Friday, February 15, 2013
Yep, you guessed it: another melting pot of a post.
Did you know that June 1 is just over 15 weeks away? No? Well, why would you—unless you have a walking marathon to complete that day like I do. I fell into LDW (long-distance walking) last year. This was after I decided to think with my head instead of my heart when it came to high-impact exercise and the structural issues with my spine. The doctors had been suggesting it for years, but I was too proud to admit my body wasn't the well-oiled machine that it used to be. And in true human fashion, I focused on what I couldn't do instead of what I could. That all changed when I discovered long distance walking.
Anyway, Nick and I completed the Walk Wisconsin half-marathon last year. We made it into a local newspaper when we kissed at the finish line on stage:
We made a pact to complete the full marathon this year, and our [self led] 16 week training program commenced on Monday. We can use the walking track at the rec center until the weather is a little nicer (16 laps to a mile), but we need to find an outdoor venue this weekend to complete the scheduled 10-mile walk because I'm pretty sure that I'll go insane during one of those 160 laps.
I suck at romance—seriously do. Nick is the romantic one of our pair. I admitted my failings yesterday as I sat in the salon with foils in my hair. When I approached the chair with my request for highlights (since my hair keeps going back to blonde anyway, might as well go with it), Jean (my hairdresser of the last eight years) looked upset. "You can't do that! Not yet! It's still fun season with your hair!" she cried. I couldn't tell if she was joking, so I just stared. "Do you trust me?" she asked at last. Since I do, she waved her magic wand and gave me pretty, copper-kissed lowlights instead. I'm getting the feeling that my brunette stylist is bored by my blonde.
Anyway, I told her of my unromantic tendencies and she started going on about ideas from Facebook and Pinterest and blah, blah, blah. Finally, she got to the point and suggested a trick with hard-boiled eggs to make them look like hearts. "You could give that to Nick!"
I couldn't stop the snort. Happy Valentine's Day, honey! Here's an egg to show you how much I care! "Or you could just go home and be yourself, I guess. He's probably used to you by now anyway," she finished sarcastically when I finished laughing.
New Coffee Mug
I take a lot of pills. I don't like it, but…
I take Ultram four times daily for chronic pain. This doesn't have a huge effect on me, but it definitely takes the edge off and allows me to function fairly normally. Since all this fell into my lap in August 2006, I am a little afraid of anything that totally takes the pain away because that's such a nice, addicting feeling. I have heavier narcotics and muscle relaxers in my arsenal for when the hurt is way out of my pain tolerance (I refer to them as my "escalation drugs"). The point is that doctors have stopped trying to find a fix, so they try to make me as comfortable as I can be (i.e. medication). I'm hoping to see a doctor in a couple months who will give me another option, but it is what it is for now.
Anyway, I try to make light of it as much as I can. As such, I couldn't resist purchasing this coffee cup when I saw it:
I like laughing, and this makes me laugh: I actually take chill pills—DAILY!
Since all this moving madness started, Nick and I, for the first time ever I think, started watching Home and Garden Television. Apparently we've had the channel all along! Anyway, HGTV has approximately a bajillion shows on real estate…it's a new obsession for us. Property Brothers in particular is very nice to watch.
Bonus Dose of Cuteness
Sophie doesn't know how to be anything but adorable. It stinks when you really want to be angry with her.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Today is my dad's birthday. I had to do some quick math just now to figure how
This picture is a bit old…almost eight years to be exact. I am posting it because:
I love my father. Whatever can be said about our relationship, the love is always there…and I know completely that it is mutual. His heart is big and vulnerable; he is brave because he displays it for the world to see. I am proud of the person he is, and the truth is that I wouldn't be "me" without him.
Happy birthday, Dad!
Sunday, February 3, 2013
One post-per-week seems to be all that I am capable of producing lately, so I'm going to steal it for myself instead of dedicating it to Sophie even though it's Sunday and all—call me a bad cat-mom, I know I deserve it. I've actually been trying to think of ways to keep this site updated regardless of the time (or lack-thereof) I have available to write. Maybe a weekly summary is the way until life calms down a bit.
So, last week was crazy.
I think those are my two main topics. As for the rest…
There you go: my week in a single exhalation.
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