D". Did we fight a lot? Were we as sweet together as we are now? Did I appreciate him as much as I do now?
Will I be a good wife? I spent the last 11.5 months being on my own. I did well taking care of myself, but now I go back to taking care of him too.
And the icing on my pouty cake, a "friend" of ours from flight school, who also happens to be married messaged me this morning to tell me she ran into him and "gave him a BIG hug for me". Thanks sweetheart, but I can hug him just fine when he gets home. She's another post for another time.
Normally I do not feel like this, I do not really vent in my blog because I typically vent to him and he makes it magically better. I tell him everything. It would go something like this 1) I tell him all of the above concerns 2) He solves each one individually 3) Then makes me laugh until my mouth hurts for being so ridiculous.
I AM BEING RIDICULOUS.
I know in just a few short days I will be in his arms and it will feel like heaven on earth, but right now I am nervous, scared, and definitely pouting.
If you would ask me 345 days ago how I would feel at this time, never, ever would I imagine this, but right now I would love to have someone here to shake some sense into me.
But here I am, for some reason being Mrs. Frumpy Pants.
He can calm me like no other. Looking back on this deployment I was incredibly blessed to have some kind of communication with him almost every single day. Yesterday he took the first step in his long journey back home to me and I knew my favorite nightly chats would stop for a bit.
But cmon, I get him in person in just days! STOP pouting already.
I kind of did the same thing before R&R. His three days of traveling, we did not talk once and I began pouting just like I am tonight.
BUT HE IS COMING HOME IN LESS THAN 130 HOURS.
I think ultimately I am afraid of our next chapter. This deployment brought us so much closer, closer than we have ever been in 10 years together. I loved the sweet messages and emails. I spent all day trying to remember what our life was like living together before the "big D". Did we fight a lot? Were we as sweet together as we are now? Did I appreciate him as much as I do now?
Will I be a good wife? I spent the last 11.5 months being on my own. I did well taking care of myself, but now I go back to taking care of him too.
And the icing on my pouty cake, a "friend" of ours from flight school, who also happens to be married messaged me this morning to tell me she ran into him and "gave him a BIG hug for me". Thanks sweetheart, but I can hug him just fine when he gets home. She's another post for another time.
Normally I do not feel like this, I do not really vent in my blog because I typically vent to him and he makes it magically better. I tell him everything. It would go something like this 1) I tell him all of the above concerns 2) He solves each one individually 3) Then makes me laugh until my mouth hurts for being so ridiculous.
I AM BEING RIDICULOUS.
I know in just a few short days I will be in his arms and it will feel like heaven on earth, but right now I am nervous, scared, and definitely pouting.
If you would ask me 345 days ago how I would feel at this time, never, ever would I imagine this, but right now I would love to have someone here to shake some sense into me.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tagged!
The very sweet K-pod passed along an award and gave me this adorable award! Here are the rules:
1. You can only use one word!
2. Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers.
3. Alert them that you have given them this award!
4. Have Fun!
The Survey
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your hair? Blonde
3. Your mother? Bestest
4. Your father? Spoils
5. Your favorite food? Chocolate
6. Your dream last night? Work
7. Your favorite drink? Water
8. Your dream/goal? Successful
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Exercising
11. Your fear? Losing
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Him
13. Where were you last night? Gym
14. Something that you aren’t? Creative
15. Muffins? Banana
16. Wish list item? Clothes
17. Where did you grow up? The "Region"
18. Last thing you did? Blog
19. What are you wearing? Workout
20. Your TV? F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
21. Your pets? Two!
22. Friends? Fantastic
23. Your life? Waiting
24. Your mood? Anxious
25. Missing someone? Absolutely
26. Vehicle? Camry
27. Something you’re not wearing? Sneakers
28. Your favorite store? Target
29. Your favorite color? Black
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Hmmm
32. Your best friend? Smile
33. One place that I go to over and over? Home
34. One person who e-mails me regularly? MIL
35. Favorite place to eat? Sushi
Sadly I think everyone has been tagged because I waited so long :(
Saturday, November 7, 2009
End of an Era
As I am approaching the end of my first deployment, I am starting to realize a lot of things change as you reach the end. My first change...Super Jeni is leaving in less than a week.
Its bittersweet because I actually found myself wanted time to slow down (yes I know?!) time.
This Friday marked 47 weeks down. At week 2, after the holidays, I emailed a few girls whose husbands all left on the same night and said, let's start a weekly pot luck.
45 weeks later, with an exception of maybe 4 or 5 times, we met every week for dinner. It turned out to be exactly what I wanted it to be. Every week, no matter how we felt or how sad or overwhelmed deployment made us on that day, we met. It kind of turned into my deployment family.
Tonight was our last dinner together. Yes, I may actually be getting teary-eyed typing this.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
What yours is mine?
Another habit I probably should break before he comes home:
Our conversation today.
Him- When are you heading over to Leslie's?
Me- Probably around the time the trick or treaters show up since I forgot to buy candy.
Him- Haha, what? Are you going to hide from them?
Me- Yes that will be easy. I'll just hide in my room.
Him- Just hide in your room, huh? By any chance is that next to OUR room?
Me- Dang it!
I have been so use to saying my room, my house, my dogs and I do not mean to!
In other him news, I finally started the infamous "Donut of Misery" today. It read: 94% DONE! What a glorious time to start it :)
Our conversation today.
Him- When are you heading over to Leslie's?
Me- Probably around the time the trick or treaters show up since I forgot to buy candy.
Him- Haha, what? Are you going to hide from them?
Me- Yes that will be easy. I'll just hide in my room.
Him- Just hide in your room, huh? By any chance is that next to OUR room?
Me- Dang it!
I have been so use to saying my room, my house, my dogs and I do not mean to!
In other him news, I finally started the infamous "Donut of Misery" today. It read: 94% DONE! What a glorious time to start it :)
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I really love my...
One of my few vices I am finally saying out loud in this blog is my addiction to garbage magazines. I am pretty good about not buying them, but if I see one at a friends house or doctor's office, I am all over it.
I think US Weekly has a section called "I really love my...." then they show a ton of pictures of a certain celebrity either carrying the same purse, wearing the same jeans, etc.
With the weather getting cooler, I knew I liked my scarf, but looking through pictures, I am convinced I love that scarf.
Case and point:
Oh I definitely wear that thing a lot.
Any trends you notice in pictures? What do you really love?
Friday, October 23, 2009
So Close
Today, just a few short moments ago, I had my first, "No I really cannot do this without him here" moment. I subbed all day and am about to go circuit coach. I needed some energy and something healthy. I decided to make a protein shake in that stupid Magic Bullet.
I hate the Magic Bullet for many reasons. He loves it and everytime I beg for a stupid blender, he replies with some comment about how the Magic Bullet does everything. My hands are small and they do not fit completely around the top of it. Therefore, I get close several times to not opening my shakes.
This afternoon at approximately 2:45pm, I decided IT CANNOT BE OPENED and my delcious shake is in there. I attempted to open it for the past 15 minutes. And you know what really gets me, I am strong!
I am so angry right now, I tempted to chuck the Magic Bullet into the pool. Its now taunting me with the shake I cannot have.
Dear Magic Bullet,
If you make it to the end of this deployment, I will be VERY surpised.
In much brighter news, Sunday will mark the point where I am weeks away not months from his return. Its so close, but yet feels so far. Our AVON party comes home in days.
Secret Single Behaviors I need to break before then:
Sleeping with the television on
Sleeping diagonal in our bed
I still hate you Magic Bullet. The only thing you have going for you right now is that he likes you.
I hate the Magic Bullet for many reasons. He loves it and everytime I beg for a stupid blender, he replies with some comment about how the Magic Bullet does everything. My hands are small and they do not fit completely around the top of it. Therefore, I get close several times to not opening my shakes.
This afternoon at approximately 2:45pm, I decided IT CANNOT BE OPENED and my delcious shake is in there. I attempted to open it for the past 15 minutes. And you know what really gets me, I am strong!
I am so angry right now, I tempted to chuck the Magic Bullet into the pool. Its now taunting me with the shake I cannot have.
Dear Magic Bullet,
If you make it to the end of this deployment, I will be VERY surpised.
In much brighter news, Sunday will mark the point where I am weeks away not months from his return. Its so close, but yet feels so far. Our AVON party comes home in days.
Secret Single Behaviors I need to break before then:
Sleeping with the television on
Sleeping diagonal in our bed
I still hate you Magic Bullet. The only thing you have going for you right now is that he likes you.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
How Far We've Come
It really did not surprise me how much I was spoiled this weekend. I have wonderful friends and family and they really made my birthday special.
On Saturday, after a fun time with my family, I drove a half hour to visit with my BIL, Brian, and his girlfriend. My time spent with them put a huge smile on my face and warmed my heart.
A little sidenote on our relationship. Brian and I did not get along in the beginning. We were young (15 & 18) and immature when his brother and I started dating. He hated the "C&D" show as he called it. As a couple, his brother and I received a lot of attention and I blame a lot of that on WP. Not to mention, I was the outgoing, always talking, bubble of energy passing through their family. Although we definitely did not mean to, we made each other's lives miserable from time to time.
Well, we are older and wiser now. On the day of his grandfather's funeral nearly a month ago, I was curling my hair in the rather large "kid's bathroom" upstairs. Brian walked by and said, "Oh I can wait until you're done". I said nonsense, we have two large sinks and a huge mirror. So while Brian shaved, I curled my hair. We began talking about anything and everything for a good 15 minutes.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his mom and girlfriend standing in the doorway smiling at us. I have no idea how long they stood there, but we asked, why the stares? His mother smiled (on the day she was burying her dad) and said "You two have come so far, it just warms my heart". I of course made the jab, "Well Brian now knows he's stuck with me" and Brian laughed and jabbed back, "I am stuck with her, not by choice".
Flashforward to this weekend, Brian and his girlfriend made my birthday so special. They took me out for lobster, good wine, and an amazing dessert (my typical special date with the love of my life). He even ran out on Sunday morning to buy my favorite cream for my coffee and was the first person to wish me Happy Birthday that morning.
I love my relationship with him. I could have not said that a few years back, but I love that he is my family.
On Saturday, after a fun time with my family, I drove a half hour to visit with my BIL, Brian, and his girlfriend. My time spent with them put a huge smile on my face and warmed my heart.
A little sidenote on our relationship. Brian and I did not get along in the beginning. We were young (15 & 18) and immature when his brother and I started dating. He hated the "C&D" show as he called it. As a couple, his brother and I received a lot of attention and I blame a lot of that on WP. Not to mention, I was the outgoing, always talking, bubble of energy passing through their family. Although we definitely did not mean to, we made each other's lives miserable from time to time.
Well, we are older and wiser now. On the day of his grandfather's funeral nearly a month ago, I was curling my hair in the rather large "kid's bathroom" upstairs. Brian walked by and said, "Oh I can wait until you're done". I said nonsense, we have two large sinks and a huge mirror. So while Brian shaved, I curled my hair. We began talking about anything and everything for a good 15 minutes.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his mom and girlfriend standing in the doorway smiling at us. I have no idea how long they stood there, but we asked, why the stares? His mother smiled (on the day she was burying her dad) and said "You two have come so far, it just warms my heart". I of course made the jab, "Well Brian now knows he's stuck with me" and Brian laughed and jabbed back, "I am stuck with her, not by choice".
Flashforward to this weekend, Brian and his girlfriend made my birthday so special. They took me out for lobster, good wine, and an amazing dessert (my typical special date with the love of my life). He even ran out on Sunday morning to buy my favorite cream for my coffee and was the first person to wish me Happy Birthday that morning.
I love my relationship with him. I could have not said that a few years back, but I love that he is my family.
Friday, October 16, 2009
200th Post, 25th Birthday
I never thought I'd hit 200 posts when starting this blog a year ago. Its been more than a place to vent, but rather a wonderful community to turn to.
October 2006- Senior Year of College
October 2007- First grown-up birthday
This weekend will also be another milestone, my 25th birthday. I will hit the big quarter of a century mark. As a kid you always think of 25 as when your life starts, marriage, kids, etc. I am very happy where I am at now. Just a month away from his return and living the good life as a mom of two puppies.
We've been together over nine years....And I am twenty-five....Meaning over 1/3 of my life has been spent as his girlfriend/fiance/wife.
Flashback over the past few birthdays:
October 2005- Living in NYC
October 2006- Senior Year of College October 2007- First grown-up birthdayNew bike for him...Working new job for me
October 2008- Living the good life
October 2008- Living the good lifeI will not be able to spend this weekend with him, but I do get the next best thing...football weekend with my family. I am driving those four hours tonight to stay with my parents and get ready for a huge game for my brother tomorrow. After the game, I will drive a half hour to Indianapolis and spend the night with my BIL and his wonderful girlfriend.
I love birthday weekends :)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Things that...
Do not taste good:
I accidentally bought chocolate coffe creamer forgetting I recently bought a large bag of French Vanilla coffee. Those two flavors do not mix well together.
Drive me crazy:
Dakota is baaaack! And more energy than ever. She is currently shoving a toy (as well as her whole body) in my lap and trying to knock my hand away from the computer. I threw the toy about 9,456 times and she brought it back ot me 9,457. LEAVE ME ALONE!
Make me happy:
Today while working, I overheard the women talking about the number of times they go through the circuit. One woman replied, "Well when she (refering to me) is running the circuit I can barely go three times, but normally I go four times"
That is right. I am worse than Jillian, haha.
Almost killed me:
I bought a few, ok about 7, of those Smart Ones dinners. While working two jobs and living all by my lonesome, I prefer a nice, fast dinner after arriving home around 9pm every night. My mom told me to watch the sodium content in them. I figured Weight Watchers approves them, they cannot be that bad.
This morning while shopping, I turned one of those bad boys around...980mg of Sodium?!?!? Thank goodness for my mother. I might have died in a week of sodium induced heart attack (I do not know if those exist)
P.S. Dakota is STILL bringing me her toy. Scratch the Smart Ones, she might be the death of me.
I accidentally bought chocolate coffe creamer forgetting I recently bought a large bag of French Vanilla coffee. Those two flavors do not mix well together.
Drive me crazy:
Dakota is baaaack! And more energy than ever. She is currently shoving a toy (as well as her whole body) in my lap and trying to knock my hand away from the computer. I threw the toy about 9,456 times and she brought it back ot me 9,457. LEAVE ME ALONE!
Make me happy:
Today while working, I overheard the women talking about the number of times they go through the circuit. One woman replied, "Well when she (refering to me) is running the circuit I can barely go three times, but normally I go four times"
That is right. I am worse than Jillian, haha.
Almost killed me:
I bought a few, ok about 7, of those Smart Ones dinners. While working two jobs and living all by my lonesome, I prefer a nice, fast dinner after arriving home around 9pm every night. My mom told me to watch the sodium content in them. I figured Weight Watchers approves them, they cannot be that bad.
This morning while shopping, I turned one of those bad boys around...980mg of Sodium?!?!? Thank goodness for my mother. I might have died in a week of sodium induced heart attack (I do not know if those exist)
P.S. Dakota is STILL bringing me her toy. Scratch the Smart Ones, she might be the death of me.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday Funday
I love Sundays in the fall. Sundays in September, October, November, and December mean fantasy football time.
Super Jeni invited me over for lunch today and I contemplated not going. Why? Well I needed to make sure my team did ok by checking online and flipping between CBS and Fox.
I found myself several times laughing out loud and to myself at the NFL Today Show. I may be bias since I interned there for 4 months, but the chemistry between them is awesome. Those were some of my favorite memories. Picture of my last day on the set.
I think I have a problem. However, I did go over there and my team did survive in those two hours where I did not intently study my players every move.
I also finally prepared my house for fall. I took out all of my fall decorations and put away all of my summer stuff. My deck is now empty and all of our pool toys and chairs are in the shed.
For something being so bare, it actually makes me feel happy. I know when I get out my next season's decorations (Christmas), he will be here helping me. He told me on the phone to make sure I wait for him. I reassured him that there is no way I am dragging that dang tree out of the attic, remembering the hassle of dragging it up there after the holidays were over last year.
I also managed to do ALL of my laundry. In my year of living in this house, it is the first time this has happened. I am the queen of finding those clothes I need and washing only them. My hamper is now officially empty.
I love productive, football Sundays.
Super Jeni invited me over for lunch today and I contemplated not going. Why? Well I needed to make sure my team did ok by checking online and flipping between CBS and Fox.
I found myself several times laughing out loud and to myself at the NFL Today Show. I may be bias since I interned there for 4 months, but the chemistry between them is awesome. Those were some of my favorite memories. Picture of my last day on the set.
I think I have a problem. However, I did go over there and my team did survive in those two hours where I did not intently study my players every move.
I also finally prepared my house for fall. I took out all of my fall decorations and put away all of my summer stuff. My deck is now empty and all of our pool toys and chairs are in the shed.
For something being so bare, it actually makes me feel happy. I know when I get out my next season's decorations (Christmas), he will be here helping me. He told me on the phone to make sure I wait for him. I reassured him that there is no way I am dragging that dang tree out of the attic, remembering the hassle of dragging it up there after the holidays were over last year.
I also managed to do ALL of my laundry. In my year of living in this house, it is the first time this has happened. I am the queen of finding those clothes I need and washing only them. My hamper is now officially empty.
I love productive, football Sundays.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
No Superwoman Here
While on the phone with him the other night, I mentioned the infamous lawn. I have been insanely busy the past few days (I am not complaining). He said..."Babe, just pay a lawn service". To me, I thought this was so sweet, but I responded with a I'll get to it tomorrow after subbing. I could handle it.
You see I thought I only worked Monday and Tuesday at Curves so Wednesday would give me a exactly 2 hours to cut the grass before heading to my weekly pot luck.
I walked in the door yesterday while talking with my MIL and let out a loud, "Oh no". I smelled poop. I looked into her cage and saw it everywhere. On the wall, cage, bed, rug, kitchen floor. As a few too many other times this deployment, I spent the next hour cleaning, scrubbing, and hosing.
I also received a phone call from my boss. She forgot to mention to me I work Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday evenings too.
I didn't even flinch when I called the lawn service immediately following the phone conversation.
And then sent him an email:
When you come home, I will not deal with poop, vomit, or bunnies for the next entire year.
He emailed me back and said "Deal". I forgot to mention the lawn in our new contract. Dang it!
You see I thought I only worked Monday and Tuesday at Curves so Wednesday would give me a exactly 2 hours to cut the grass before heading to my weekly pot luck.
I walked in the door yesterday while talking with my MIL and let out a loud, "Oh no". I smelled poop. I looked into her cage and saw it everywhere. On the wall, cage, bed, rug, kitchen floor. As a few too many other times this deployment, I spent the next hour cleaning, scrubbing, and hosing.
I also received a phone call from my boss. She forgot to mention to me I work Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday evenings too.
I didn't even flinch when I called the lawn service immediately following the phone conversation.
And then sent him an email:
When you come home, I will not deal with poop, vomit, or bunnies for the next entire year.
He emailed me back and said "Deal". I forgot to mention the lawn in our new contract. Dang it!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
In the family
My mother did call today and told me that the lump is not cancer, rather a bundle of breast tissue. I probably shouldn't have worried until I heard something more definite, but its my mom. I know a few of you said prayers and I appreciate it greatly.
Moving on to him...
As much as I LOVE talking with him on the phone and as much as I know its a rare occurence to hear his voice, my 10pm phone calls throw off my bedtime!
I can never fall asleep, no matter how tired I am, after I talk to him. I get this sudden burst of energy and it doesn't wear off for hours.
Case and point: 12:13am, wide awake and blogging away.
We had an interesting conversation about power of attorney.
An interesting side story. His mother is his POA and his father is mine. Weird, huh? We were discussing tax returns and the POA subject came up about possibly changing it when he returns.
I do not want to change it to him and he does not want to change it to me.
Its not that we do not trust each other. Goodness, I hope after 10 years we can trust each other. Its more along the lines of stubborness. That is all.
He does not want to be the first to change it and neither do I. He says his mother knows where all of his paperwork is and I smile and agree and say his father knows where all of my paperwork is. He's been doing my tax returns and FASFA since we started dating in 2000. We might be the only married couple who are not each other's POA simply because of pride. His mother often says we act like 5 year olds and this is a very good example of our immaturity.
I think it keeps our relationship young and fun.
Moving on to him...
As much as I LOVE talking with him on the phone and as much as I know its a rare occurence to hear his voice, my 10pm phone calls throw off my bedtime!
I can never fall asleep, no matter how tired I am, after I talk to him. I get this sudden burst of energy and it doesn't wear off for hours.
Case and point: 12:13am, wide awake and blogging away.
We had an interesting conversation about power of attorney.
An interesting side story. His mother is his POA and his father is mine. Weird, huh? We were discussing tax returns and the POA subject came up about possibly changing it when he returns.
I do not want to change it to him and he does not want to change it to me.
Its not that we do not trust each other. Goodness, I hope after 10 years we can trust each other. Its more along the lines of stubborness. That is all.
He does not want to be the first to change it and neither do I. He says his mother knows where all of his paperwork is and I smile and agree and say his father knows where all of my paperwork is. He's been doing my tax returns and FASFA since we started dating in 2000. We might be the only married couple who are not each other's POA simply because of pride. His mother often says we act like 5 year olds and this is a very good example of our immaturity.
I think it keeps our relationship young and fun.
Monday, October 5, 2009
New Chapter
Well after a few weeks of dragging my feet, I finally am publishing my new fitness website/blog to the world. My new business cards will feature this web address and email, but my blog buddies will be the first to preview it.
Its a work in progress and I hope to continually improve. I will not stop blogging about life and deployment here, but hope to further myself in the fitness world as well.
In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month and recent family findings, my first blog entry is about Seeing Pink
Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Its a work in progress and I hope to continually improve. I will not stop blogging about life and deployment here, but hope to further myself in the fitness world as well.
In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month and recent family findings, my first blog entry is about Seeing Pink
Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Myths about deployment
After talking with some of my favorite miltary wives here and nearing the end, we are all starting to burn out and reach the "I am over it" phase. While talking with them and other wives, I realized there are a few myths about deployment.
1. "Wow, he deployed X months ago. Time sure flies!"
No, I do not think so. Its been 10 months and to be honest, it FEELS like 10 months. Over 300 days without him and I went through all 24 hours of each of those days. Thank you.
2. "If you keep yourself busy, it will help"
I agree to an extent, but I worked 60 hours a week with 2 dogs and a house for a few months and I could not get everything done. As a result I stressed myself out. I know a few other working wives who feel the same way.
3. "A strong group of friends will help"
Now, do not get me wrong, without a few close friends here, who knows if I'd survive this long. In reality, only one person truly makes everything go away and only one person truly helps me in any situation. That is why I married him. With 90% of my Murphy's Law incidents, if he was around, I would not feel as though my world was crashing down in those moments.
4. "If you do X, X, and X, it will make it easier" or "It gets better with time"
Nope. The only thing that has made this process easier is one day at a time. There are no special remedies or no "it gets better with time". It doesn't get better with time. You just take it as it comes and smile a little bit longer at those bright spots in your day.
The truth is and recently I find myself saying it over and over again...Its ONE ENTIRE YEAR. Not everything is rosy, I will not always keep myself busy, I will not always feel glass half full.
And finally when I reach the end, myth #5 "You survived"
No, no, no. WE SURVIVED. I made a pact with God before he left that I could handle anything this deployment and to do whatever He wanted with me, but just keep my husband safe. Sure God tested me a few times, but I do not care, keep testing me just bring him home to me.
Almost there :)
1. "Wow, he deployed X months ago. Time sure flies!"
No, I do not think so. Its been 10 months and to be honest, it FEELS like 10 months. Over 300 days without him and I went through all 24 hours of each of those days. Thank you.
2. "If you keep yourself busy, it will help"
I agree to an extent, but I worked 60 hours a week with 2 dogs and a house for a few months and I could not get everything done. As a result I stressed myself out. I know a few other working wives who feel the same way.
3. "A strong group of friends will help"
Now, do not get me wrong, without a few close friends here, who knows if I'd survive this long. In reality, only one person truly makes everything go away and only one person truly helps me in any situation. That is why I married him. With 90% of my Murphy's Law incidents, if he was around, I would not feel as though my world was crashing down in those moments.
4. "If you do X, X, and X, it will make it easier" or "It gets better with time"
Nope. The only thing that has made this process easier is one day at a time. There are no special remedies or no "it gets better with time". It doesn't get better with time. You just take it as it comes and smile a little bit longer at those bright spots in your day.
The truth is and recently I find myself saying it over and over again...Its ONE ENTIRE YEAR. Not everything is rosy, I will not always keep myself busy, I will not always feel glass half full.
And finally when I reach the end, myth #5 "You survived"
No, no, no. WE SURVIVED. I made a pact with God before he left that I could handle anything this deployment and to do whatever He wanted with me, but just keep my husband safe. Sure God tested me a few times, but I do not care, keep testing me just bring him home to me.
Almost there :)
Friday, October 2, 2009
Stepping forward
Well I didn't think it would happen this soon, but I took a step in the right direction in terms of my recent personal trainer certification.
I dropped off my resume at every gym in a 30 mile radius. I heard the typical run around of "we will call if something comes up". Well on Tuesday, something did come up! They asked me to come in for an interview on Wednesday. She said she needed to interview one more person.
On Thursday I found out I am the new "Circuit Coach" at Curves. Its only part-time which I actually enjoy since I am still hesitant to jump into a full time job with a fear of hating it (i.e. like my last job). And my pay check will definitely not contribute to my dream car, a Lexus SUV, but its in the field I wish to pursue at this moment.
I am still able to sub too so this lady will be bringing TWO checks home, chaaa-ching! Not really, but I am keeping busy and getting paid to keep busy. I cannot complain.
I dropped off my resume at every gym in a 30 mile radius. I heard the typical run around of "we will call if something comes up". Well on Tuesday, something did come up! They asked me to come in for an interview on Wednesday. She said she needed to interview one more person.
On Thursday I found out I am the new "Circuit Coach" at Curves. Its only part-time which I actually enjoy since I am still hesitant to jump into a full time job with a fear of hating it (i.e. like my last job). And my pay check will definitely not contribute to my dream car, a Lexus SUV, but its in the field I wish to pursue at this moment.
I am still able to sub too so this lady will be bringing TWO checks home, chaaa-ching! Not really, but I am keeping busy and getting paid to keep busy. I cannot complain.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Week Forty-Three
Remember when I counted down the weeks? It stopped after Week Twenty. Did I really feel that overwhelmed with life that I stopped counting down?
Tomorrow is the first day of October and I gladly say, hellooooo October!
October, you continue to be my favorite month. The heart of football season, my birthday, halloween and now tomorrow, I can say with some certainity, "My husband will be home next month".
And oh yeah, I have an interview at a gym tomorrow too.
I love this feeling that I might be heading back to normalcy or whatever we define normal as during a deployment. I started working out again, eating right, Dakota gets her splint off Thurday, and I get Daisy back in 3 weeks.
Who else loves October?
Tomorrow is the first day of October and I gladly say, hellooooo October!
October, you continue to be my favorite month. The heart of football season, my birthday, halloween and now tomorrow, I can say with some certainity, "My husband will be home next month".
And oh yeah, I have an interview at a gym tomorrow too.
I love this feeling that I might be heading back to normalcy or whatever we define normal as during a deployment. I started working out again, eating right, Dakota gets her splint off Thurday, and I get Daisy back in 3 weeks.
Who else loves October?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Proud sister.
Although the drive from my front doorstep to the football field where my brother plays his home games is over 4 hours, watching him play football makes the drive worth it.
Oh yeah, these people above are not bad either. I love hanging out with my family. The team won, my brother did not get hurt, and looks like he had fun so I call my Saturday trip a success. He also ran for 140 yards and two touchdowns with 227 yards all purpose, but who's counting :)
Oh yeah, these people above are not bad either. I love hanging out with my family. The team won, my brother did not get hurt, and looks like he had fun so I call my Saturday trip a success. He also ran for 140 yards and two touchdowns with 227 yards all purpose, but who's counting :)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Fun
The wonderful and sweet Megan tagged me in a little survey.
I cannot thank her enough for letting me take a break from blogging not to mention I feel I am suffering from blogger's block while trying to fight off the flu.
Here are the rules:
1. Respond and rework: Answer the questions on your blog, Replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, and add one more question of your own.
2. Tag other un-tagged people.
The Questions:
What is your current obsession? Taking care of Dakota
Who was the last person you hugged? A second grade teacher who I subbed for while very sick.
What is the next thing you are "counting down" to? Book Club this Friday!
What are you listening to right now? My brother's football game via internet. He scored two touchdowns already :)
What is your favorite weather? Football Season/Fall weather
What is your least favorite season? Jan-March, very depressing weather
What’s in your purse? Wallet, Control Journal (filled with my "to-do lists" each day, my planner, cell phone, Shape magazine, and book.
Yes I carry around a duffel bag, the bigger the better!
What is your favorite dessert or cool treat? Any kind of cupcake or icecream. Do you know Coldstone now has icecream cupcakes? Deadly.
What did you want to become as a child? A lawyer or professional basketball player.
What do you miss? Oh so easy...Him
What’s your favorite brand of jeans? I love Express jeans, although I have not bought a pair in two years. I bought a pair of Silver jeans last year and I love them. I am not really loyal to any brand.
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Is it bad that A-stan sounds appealing right now? I am not a big world traveler so either Alaska, Hawaii or California again!
What are your most challenging goals right now? Trying to start up a personal training business and find my next "big" thing.
What’s your 5 year plan? Great question, when the Army owns you for the next 5 years, I could be anywhere. I know I will move a lot and probably thrive during yet another deployment.
What is your favorite sport to watch? Football and hockey live.
Describe your perfect day: A Saturday morning with my hubby watching football then running errands in the afternoon, dinner, followed by a game night or hanging out with friends playing Rock Band.
What TV show would you want to be a cast member on (reality included)? This might sound awful, but I love the dates on the Bachelor, if only my love could be the Bachelor. I always dreamed of being a Sportscenter anchor too!
What is your most prized possession? My ring :)
Name one favorite childhood memory? Going to the park and riding my three wheeler down a huge hill near my first house in California.
I tag:
Katie
Kpod
and Erin
I cannot thank her enough for letting me take a break from blogging not to mention I feel I am suffering from blogger's block while trying to fight off the flu.
Here are the rules:
1. Respond and rework: Answer the questions on your blog, Replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, and add one more question of your own.
2. Tag other un-tagged people.
The Questions:
What is your current obsession? Taking care of Dakota
Who was the last person you hugged? A second grade teacher who I subbed for while very sick.
What is the next thing you are "counting down" to? Book Club this Friday!
What are you listening to right now? My brother's football game via internet. He scored two touchdowns already :)
What is your favorite weather? Football Season/Fall weather
What is your least favorite season? Jan-March, very depressing weather
What’s in your purse? Wallet, Control Journal (filled with my "to-do lists" each day, my planner, cell phone, Shape magazine, and book.
Yes I carry around a duffel bag, the bigger the better!
What is your favorite dessert or cool treat? Any kind of cupcake or icecream. Do you know Coldstone now has icecream cupcakes? Deadly.
What did you want to become as a child? A lawyer or professional basketball player.
What do you miss? Oh so easy...Him
What’s your favorite brand of jeans? I love Express jeans, although I have not bought a pair in two years. I bought a pair of Silver jeans last year and I love them. I am not really loyal to any brand.
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Is it bad that A-stan sounds appealing right now? I am not a big world traveler so either Alaska, Hawaii or California again!
What are your most challenging goals right now? Trying to start up a personal training business and find my next "big" thing.
What’s your 5 year plan? Great question, when the Army owns you for the next 5 years, I could be anywhere. I know I will move a lot and probably thrive during yet another deployment.
What is your favorite sport to watch? Football and hockey live.
Describe your perfect day: A Saturday morning with my hubby watching football then running errands in the afternoon, dinner, followed by a game night or hanging out with friends playing Rock Band.
What TV show would you want to be a cast member on (reality included)? This might sound awful, but I love the dates on the Bachelor, if only my love could be the Bachelor. I always dreamed of being a Sportscenter anchor too!
What is your most prized possession? My ring :)
Name one favorite childhood memory? Going to the park and riding my three wheeler down a huge hill near my first house in California.
What song is currently in your head? Midnight Train to Georgia.
I tag:
Katie
Kpod
and Erin
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Broken
I remember telling him as well as mentioning in previous posts that our house will still stand after a 12 month deployment, it might be completely surrounded in duct tape, but it will stand.
Lately I feel the same goes for his (our) dog too. Dakota is his baby. We bought her together, but she lived and slept with him every night during flight school.
I boarded Dakota over Labor Day weekend. It was my plan all along. His grandfather passed just 2 days before I planned on heading home. They scheduled the wake for that Tuesday/Wednesday. My friend said she could pick up Dakota on Tuesday morning and stay with her for those two days.
I received "frantic" texts and voicemails from her about Dakota chewing through her splint. I told her to simply drop her off at the vet/boarding place.
When I picked her up on Thursday afternoon, Dakota managed to slip out of her splint before we even reached the car. I picked her up and the doctor re-splinted her.
Today, she managed to slip out of her splint again. Instead of taking her to the vet. I re-splinted her myself thanks to the medical tape I decided was a necessity.
I looked down at her nails and saw they needed to be cut. In two years, I cut her nails once since I run her so much, the pavement keeps them short.
Guess what happened?
Yep. I cut one of her nails too short and her claw started gushing blood. I found a napkin and wrapped her claw, once again with the medical tape.
He asked to see her this afternoon on the webcam. Once he saw her, he asked me, "What did you do to her". I wanted to laugh...and then cry. I responded with, "Dakota and I are a mess these days".
To make it up to her, I scrambled some eggs and poured it over her dog food. She's now sound asleep on my lap where I hope not to break her any further.
Lately I feel the same goes for his (our) dog too. Dakota is his baby. We bought her together, but she lived and slept with him every night during flight school.
I boarded Dakota over Labor Day weekend. It was my plan all along. His grandfather passed just 2 days before I planned on heading home. They scheduled the wake for that Tuesday/Wednesday. My friend said she could pick up Dakota on Tuesday morning and stay with her for those two days.
I received "frantic" texts and voicemails from her about Dakota chewing through her splint. I told her to simply drop her off at the vet/boarding place.
When I picked her up on Thursday afternoon, Dakota managed to slip out of her splint before we even reached the car. I picked her up and the doctor re-splinted her.
Today, she managed to slip out of her splint again. Instead of taking her to the vet. I re-splinted her myself thanks to the medical tape I decided was a necessity.
I looked down at her nails and saw they needed to be cut. In two years, I cut her nails once since I run her so much, the pavement keeps them short.
Guess what happened?
Yep. I cut one of her nails too short and her claw started gushing blood. I found a napkin and wrapped her claw, once again with the medical tape.
He asked to see her this afternoon on the webcam. Once he saw her, he asked me, "What did you do to her". I wanted to laugh...and then cry. I responded with, "Dakota and I are a mess these days".
To make it up to her, I scrambled some eggs and poured it over her dog food. She's now sound asleep on my lap where I hope not to break her any further.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A month later.
My MIL looked at me today while finally relaxing on the couch and said, "This last week felt a month long". And I couldn't agree more. I can't remember what day is today or how long its been since he left or since Dakota broke her leg.
Sadly, a week ago, his grandfather lost a year long battle with cancer. Typically when an "in-law" passes, sure you're sad, but not usually emotionally invested. I spent the last 9 years getting to know and love his grandfather. He attended both my high school and college graduation. Not to mention I started calling him Grandpa 6 years ago. His intelligence and passion always moved me.
The funeral and visition/wake too place over the last two days and I am emotionally and physically exhausted. I stood in the place of my hubby, who could not come home, shaking hands, hugging family, and expressing gratitude for those who also came to pay their respects to a well-known man in the community.
The past few days only reinforced how much I love his family and how much they make me feel like I belong comforted me during these trying times over the past 9 months. This death also reinforces how much I need/want him home.
And now you think I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but its 1:40am and I cannot fall asleep. Reality hits tomorrow when I head home. Dakota managed to chew through her bandages this weekend and Daisy still needs to stay with my parents for a few more weeks.
I am going to be one happy girl when all of us are back together again.
Sadly, a week ago, his grandfather lost a year long battle with cancer. Typically when an "in-law" passes, sure you're sad, but not usually emotionally invested. I spent the last 9 years getting to know and love his grandfather. He attended both my high school and college graduation. Not to mention I started calling him Grandpa 6 years ago. His intelligence and passion always moved me.
The funeral and visition/wake too place over the last two days and I am emotionally and physically exhausted. I stood in the place of my hubby, who could not come home, shaking hands, hugging family, and expressing gratitude for those who also came to pay their respects to a well-known man in the community.
The past few days only reinforced how much I love his family and how much they make me feel like I belong comforted me during these trying times over the past 9 months. This death also reinforces how much I need/want him home.
And now you think I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but its 1:40am and I cannot fall asleep. Reality hits tomorrow when I head home. Dakota managed to chew through her bandages this weekend and Daisy still needs to stay with my parents for a few more weeks.
I am going to be one happy girl when all of us are back together again.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Remember my best friend who delievered a gorgeous baby girl in Feburary?
I finally met her yesterday and fell head over heels for her.
Now I never was that girl who had a large group of girlfriends, however I do have a few amazing friends. Best friends for many years. You know the ones where you just pick up exactly where you left off no matter how long its been since you last talked.
I met Karen at age 14. She was there when I first started dating him and now she's a mom!
I am feeling incredibly blessed.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Grandpups
I love my mother. However, she sent her youngest child off to college three years ago and is desperately looking for that next stage in her life....being a grandmother.
Now she never directly says "Please have a baby now". But everytime she overhears my response to children as "Probably closer to 30", she thinks that is way too long to wait.
That being said, Dakota and Daisy take A LOT of pressure off of me. Ever since we brought Dakota home almost 2 years ago, she spoiled her rotten. She spent more money on Dakota her first Christmas then she spent on him and I!
As soon as Dakota broke her leg, my mother did not hesitate to write on my FB wall, "I am coming down to get Daisy". But mom, I didn't even ask? Do not get me wrong, I knew something needed to be done to help Dak recover and am forever thankful. And when I mentioned a 6-8 week recovery time, she didn't even flinch. She responded with a "Well you can get her on Thanksgiving".
I needed to drop Dakota off at the vet/boarding place before I headed home this weekend. I felt so sad leaving her there, but knew it would be the only way she could recover. Not to mention I boarded her at the same place that treats her.
After coming home last night, I am seriously and I mean seriously afraid I will not get Daisy back!
My neighbor came over to greet me and told me how much my parents stinking spoil her. My mom just signed her up for a $100/year dog park (now half price since its September). I met my parents at the dog park when I first arrived in town.
That dog park is AMAZING! Now I know why so many people pay so much. I came during "Yappy Hour" where all the owners are served beer and wine as they watch their dogs play. Daisy looked incredibly happy (and tired). She is the center of my parent's universe.
I always knew my parents would make wonderful grandparents and how they treat my puppy furthers my convictions. Thank goodness for "grandpups" as my mom calls them.
Now she never directly says "Please have a baby now". But everytime she overhears my response to children as "Probably closer to 30", she thinks that is way too long to wait.
That being said, Dakota and Daisy take A LOT of pressure off of me. Ever since we brought Dakota home almost 2 years ago, she spoiled her rotten. She spent more money on Dakota her first Christmas then she spent on him and I!
As soon as Dakota broke her leg, my mother did not hesitate to write on my FB wall, "I am coming down to get Daisy". But mom, I didn't even ask? Do not get me wrong, I knew something needed to be done to help Dak recover and am forever thankful. And when I mentioned a 6-8 week recovery time, she didn't even flinch. She responded with a "Well you can get her on Thanksgiving".
I needed to drop Dakota off at the vet/boarding place before I headed home this weekend. I felt so sad leaving her there, but knew it would be the only way she could recover. Not to mention I boarded her at the same place that treats her.
After coming home last night, I am seriously and I mean seriously afraid I will not get Daisy back!
My neighbor came over to greet me and told me how much my parents stinking spoil her. My mom just signed her up for a $100/year dog park (now half price since its September). I met my parents at the dog park when I first arrived in town.
That dog park is AMAZING! Now I know why so many people pay so much. I came during "Yappy Hour" where all the owners are served beer and wine as they watch their dogs play. Daisy looked incredibly happy (and tired). She is the center of my parent's universe.
I always knew my parents would make wonderful grandparents and how they treat my puppy furthers my convictions. Thank goodness for "grandpups" as my mom calls them.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tale of two tests.
Remember that test I tried to study for merely days before he came home...
Well I needed to drive an hour and a half to the testing center. I laid out everything the night before including directions, my GPS, and my testing ticket. I arrived 2 hours early, found a Dunkin Donuts to review and eat a good breakfast.
I did not pass. I missed passing by 4 questions.
Fortunately/Unfortunately I could not sulk. Less than 24 hours later I picked him up from the airport. My very supportive husband and I signed up for a test two weeks after his return flight to the sandbox. I didn't want to wait too long and basically "re-study" the entire 18 chapters.
Somehow during these past 2 chaotic weeks, I managed to study. His mother made a comment to me yesterday to set a few alarms. I assured her that oversleeping is my biggest fear.
This morning, after no sleep due to a nasty storm, my clock read 7am. The storm knocked out one of my alarms and I forgot to save the one on my cell phone. I needed to be at the testing center an hour and 15 minutes away at 8am. I did not eat a good breakfast nor drink my cup of coffee. I still needed to print out my testing ticket. I forgot the GPS and the directions. It was still storming and I needed to drive through Nashville traffic at 8am.
After calling information for directions and a phone number, I called to notify them and they reassured me I could still take the test. I arrived an hour late on a college campus going through "Welcome Week" and many other fairs. I parked illegally and raced inside.
And I passed that SOB! I am now a Certified Personal Trainer.
Well I needed to drive an hour and a half to the testing center. I laid out everything the night before including directions, my GPS, and my testing ticket. I arrived 2 hours early, found a Dunkin Donuts to review and eat a good breakfast.
I did not pass. I missed passing by 4 questions.
Fortunately/Unfortunately I could not sulk. Less than 24 hours later I picked him up from the airport. My very supportive husband and I signed up for a test two weeks after his return flight to the sandbox. I didn't want to wait too long and basically "re-study" the entire 18 chapters.
Somehow during these past 2 chaotic weeks, I managed to study. His mother made a comment to me yesterday to set a few alarms. I assured her that oversleeping is my biggest fear.
This morning, after no sleep due to a nasty storm, my clock read 7am. The storm knocked out one of my alarms and I forgot to save the one on my cell phone. I needed to be at the testing center an hour and 15 minutes away at 8am. I did not eat a good breakfast nor drink my cup of coffee. I still needed to print out my testing ticket. I forgot the GPS and the directions. It was still storming and I needed to drive through Nashville traffic at 8am.
After calling information for directions and a phone number, I called to notify them and they reassured me I could still take the test. I arrived an hour late on a college campus going through "Welcome Week" and many other fairs. I parked illegally and raced inside.
And I passed that SOB! I am now a Certified Personal Trainer.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Blessings.
Tonight I am feeling rather blessed so I immediately grabbed my laptop to type away. Considering my last blog consisted of dead bunnies and broken legs, I felt to the need to share.
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First of all, Super Jeni welcomed another life into the world! She delievered a 9lb baby girl. Everyone is doing fantastic. I was able to visit just hours after her arrival. I loved sitting in the room with her little family.
I called to check on her tonight and the first thing out of her mouth: "How is Dak Dak?". Um, Jeni, you are lying in bed, in a lot of pain and you ask me about my dog?! One of the millions of reasons why I love her and feel incredibly blessed to call her my friend.
And oh yeah...there is this:
On our 9 year anniversay (plus a few days), he begged me to go to the movies while at home. I wasn't particularly feeling the movies so I fought for ice cream instead. He pulled his camaro, his first car still being stored with his parents, out of the garage. I sat inside and turned to him and said, "This feels like our first date". 10 seconds later, he handed me the blue box above. I really don't remember what he said next. The only thing I remembered..."No one deserves this ring more than you. You have made me so proud during this deployment". Apparently he wanted to "propse" at the movies, the site of our first date, but I ruined it. Well not entirely...
And the best part about this ring?
He goes along with it. That is all that really matters.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thrive or just survive?
One of my good friends informed me that August 5th (my last update) was a long time ago. Because of the gap in entries, I could blog about any number of things. San Diego, engagement pictures, , my new beautiful diamond ring, his wonderful friends visiting from all over, my new survive and thrive goals or the aftermath of him getting back on that plane to head back to the sandbox.
While I will eventually blog about my wonderful two weeks, the aftermath is too fresh in the mind.
He left a week ago. On Sunday I decided to cut the grass. I took the mower out of the shed and realized I needed to pick up dog poop. When I turned on the lawn mower, it started and like most of us, I began to push forward. When I looked down 1.9 seconds later, I saw four baby bunnies desperately trying to run for their lives.
For everyones sake who is reading, I am not going to describe the scene. I do not know how I cleaned it all up.
Two hours later, I finished cutting the grass, cleaning the pool, gardening and pulling weeds. Daisy began sniffing like crazy. She darted to the corner of the yard. I knew what she saw...baby bunny #5. I began screaming and so did the baby bunny. Daisy swallowed her whole.
The next day she found bunny #6. Same story.
On the third day, after an exhausting day of subbing I walked in the door to let Daisy out of her cage. Bunny vomit everywhere. I immediately took her and the cage outside and started hosing everything off.
I noticed my garden needed some water. Instead of pulling the hose all the way to the back of the yard, I stood at a distance. Dakota loves drinking water from the hose. She began jumping around like a grasshopper. I tried to yell at her to stop, but Dak Dak loves running and jumping. On one of her jumps, in about 5 seconds I saw her land just on her back right leg funny and let out the worse noise I have ever heard in my life. A noise I hope I never have to hear again.
I did not even hesitate. I picked up my 60lb dog, placed her in the Envoy and grabbed my purse. The vet told me she broke her leg in two places. I did ok emotionally and then they told me I needed to leave her overnight. I started crying and could not stop crying all night.
Little did I know, the hard part would be afterwards I picked her up today. The vet informed me in the next 8 weeks, there should be little movement and exercise. I have to carry her up and down our deck stairs. The splint is located near her "goods" so everytime she pees I need to pull the splint away so she doesn't urniate all over the splint. She's still in pain and whines quite a bit.
And right now? I still have my head up, but would consider myself as emotionally exhausted.
I updated my survive and thrive goal list and it made me think about taking the word "survive" out completely. I feel I "survived" so much in the past 9 months
lost two jobs, house struck by lightning, replace and fix AC not once but twice, replace garage door, replace 2 cell phones, fix board for front circuit breaker, pool breaks down twice, re-install both internet and cable, lawnmower breaks, almost needed to put Daisy to sleep, both dogs sick with kennel cough, cleaned up 15 dead animals in our backyard (birds and bunnies), his dying grandfather, and now my baby breaking her leg
If I can still laugh about all of the above...shouldn't this techincally be considered as "thriving" during the deployment? I guess I didn't need to make any outrageous goals. I think getting by for an entire year on your own is good enough for me.
We're almost there....
While I will eventually blog about my wonderful two weeks, the aftermath is too fresh in the mind.
He left a week ago. On Sunday I decided to cut the grass. I took the mower out of the shed and realized I needed to pick up dog poop. When I turned on the lawn mower, it started and like most of us, I began to push forward. When I looked down 1.9 seconds later, I saw four baby bunnies desperately trying to run for their lives.
For everyones sake who is reading, I am not going to describe the scene. I do not know how I cleaned it all up.
Two hours later, I finished cutting the grass, cleaning the pool, gardening and pulling weeds. Daisy began sniffing like crazy. She darted to the corner of the yard. I knew what she saw...baby bunny #5. I began screaming and so did the baby bunny. Daisy swallowed her whole.
The next day she found bunny #6. Same story.
On the third day, after an exhausting day of subbing I walked in the door to let Daisy out of her cage. Bunny vomit everywhere. I immediately took her and the cage outside and started hosing everything off.
I noticed my garden needed some water. Instead of pulling the hose all the way to the back of the yard, I stood at a distance. Dakota loves drinking water from the hose. She began jumping around like a grasshopper. I tried to yell at her to stop, but Dak Dak loves running and jumping. On one of her jumps, in about 5 seconds I saw her land just on her back right leg funny and let out the worse noise I have ever heard in my life. A noise I hope I never have to hear again.
I did not even hesitate. I picked up my 60lb dog, placed her in the Envoy and grabbed my purse. The vet told me she broke her leg in two places. I did ok emotionally and then they told me I needed to leave her overnight. I started crying and could not stop crying all night.
Little did I know, the hard part would be afterwards I picked her up today. The vet informed me in the next 8 weeks, there should be little movement and exercise. I have to carry her up and down our deck stairs. The splint is located near her "goods" so everytime she pees I need to pull the splint away so she doesn't urniate all over the splint. She's still in pain and whines quite a bit.
And right now? I still have my head up, but would consider myself as emotionally exhausted.
I updated my survive and thrive goal list and it made me think about taking the word "survive" out completely. I feel I "survived" so much in the past 9 months
lost two jobs, house struck by lightning, replace and fix AC not once but twice, replace garage door, replace 2 cell phones, fix board for front circuit breaker, pool breaks down twice, re-install both internet and cable, lawnmower breaks, almost needed to put Daisy to sleep, both dogs sick with kennel cough, cleaned up 15 dead animals in our backyard (birds and bunnies), his dying grandfather, and now my baby breaking her leg
If I can still laugh about all of the above...shouldn't this techincally be considered as "thriving" during the deployment? I guess I didn't need to make any outrageous goals. I think getting by for an entire year on your own is good enough for me.
We're almost there....
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Welcome back life.
After 24 hours of no communication, I had a hunch he would come 1 day early. I received the voicemail on the way to my nail and hair appointment and my heart started racing...
And now? I have clothes piled in the middle of the floor, cereal bowls everywhere, and a huge, constant smile on my face. We danced in the kitchen for no reason this evening, took a four hour nap, ate dinner in bed, walked the girls and now winding down with a glass of wine and beer. My life is back.
I wanted to puke, cry, and/or pee my pants And the pictures explain the rest.
And now? I have clothes piled in the middle of the floor, cereal bowls everywhere, and a huge, constant smile on my face. We danced in the kitchen for no reason this evening, took a four hour nap, ate dinner in bed, walked the girls and now winding down with a glass of wine and beer. My life is back.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Spoiled Rotten
My wonderful mother decided to visit this weekend to help me clean so I can concentrate on just studying. She knows I am OCD when it comes to a clean house before any visitors or special occasions. (funny my husband is now a visitor in his own home). She brought along my brother to help with the manly stuff.
So while my brother cuts the front and backyard, my mother cleans, and my SIL runs errands, I am studying in the living room (cough updating my blog cough cough).
Life is good.
Well except for the fact I have the fear of failure now. I have been studying for 1.5 months now and the thought just crossed my mind for the first time this week.
In sad news, I needed to exchange my Indiana license plate for a good ol' Tennessee license plate. I love my Indiana license plate, its my (our) home state. Its where we met.
But I would have to pay $270 more, so apparently it doesn't mean that much. I did take some pictures to document this transfer.
My little (except he's much bigger and stronger than me) brother making the switch.
I love my Support Our Troops License Plate
So while my brother cuts the front and backyard, my mother cleans, and my SIL runs errands, I am studying in the living room (cough updating my blog cough cough).
Life is good.
Well except for the fact I have the fear of failure now. I have been studying for 1.5 months now and the thought just crossed my mind for the first time this week.
In sad news, I needed to exchange my Indiana license plate for a good ol' Tennessee license plate. I love my Indiana license plate, its my (our) home state. Its where we met.
But I would have to pay $270 more, so apparently it doesn't mean that much. I did take some pictures to document this transfer.
My little (except he's much bigger and stronger than me) brother making the switch.
I love my Support Our Troops License Plate
Hello Tennessee!
Any of you military ladies have to switch your plates or driver's license?
Friday, July 31, 2009
Spread the lovin'
The wonderful Miss Nicole Addison from my teacups in peony passed along an award to me. Now if you do not read her blog, I highly suggest it. Its entertaining and not to mention, her pictures are fantastic. 
Now I can pass this pretty award on to some other wonderful blogs....
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Say No To The Dress
There is a wedding dress buzz in the blog world. Now shopping for my homecoming, turnabout, graduation, and prom dresses put me in tears, no doubt, every single time. I just grew so frustrated trying on a million dresses. People do not make dresses for a size 10 top and a size 2 bottom.
sidenote:: people say I am lucky, I disagree whole heartidly
Since I did not have a wedding, I do not have any pictures in wedding dresses. Well, I guess that is not entirely true, I totally forgot about these pictures until tonight. My mom, Super Jeni, and I headed to Nashville about three weeks ago to start this long journey of finding a dress.
Luckily Jeni snapped some pictures for me. These are just a few I said no to:
Good-bye dresess, better luck next time. My mom and I are actually leaning towards getting my dress made. We will see how that goes.
sidenote:: people say I am lucky, I disagree whole heartidly
Since I did not have a wedding, I do not have any pictures in wedding dresses. Well, I guess that is not entirely true, I totally forgot about these pictures until tonight. My mom, Super Jeni, and I headed to Nashville about three weeks ago to start this long journey of finding a dress.
Luckily Jeni snapped some pictures for me. These are just a few I said no to:
Good-bye dresess, better luck next time. My mom and I are actually leaning towards getting my dress made. We will see how that goes.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Bummer
I really try and not be that person who gets disappointed about the Army. My motto...If you do not expect much, you will not be let down. So over the years, "they" really haven't knocked me on my rear with much of anything. I go with the flow and nothing surprises me.
Well, he informed me last night during our conversation on the upcoming holidays that right after he gets back, he will need to pick up the aircraft out of state. The dates: December 17th-28th.
But Santa comes December 25th :(
My reaction.... I laughed. Nothing to do but wait and see.
Also, I do not know if we have any Bachelorette fans out there, but tonight is a sad night.
She did not pick Kiptyon or his gorgeous, washboard stomach.
Well, he informed me last night during our conversation on the upcoming holidays that right after he gets back, he will need to pick up the aircraft out of state. The dates: December 17th-28th.
But Santa comes December 25th :(
My reaction.... I laughed. Nothing to do but wait and see.
Also, I do not know if we have any Bachelorette fans out there, but tonight is a sad night.
She did not pick Kiptyon or his gorgeous, washboard stomach.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Back to the Basics
This week and last week I feel I have gone back to the "basics" on a few things...
Him
The past week I have been working on a grocery list for him of his favorite beer, dinners, snacks, etc. And this might sound absurd for someone who supposedly knows him better than anyone, but I find myself trying a little too hard to remember what I use to buy for him.
My friend Leslie mentioned "everything" bagels the other day. I could not believe I forgot his FAVORITE breakfast. See I use to eat bagels all of the time, but stopped buying them once he left.
I hope more come to me in the next week.
My girls
If you follow me on FB, you noticed some of my updates reading "walking the girls" instead of rollerblading. While rollerblading tires them out super fast and we have rollerblading down to a science, they are acutally AWFUL walkers.
My poor mom. Whenever she puts them on the leash to walk, they think they are rollerblading and go darting down the driveway. This past week I rollerblade them in the morning and walk them in the evening. I have seen quite a bit of progress.
I also realized my forearms are ridiculously strong as when I rollerblade and walk my two 60+ puppies, I have no problem controling each of them.
Anyone have any tips to get your big dogs to stop pulling?
Studying/Career
I came to the realization a few months back, I needed to find a "portable" career. While looking ahead at our future, I realized we are going to move 3 times in just the next 5 years. Lovely for someone who wants a perfect sports business related job.
After talking with my parents, his parents, and of course him, I decided to go ahead and get my personal trainer's license and start up my own business. I am actually quite excited about it. I already picked a name, blog, website, and started on my business plan. My family always told me I should go into it since I constantly train them whenever I get a chance. I also have to thank P90X for so many things including new workouts and noticing results after a certain amount of time.
We decided for me to not try and find another job since we were so close to R&R and for me to spend my time studying. I also plan on subbing in the fall for some kind of additional income for this household.
I take the test August 3rd, just a few short days before he is suppose to arrive. I figure it would distract me and I really wanted it all said and done before he gets here.
I am a little nervous and was hesitant to post it on my blog. Afterall, you are suppose to take 3 months to study and I am knocking it out in 1.5 months. I just finished outlining the book and now will take this week to review. So here goes nothing!
Him
The past week I have been working on a grocery list for him of his favorite beer, dinners, snacks, etc. And this might sound absurd for someone who supposedly knows him better than anyone, but I find myself trying a little too hard to remember what I use to buy for him.
My friend Leslie mentioned "everything" bagels the other day. I could not believe I forgot his FAVORITE breakfast. See I use to eat bagels all of the time, but stopped buying them once he left.
I hope more come to me in the next week.
My girls
If you follow me on FB, you noticed some of my updates reading "walking the girls" instead of rollerblading. While rollerblading tires them out super fast and we have rollerblading down to a science, they are acutally AWFUL walkers.
My poor mom. Whenever she puts them on the leash to walk, they think they are rollerblading and go darting down the driveway. This past week I rollerblade them in the morning and walk them in the evening. I have seen quite a bit of progress.
I also realized my forearms are ridiculously strong as when I rollerblade and walk my two 60+ puppies, I have no problem controling each of them.
Anyone have any tips to get your big dogs to stop pulling?
Studying/Career
I came to the realization a few months back, I needed to find a "portable" career. While looking ahead at our future, I realized we are going to move 3 times in just the next 5 years. Lovely for someone who wants a perfect sports business related job.
After talking with my parents, his parents, and of course him, I decided to go ahead and get my personal trainer's license and start up my own business. I am actually quite excited about it. I already picked a name, blog, website, and started on my business plan. My family always told me I should go into it since I constantly train them whenever I get a chance. I also have to thank P90X for so many things including new workouts and noticing results after a certain amount of time.
We decided for me to not try and find another job since we were so close to R&R and for me to spend my time studying. I also plan on subbing in the fall for some kind of additional income for this household.
I take the test August 3rd, just a few short days before he is suppose to arrive. I figure it would distract me and I really wanted it all said and done before he gets here.
I am a little nervous and was hesitant to post it on my blog. Afterall, you are suppose to take 3 months to study and I am knocking it out in 1.5 months. I just finished outlining the book and now will take this week to review. So here goes nothing!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Here it is.
I am finally coming out. And breaking down things I avoid talking about in this blog. After all its my blog, I come here to write about my thoughts. Sometimes I feel I need to leave certain things out because I was not forward with this information earlier.
August 6, 2000- Our first date. Dinner (Applebees) & a Movie (Coyote Ugly)
December 8, 2008- He looks at me in AT&T after receiving a phone call that they moved his D-Day moved up by 4 days and asks "So do you want to get married". I smiled and said "Why not"
December 9, 2008- We head to the County Clerk, just the two of us and probably in the most romantic, tear filled 20 minutes, we were married.
August 7, 2010- Our Wedding Date, 10 years + 1 day after our first date
We always talked about getting married before he left and it seemed like the right idea. We've been together for so long, living together, and we wanted to get married eventually.
Afterwards, while talking with our families, we wondered "Why even keep this a secret?". There is the whole "I want my wedding day to be special" and now I am getting to the point where I think it will STILL be special. I immediately told all of my good friends here since I did not want the awkward run in at the commisary or anywhere else on post. I love my life here since I can openly and proudly say "my husband". Its funny, to most people, we are not even engaged.
I did not have the big romantic proposal or the ring or the big ceremony. But to be perfectly honest, I do not care one single bit about any of that. I have a marriage, a wonderful marriage to my best friend, my soulmate and my hero. Its all I ever really wanted.
Its a secret I do not want to keep anymore and I do not where to go from here.
And I hate living a lie, especially a lie you are so proud of. A lie that fills your heart with so much joy and comforts you day in an day out while he's deployed. I guess I figured if I can come out to the blog world, I might feel a little relief.
I think I can now blog about wedding planning and refer to him, as my husband, because it sounds so good to say and even better to type.
August 6, 2000- Our first date. Dinner (Applebees) & a Movie (Coyote Ugly)
December 8, 2008- He looks at me in AT&T after receiving a phone call that they moved his D-Day moved up by 4 days and asks "So do you want to get married". I smiled and said "Why not"
December 9, 2008- We head to the County Clerk, just the two of us and probably in the most romantic, tear filled 20 minutes, we were married.
August 7, 2010- Our Wedding Date, 10 years + 1 day after our first date
We always talked about getting married before he left and it seemed like the right idea. We've been together for so long, living together, and we wanted to get married eventually.
Afterwards, while talking with our families, we wondered "Why even keep this a secret?". There is the whole "I want my wedding day to be special" and now I am getting to the point where I think it will STILL be special. I immediately told all of my good friends here since I did not want the awkward run in at the commisary or anywhere else on post. I love my life here since I can openly and proudly say "my husband". Its funny, to most people, we are not even engaged.
I did not have the big romantic proposal or the ring or the big ceremony. But to be perfectly honest, I do not care one single bit about any of that. I have a marriage, a wonderful marriage to my best friend, my soulmate and my hero. Its all I ever really wanted.
Its a secret I do not want to keep anymore and I do not where to go from here.
And I hate living a lie, especially a lie you are so proud of. A lie that fills your heart with so much joy and comforts you day in an day out while he's deployed. I guess I figured if I can come out to the blog world, I might feel a little relief.
I think I can now blog about wedding planning and refer to him, as my husband, because it sounds so good to say and even better to type.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Nesting
Super Jeni is now 8 months pregnant. These past few weeks I've headed over to her house to move the washer/dryer, lift/move the mattress, move boxes etc. She says she is going through a "nesting period".
So that is what they call it.
I know they say boys do not notice this stuff, but I am a clean freak. To the point where I am that person grabbing your plate before you finish eating just so I can rinse and stick it in the dishwasher. That being said, I cannot stop cleaning...like really cleaning.
In the past two weeks I have:
Swept and organized the garage and shed.
Took out everything in every cabinet and scrubbed in the inside
Took out everything in the refridgerator and scrubbed the inside
Cleaned behind the washer and dryer
Washed and dry cleaned all the curtains
Shampo the carpets
Will he notice? Oh absolutely not. Will I feel better? Absolutely.
I still need to clean out our bedroom. Daisy sleeps in there every night and even though I vacuum every single day, there is still a lot of dog hair.
I also need to show the girls how to share the bed. Dakota sleeps on his side, head on his pillow and everything, and Daisy sprawls out as wide as possible, legs in the air and everything, in the middle of the bed. We honestly have no room for daddy, but will need to make room pretty soon.
So that is what they call it.
I know they say boys do not notice this stuff, but I am a clean freak. To the point where I am that person grabbing your plate before you finish eating just so I can rinse and stick it in the dishwasher. That being said, I cannot stop cleaning...like really cleaning.
In the past two weeks I have:
Swept and organized the garage and shed.
Took out everything in every cabinet and scrubbed in the inside
Took out everything in the refridgerator and scrubbed the inside
Cleaned behind the washer and dryer
Washed and dry cleaned all the curtains
Shampo the carpets
Will he notice? Oh absolutely not. Will I feel better? Absolutely.
I still need to clean out our bedroom. Daisy sleeps in there every night and even though I vacuum every single day, there is still a lot of dog hair.
I also need to show the girls how to share the bed. Dakota sleeps on his side, head on his pillow and everything, and Daisy sprawls out as wide as possible, legs in the air and everything, in the middle of the bed. We honestly have no room for daddy, but will need to make room pretty soon.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Internet
Oh how I missed you. It only took about ten total hours of phone time with the internet company, but two weeks later, you are back in my life.
There were a few points in the past week where I wanted to tempt the house gods and exchange the AC for internet, but I came to my senses and decided internet is a luxuary.
My girls caught kennel cough this weekend (think the dog version of the flu). They kept me up only 2 nights and are both nicely recovering after a $100 vet visit on Saturday morning.
Next order of business: Dish Network, Garage Door, and Cell Phone
Being a homeowner and dog owner times 2 might be one of the more challenging things I encountered in my short 25 year life. I told him that the house will still be standing when he gets home. It might be completely surrounded by duct tape with me and the girls holding on for dear life, but damn it...it will be standing.
We're rapidly approaching his R&R. My mom asked me today if I am getting excited. I had to quickly snap out of it and realize I will actually get to see him soon. I've been in denial for so long, living in our house for almost 7.5 months without him. I am pretty sure I forgot what it is like to live WITH him.
There were a few points in the past week where I wanted to tempt the house gods and exchange the AC for internet, but I came to my senses and decided internet is a luxuary.
My girls caught kennel cough this weekend (think the dog version of the flu). They kept me up only 2 nights and are both nicely recovering after a $100 vet visit on Saturday morning.
Next order of business: Dish Network, Garage Door, and Cell Phone
Being a homeowner and dog owner times 2 might be one of the more challenging things I encountered in my short 25 year life. I told him that the house will still be standing when he gets home. It might be completely surrounded by duct tape with me and the girls holding on for dear life, but damn it...it will be standing.
We're rapidly approaching his R&R. My mom asked me today if I am getting excited. I had to quickly snap out of it and realize I will actually get to see him soon. I've been in denial for so long, living in our house for almost 7.5 months without him. I am pretty sure I forgot what it is like to live WITH him.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Happy Birthday Daisy!
Someone, somehow disconnected our internet for no reason. I need to call tomorrow and get to the bottom of it. I am beginning to learn its always something when being a homeowner. Katie and I decided to head out and find some wi-fi after a few days of no internet connection.
Yes, she's pretty close to being as tall as me. I am short.
In brighter news, my parents visited this weekend. We accomplished so much. I have a laundry list of things I want to get done before he comes home for R&R. And we crossed quite a few things off the list. Not to mention the house is sparkling clean. Only 3.5 more weeks...
Also, this weekend we celebrated Daisy girl's birthday. My, how much she's grown in a year.
Yes, she's pretty close to being as tall as me. I am short.
A doggie ice cream sandwich! Do not worry. I bought one for Dakota too.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Reminisce
Tonight while searching through websites and emails, I came across my first blog. Its crazy to think I started a blog five years ago to vent about college and him. I wrote for me. No one read it. I just loved writing my thoughts and feelings down.
I took a little trip down memory lane and came across a passage in July, 2004. I find it ironic the things I wrote about then and how not too much has changed. I took a trip with his dad to visit him one weekend in Airborne School.
5 years ago and we had already been together for 4 years at this point:
Fort Benning, Georgia will definitely be a trip to remember. Here's my experience and thoughts.
We got there safely Friday afternoon after a flat tire in Atlanta. Thankfully when we got off, one mile later was a tire shop. *HE said he would be ready anywhere between 5-6pm. So I unpacked some of my things at the hotel and we left to head to the base 10 miles away.
We arrived on base at 5:30ish. And of course, like a typical Army girlfriend, I waited and waited. His dad let me drive the car around the base and he sat all the way in the back. (What a nerd :) I spotted *HIM marching with his company, which by the way, when everyone looks the same, I am SOOOO good at spotting the kid, his parents call it a special talent.
His dad wanted to walk around and I wanted to sit in the AC. So we parked across from his barracks and I sat in the car. First of all, I saw a lot of beautiful boys there. If I was single, I would just park my car outside the barracks like I was doing. I mean nobody compares to *HIM. Of course all of them have to be in good shape, but I saw close to 50 men leaving base for the weekend.
I was sitting there for about an hour and I started thinking. Can I handle this? I mean this whole military thing. It's not like me at all to think ahead. I am a firm believe in taking one day at a time. But with all of what's going on, you really can't avoid it. I remember his dad beforehand completely joking around about being patient. Patient? I think I can show you patience...
In the past three years I have:
*Spent 156 hours in the car driving back and forth visiting
*Waited over 15 hours on either WP, Fort Knox, or Fort Benning's base.
*Made three $300 roundtrip flights from Chicago to Stewart, NY.
*Had my flight delayed two of those three times.
*Waited weeks for letters or phone calls.
*Spent at least $50 in postage.
*Prepared myself for his deployment to Iraq
*Read close to 10,000 emails about girls going through the same thing
*Read four books on the subject of West Point or the Army.
*And I have said tearful goodbye close to 30 times.
I have been disappointed, upset, pushed around, been let down, and most of all I have felt alone. And all this time, people may wonder along with me... Did we/they meet too young?....Can she/I handle possibly another seven years or even military for life? Is she/I ruining the supposed best four years of her/my life?
I do not know these answers. I really don't try and find them either. Most of you may think I am nuts. I am constantly, and I mean constantly asked, how do you do this? My answer to all of these questions. I have absolutely no idea. I don't know what it is. I am extremely happy with my relationship and there is some force deep inside of me that gives me strength.
It keeps me going and has kept me going through this journey for the past four years. Call it true love or independence or even faith that God will make sure everything works out fine. I do believe that God never gives us more than we can handle. I think that I have probably been pushed to my limits a few times. But I know that this has made me a better person.
To *HIM: I've never met someone as brave or courageous as you for all that you do. I am extremely proud of you for sticking with this when so many people have given up. You're the most intelligent and most caring person I have ever met. I thank God for all that you have brought into my life. I am truly a better person because of you and all that you have done for me. I love you. I love you more and more each day.
Our weekend was amazing.
Saying goodbye has been getting easier. He hugged me for awhile and kept kissing my head. It seemed he didn't want to let go. I was sitting in the van and there was a family next to me dropping off their Army enlisted son. There was definitely a girlfriend who kept crying and kissing him and pulling him back when he tried to leave. I sorta of laughed. I remeber the harder goodbyes. But never did I try and make it worse. After we hugged and kissed, I would put my head down and walk away and sulk for the next week. It's not only hard for me, but I can see in *HIS eyes how hard it is for him. His dad told me that although it doesn't seem like it, it's soooo hard for parents. It's tough...
But after three years. I've learned that I'm ok. I always have been and I always will be. So I will continue this journey and the rough spots that go along with it. I truly believe that God has a plan for everyone. And so far, I really enjoy what he had planned out for me already....
I took a little trip down memory lane and came across a passage in July, 2004. I find it ironic the things I wrote about then and how not too much has changed. I took a trip with his dad to visit him one weekend in Airborne School.
5 years ago and we had already been together for 4 years at this point:
Fort Benning, Georgia will definitely be a trip to remember. Here's my experience and thoughts.
We got there safely Friday afternoon after a flat tire in Atlanta. Thankfully when we got off, one mile later was a tire shop. *HE said he would be ready anywhere between 5-6pm. So I unpacked some of my things at the hotel and we left to head to the base 10 miles away.
We arrived on base at 5:30ish. And of course, like a typical Army girlfriend, I waited and waited. His dad let me drive the car around the base and he sat all the way in the back. (What a nerd :) I spotted *HIM marching with his company, which by the way, when everyone looks the same, I am SOOOO good at spotting the kid, his parents call it a special talent.
His dad wanted to walk around and I wanted to sit in the AC. So we parked across from his barracks and I sat in the car. First of all, I saw a lot of beautiful boys there. If I was single, I would just park my car outside the barracks like I was doing. I mean nobody compares to *HIM. Of course all of them have to be in good shape, but I saw close to 50 men leaving base for the weekend.
I was sitting there for about an hour and I started thinking. Can I handle this? I mean this whole military thing. It's not like me at all to think ahead. I am a firm believe in taking one day at a time. But with all of what's going on, you really can't avoid it. I remember his dad beforehand completely joking around about being patient. Patient? I think I can show you patience...
In the past three years I have:
*Spent 156 hours in the car driving back and forth visiting
*Waited over 15 hours on either WP, Fort Knox, or Fort Benning's base.
*Made three $300 roundtrip flights from Chicago to Stewart, NY.
*Had my flight delayed two of those three times.
*Waited weeks for letters or phone calls.
*Spent at least $50 in postage.
*Prepared myself for his deployment to Iraq
*Read close to 10,000 emails about girls going through the same thing
*Read four books on the subject of West Point or the Army.
*And I have said tearful goodbye close to 30 times.
I have been disappointed, upset, pushed around, been let down, and most of all I have felt alone. And all this time, people may wonder along with me... Did we/they meet too young?....Can she/I handle possibly another seven years or even military for life? Is she/I ruining the supposed best four years of her/my life?
I do not know these answers. I really don't try and find them either. Most of you may think I am nuts. I am constantly, and I mean constantly asked, how do you do this? My answer to all of these questions. I have absolutely no idea. I don't know what it is. I am extremely happy with my relationship and there is some force deep inside of me that gives me strength.
It keeps me going and has kept me going through this journey for the past four years. Call it true love or independence or even faith that God will make sure everything works out fine. I do believe that God never gives us more than we can handle. I think that I have probably been pushed to my limits a few times. But I know that this has made me a better person.
To *HIM: I've never met someone as brave or courageous as you for all that you do. I am extremely proud of you for sticking with this when so many people have given up. You're the most intelligent and most caring person I have ever met. I thank God for all that you have brought into my life. I am truly a better person because of you and all that you have done for me. I love you. I love you more and more each day.
Our weekend was amazing.
Saying goodbye has been getting easier. He hugged me for awhile and kept kissing my head. It seemed he didn't want to let go. I was sitting in the van and there was a family next to me dropping off their Army enlisted son. There was definitely a girlfriend who kept crying and kissing him and pulling him back when he tried to leave. I sorta of laughed. I remeber the harder goodbyes. But never did I try and make it worse. After we hugged and kissed, I would put my head down and walk away and sulk for the next week. It's not only hard for me, but I can see in *HIS eyes how hard it is for him. His dad told me that although it doesn't seem like it, it's soooo hard for parents. It's tough...
But after three years. I've learned that I'm ok. I always have been and I always will be. So I will continue this journey and the rough spots that go along with it. I truly believe that God has a plan for everyone. And so far, I really enjoy what he had planned out for me already....
New addition
I brought home a very cute puppy yesterday and its been adding a little spice to my life since. Do not worry, I did not fall off the deep end and go out and get another puppy. I am puppy-sitting Barrett and Leslie's 8 week old lab mix, Zoe.
I told Leslie as much as I would love to snuggle and play with the adorable puppy, I planned on crate training her until Sunday. You see, my house has still not recovered from Hurricane Daisy and chasing after a 8 week old and going through the dreaded "puppy" phase did not appease to me.
I remember him walking in the door about a month after we got Daisy and saying, "Did you know you could potty train a dog in 3 days by simply keeping it in its crate". I rolled my eyes at him and said that information would have been useful about 4 weeks ago.
Zoe's schedule:
Crate: 3 hours
Bathroom break: 5 minutes
Eat/drink: 5 minutes
Play: 30 minutes
Repeat
I think she is actually catching on and I swear up and down I am going to do this with my next dog. She whines briefly for about 1-2 minutes when I put her in the crate. And the best part, I only woke up at 3:45am, let her use the bathroom and went back to bed.
I am trying to decide if she is a good dog or if I am the next Cesar Millan.
I told Leslie as much as I would love to snuggle and play with the adorable puppy, I planned on crate training her until Sunday. You see, my house has still not recovered from Hurricane Daisy and chasing after a 8 week old and going through the dreaded "puppy" phase did not appease to me.
I remember him walking in the door about a month after we got Daisy and saying, "Did you know you could potty train a dog in 3 days by simply keeping it in its crate". I rolled my eyes at him and said that information would have been useful about 4 weeks ago.
Zoe's schedule:
Crate: 3 hours
Bathroom break: 5 minutes
Eat/drink: 5 minutes
Play: 30 minutes
Repeat
I think she is actually catching on and I swear up and down I am going to do this with my next dog. She whines briefly for about 1-2 minutes when I put her in the crate. And the best part, I only woke up at 3:45am, let her use the bathroom and went back to bed.
I am trying to decide if she is a good dog or if I am the next Cesar Millan.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Camera Shy?
I wanted to take my "end of the second phase" picture a day early, on day 59 for some reason. I was bound and determined. I even uped a few of my weights this morning with my shoulders and arms workout.
Well after eating half of the delicious chocolate cake MG and her hubby brought over, I decided against picture taking tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Well after eating half of the delicious chocolate cake MG and her hubby brought over, I decided against picture taking tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
A Patriotic Tornado
I think I have a love/hate relationship with July 4th. While I love my country, love our soldiers, especially my soldier, spending the holiday without him isn't fun. This would be our 10th holiday as a couple and we spent 1 together. July always fell under back to WP or back to work or back to summer school. I find it to be a romantic, patriotic holiday and I prefer to be patriotic and romantic with him....haha, obviously.
I did spend the 4th with some great girls (and a few of their husbands). Instead of fireworks last night, we watched a tornado warning/weather advisory on TV.
I will admit, its the most fun and most I laughed in quite some time. The news encouraged viewers to send in their "weather" photos. They also mentioned on several occasions for residents to seek shelter in the closet or stated, "Its now safe for X residents to come out of the closet". We could not stop laughing. For a little fun on our 4th of July, we decided to send in a photo of MG and I hiding in the closet asking if it was safe to come out of the closet.
Good times.
Tomorrow is Day 59 of my P90X program and I will be posting my Day 1, Day 30, and Day 60 (close enough) pictures so make sure to take a peak tomorrow.
I did spend the 4th with some great girls (and a few of their husbands). Instead of fireworks last night, we watched a tornado warning/weather advisory on TV.
I will admit, its the most fun and most I laughed in quite some time. The news encouraged viewers to send in their "weather" photos. They also mentioned on several occasions for residents to seek shelter in the closet or stated, "Its now safe for X residents to come out of the closet". We could not stop laughing. For a little fun on our 4th of July, we decided to send in a photo of MG and I hiding in the closet asking if it was safe to come out of the closet.
Good times.
Tomorrow is Day 59 of my P90X program and I will be posting my Day 1, Day 30, and Day 60 (close enough) pictures so make sure to take a peak tomorrow.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Watch it
Now usually I am not a big fan of reviewing shows or encouraging people to watch this or that, however thanks to Chelsea Lately, I decided to tune into another reality show tonight. Katie and I fell in love with "Dance Your Ass Off" on Oxygen.
Think "Biggest Loser" meets "Dancing with the Stars" except the contestants look like they are enjoying themselves and the dancing made me laugh out loud on several different occasions.
Think "Biggest Loser" meets "Dancing with the Stars" except the contestants look like they are enjoying themselves and the dancing made me laugh out loud on several different occasions.
Go ahead, watch it...and try and tell me I am wrong :)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Honesty
The lovely MG tagged me to reveal 10 true facts about myself.
1) I should be doing p90X Yoga right now. Instead I am updating my blog
2) Dakota and Daisy make me laugh out loud at least once per day. They bring SO much joy into my life especially with him deployed. The vet nicknamed Dakota velcro since she NEVER leaves my side. She is currently asleep at my feet as I type this.
3) Katie messed up a batch up Raspberry Almond brownies on Monday night (too gooey) and I finished off the entire pan by Tuesday night.
4) In my lifetime I wanted to be a professional women's basketball player, a lawyer, and a sports broadcaster.
5) I have learned more about life, responsiblity, and adversity in the past 7 months than in the past 24 years of my life.
6) For the past 4 months, my current maternal phase has told me that I do not want kids. This being the longest I have felt about NOT wanting kids. There was a time I wanted 4-6.
7) One of my favorite things to do is watch my little brother play football
8) I have not bought myself an outfit or pair of jeans since last July.
9) My next door neighbors have 11 kids. One day while cutting the grass, I walked into my house and found 4 of them running around my kitchen.
10) I consider myself unbelievably patient, love everyone, and always see the good in everyone. For instance, when I found the 4 kids running around my kitchen, I grabbed the 1 and 3 year old under my arms and yelled at the 5 and 6 year old to follow me back to their house.
I now tag....
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Not. In. The. Mood.
Tonight I am hosting potluck at 6pm.
I walked in the door at 4pm. Walked into the laundry and instantly smelled poop.
Daisy pooped EVERYWHERE. She will be a year old this month and has NEVER done this, not even at 4-5 weeks old. Thank goodness for a hose and kiddie pool. I locked her and Dakota upstairs while mopping the floor (yeah poopy paw prints). When I went upstairs, Daisy puked all over the carpet.
WHAT DID SHE EAT?!
Icing on the cake. Today I finally replaced the entire AC unit. I am out 1300 dollars. However, this evening I just noticed its not working...again.
I walked in the door at 4pm. Walked into the laundry and instantly smelled poop.
Daisy pooped EVERYWHERE. She will be a year old this month and has NEVER done this, not even at 4-5 weeks old. Thank goodness for a hose and kiddie pool. I locked her and Dakota upstairs while mopping the floor (yeah poopy paw prints). When I went upstairs, Daisy puked all over the carpet.
WHAT DID SHE EAT?!
Icing on the cake. Today I finally replaced the entire AC unit. I am out 1300 dollars. However, this evening I just noticed its not working...again.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Swoon
Its been awhile since my last school girl crush, but tonight I realized I might be falling for someone...Kiptyn from the Bachelorette.
Now maybe its because its been almost seven months since I have last seen my love or maybe its the magical dates on the show, but right now I am trying to devise a plan...
I need to convince the love of my life while we are in San Diego over R&R to find (hunt him down more or less) Kiptyn and confess my love to him.
I think he'll be down with it.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Embrace it.
I honestly think I have been in denial for the past 8 years.
After a year of dating, at the mere ol' age of 15, my boyfriend told me he wanted to attend WP. I grabbed everything I could get my hands onto that pertained to this place. I wanted to know every detail about it.
I joined a girlfriends site. I began reading posts of finding careers and majors suitable for the "Army Wife". This horrifed me. I grew up wanting the corner office or a successful career as a broadcasting major. I ignorantly thought, "I will never give up on my career".
I graduated in 2007 with honors and a double major in Business Management and Speech Communications. In my college career, I ran a radio station, landed an internship at CBS Sports in New York City, received numerous leadership awards, and particpated in every college organization under the sun. It paid off. I was offered a Vice President position at an up and coming Youth Sports Organization.
I was living the dream....Until I realized something exactly one year ago today.
I worked hard for four years in college and a year and a half at a job I loved. However, I pushed away the one thing I worked even harder at for an even longer period of time. My relationship with him.
I had THAT love. You know the love you daydream about during class or swoon over during movies wishing you fond someone like they did. Well I found him. And I almost lost him.
ONE year ago today, I realized something needed to give. The long distance after 8+ years was wearing on both of us. Our stubborness slowly started to wear. On July 6th I told him God had a plan for us. July 9th I quit my job. July 11th, I packed up my stuff and moved here.
Not one second of one day since then have I regretted my decision. I have never been happier.
Well...minus the career. You know the career I swore up and down I would never give up on. The career I wanted more than anything. The career where I almost lost my best friend, my soulmate...and yes...my now husband.
I have made myself sick pining over a job, thinking it would magically solve all of my problems. I jumped into a job that was a teeny, tiny bit related to my major.
The past few weeks, I have been hanging out with two amazing Army Wives, MG and Kate. I do not think they complain any less during deployment, know any more about the Army, etc. I think they are amazing because they embrace this lifestyle. They handle it with class, laughter, and kindness. They do not deny the Army. They do not compete with other wives by either saying, thinking, or knowing they handle this lifestyle better. They just live this life...the life God choose for them.
So today, tomorrow, and everyday after...I am going to embrace my life as an Army Wife. And my career? Well I've been told I have an entrepreneurial spirit (one of the best compliements) and I am a firm believer in if you want something done...do it yourself. For the past week I have begun a plan to open up my own business that will cater to my needs, his needs and most importantly our needs.
"Get busy living...or get busy dying"- Shawshank Redemption
After a year of dating, at the mere ol' age of 15, my boyfriend told me he wanted to attend WP. I grabbed everything I could get my hands onto that pertained to this place. I wanted to know every detail about it.
I joined a girlfriends site. I began reading posts of finding careers and majors suitable for the "Army Wife". This horrifed me. I grew up wanting the corner office or a successful career as a broadcasting major. I ignorantly thought, "I will never give up on my career".
I graduated in 2007 with honors and a double major in Business Management and Speech Communications. In my college career, I ran a radio station, landed an internship at CBS Sports in New York City, received numerous leadership awards, and particpated in every college organization under the sun. It paid off. I was offered a Vice President position at an up and coming Youth Sports Organization.
I was living the dream....Until I realized something exactly one year ago today.
I worked hard for four years in college and a year and a half at a job I loved. However, I pushed away the one thing I worked even harder at for an even longer period of time. My relationship with him.
I had THAT love. You know the love you daydream about during class or swoon over during movies wishing you fond someone like they did. Well I found him. And I almost lost him.
ONE year ago today, I realized something needed to give. The long distance after 8+ years was wearing on both of us. Our stubborness slowly started to wear. On July 6th I told him God had a plan for us. July 9th I quit my job. July 11th, I packed up my stuff and moved here.
Not one second of one day since then have I regretted my decision. I have never been happier.
Well...minus the career. You know the career I swore up and down I would never give up on. The career I wanted more than anything. The career where I almost lost my best friend, my soulmate...and yes...my now husband.
I have made myself sick pining over a job, thinking it would magically solve all of my problems. I jumped into a job that was a teeny, tiny bit related to my major.
The past few weeks, I have been hanging out with two amazing Army Wives, MG and Kate. I do not think they complain any less during deployment, know any more about the Army, etc. I think they are amazing because they embrace this lifestyle. They handle it with class, laughter, and kindness. They do not deny the Army. They do not compete with other wives by either saying, thinking, or knowing they handle this lifestyle better. They just live this life...the life God choose for them.
So today, tomorrow, and everyday after...I am going to embrace my life as an Army Wife. And my career? Well I've been told I have an entrepreneurial spirit (one of the best compliements) and I am a firm believer in if you want something done...do it yourself. For the past week I have begun a plan to open up my own business that will cater to my needs, his needs and most importantly our needs.
"Get busy living...or get busy dying"- Shawshank Redemption
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The good (sore) life.
Today I realized I did some kind of workout for 15 straight days. If I wasn't doing a P90X workout, I ran or did some kind of light cardio. While doing my leg & back workout this morning, I felt my body screaming for a day off. So tomorrow I promised my body I will take a day off.
How do I know this program works:
1) I ran 4 miles yesterday, no problem, with only running 4 total miles in the previous 4 months.
2) I tested my body fat at the gym on Wednesday...16.3%! And I feel like bragging a little because I tested this many times before and no matter what kind of shape I was in (running half marathons, kickboxing, pilates) I have never been this low. The trainer at the gym wants to test me again in 6 weeks when I am done with the 90 day progam. She and I both wished I would have tested before I started.
Katie, my little Doctor of Physical Therapy in training, stretched me out this evening. I cannot even begin to tell you how badly I needed a good stretching and how amazing it felt.
After a good stretch, long bath, and glass of wine...I am feeling very relaxed. Life is good.
How do I know this program works:
1) I ran 4 miles yesterday, no problem, with only running 4 total miles in the previous 4 months.
2) I tested my body fat at the gym on Wednesday...16.3%! And I feel like bragging a little because I tested this many times before and no matter what kind of shape I was in (running half marathons, kickboxing, pilates) I have never been this low. The trainer at the gym wants to test me again in 6 weeks when I am done with the 90 day progam. She and I both wished I would have tested before I started.
Katie, my little Doctor of Physical Therapy in training, stretched me out this evening. I cannot even begin to tell you how badly I needed a good stretching and how amazing it felt.
After a good stretch, long bath, and glass of wine...I am feeling very relaxed. Life is good.
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