43 posts tagged “daily life”
Three and a half weeks ago, Dave and I decided to start our own little family, and we adopted this little guy
My Daddy called me late last night to ask about Dash's disease, and confirm that he had indeed been diagnosed with FIP. See, many years ago my Grandma died of a Peritonitis infection (the human version of course). On Thanksgiving Day. Daddy told me she always wanted a cat, but Grandpa preferred dogs. I like to think she has a kitten now - the best one we could have imagined.
We'll be burying Dash out back on Friday, where we buried our family's basset hound a number of years ago. And just when you thought Dash's story couldn't get weirder, our basset's name was Flash. So, Dash, Flash and Grandma - here's to you.
Just some random musings on a beautiful Friday morning:
A good way to make the county of clerks chuckle at you while you apply for your marriage license is to argue semantics with your attorney fiance in front of her. Nice work.
I haven't had Starbucks in who knows how long, and on the two block walk back to our cars we stopped at one on the way. I may have to start going to Starbucks regularly because this is the best coffee ever and its sugar and fat-free!
We had a really great trip to Maine last weekend. It was beautiful, relaxing, and fun. It was a blast to spend time with Dave's acapella friends, and they decided they must initiate us into the world of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" which is happening in a marathon session tomorow. I hear there's going to be pizza involved and I can't wait. Finally! I will know wtf they're talking about.
It's been a perfect morning. The weather outside is gorgeous, and it was great to spend the morning with Dave - every day should start like this one.
Our wedding is in just 29 days. Thats like, soon and stuff. Hm.
Mike: "I'm so busy today!"
Me: "I can tell, seeing as how you're on IM talking to me."
Mike: "I DO have priorities you know."
Me: "I get the sense you're starting to understand me"
What a weekend! My bridesmaids threw me a FABULOUS bridal shower this weekend. What a wonderful time! Family and friends were so generous, I have so many great things to fix up our home and start our new life together. Part of the decorations for the shower were baby pictures of me and Dave. Dave is the cutest little baby, and I really hope that someday when we have babies they look just like him. One of my bridesmaids asked him what he thought our babies would be like and he responded, very simply with "Tall and inattentive." The frightening part is just how true that is! For a glimpse of one of my baby photo favors made by my very talented best friend see here.
With all the fuss over the shower I totally forgot that yesterday was my birthday. I'm 27 now, and boy does that seem old. The odd numbers always seem older, I don't know why. My Daddy is taking me to see Batman on Thursday and I can't wait. Oh Christian Bale, how I swoon over you. Happy Birthday to me, indeed.
Finally, with all this talk of baby photos, in other non-related baby news congrats to Brian and Paige who are pregnant with their second child! What wonderful news!
This weekend is my bridal shower and I'm SO EXCITED to see all my favorite women in my life all at once. How amazing is that? Amazing. My sister, along with my bridesmaids, has put a tremendous amount of work into the shower. She did a great job working with everyone and simultaneously helping me with the wedding planning! It also has become apparent over the last few weeks we've spent together that we are, indeed, related. You see, my sister and I are so very different that sometimes it was hard to tell. Not that I didn't always love her, but sometimes I thought she was adopted. But then we have a conversation like this, and I know for sure - we are sisters:
Her: "So, I went up to Pirate and said - make me a milkshake, and.."
Me: "Wait. Pirate?"
Her: "Yeah. I call him that because he looks like a pirate."
Me: "What do you MEAN he looks like a pirate? Does he like wear an eyepatch or something? Bring a parakeet to work? Have a wooden leg?"
Her: "Nooooo silly. He looks like the Pirate from "Dodgeball", so I call him Pirate."
Me: "To his face?"
Her: "Uh, yeah! So anyway, I went up to him and said 'Pirate, make me a milkshake' and...."
What happened to Spring? How come we don't get a Spring anymore? We go straight from 40 degree weather to 98 degree weather, and Mother Nature - I veto this plan. I'm sort of okay that Summer is so quickly upon us, mostly because I'm extremely ready for it to be over. The start, means the beginning of the end. There will be some work changes for me over the next two months and I'm really looking forward to them. They can't happen soon enough in my mind, but I will be patient.
Plus, lots of good things happen at the end of the summer - I get to go to Geneva (whoo hoo!), and then its Fall and holy shit I get married in the Fall. Like MARRIED, married. With a husband. I'm really excited for our wedding, I'm so glad all our loved ones are going out of their way to be here for us and celebrate with us. I think its going to be a great party, and lots of fun. I'm genuinely looking forward to it.
As for wedding planning, I think I'm the laziest bride ever. The lady at our venue site freaked out when I called her a couple of weeks ago asking if there was, like, you know, something I was supposed to be doing. "OHMYGOD. YOU HAVE TO GET IN HERE! THERE ARE DECISIONS!" oh. uh, okay! Listen here people, I've never done this before..so I'm happy to decide any thing you'd like but I didn't think there were that many decisions. Food? Check. Music? Check. Clothes? Check. What else is there? Oh the details of those things, you say? Hm. Okay, I guess I should get to work on that stuff.
We actually made some good decisions about the bridesmaids gowns, and the groomsmens tuxes, and other attire. I'm also super excited to have our rehearsal dinner at Iron Hill Brewery, and our next steps are to figure out the flowers (did you know they have a design? Really! They have a design!) and cake. Mmm, CAKE. I can't wait to do the cake part. I'm still working on my wedding band, I'm just struggling to find something I really love. I had been thinking about getting a ring with sapphires in it, but they're all either way too expensive or not what I'm really looking for. I may just be getting a simple platinum band, which I also really like too. So I think I've made some good progress, but there's still lots to do.
I just can't wait to spend time with my girlfriends getting ready, and celebrating all night. I'm looking forward to being surrounded by all the people who love us - what an honor that people would do that for us. I've been very blown away by how excited and supportive our friends and family are, and we just feel so loved. So, thank you to everyone who has been so kind and helpful for us over the last 6 months (can you believe its been that much time?!) and we can't wait to see you 4 months from now!
I think the goofy things I do while training are funny, but sometimes its hard to describe the hilarity. Whenever I tell Dave about the bizarre thing I did or that happened that I thought was cool or hysterical the conversation goes something like this:
"And then, I did a bench press but like..backwards sorta, with like my arms over here and my legs, see my legs go over there. And it was awesome! And funny!"
*Blank Stare* "Uh. yeah, thats hysterical dear."
So, I'm sorry if thats your reaction to this next story about my bench presses, but I think its mildly entertaining.
Last week I was doing dumbbell bench presses and on my last rep of my last set my left arm made it about halfway and then just..died. My trainer eventually pulled on the weight and helped me finish the rep. The second he let go the weight plummeted straight down, I apparently had no strength left. And so the tongue lashing from the trainer began:
"Underwear! What the hell?! I'd prefer it if my clients didn't drop weights on their faces!"
"Dude. I had no idea it was going to do that. I promise I would have told you. But seriously - it didn't go to my face, it went to the SIDE of my face."
"It missed your ear by like a milimeter."
"Okay, okay! But I agree with you - I'd rather not hit myself in the face with the weights. My arm just said..'fuck you, I'm out.' I couldn't help it! Is that what 'muscle failure' feels like?"
"SIGH. Yes. Yes, thats what muscle failure feels like. And warn me next time so I can at least TRY to catch it."
Right. Next time my muscle spontaneously gives up on me I'll send you a memo.
Today we were doing barbell bench presses. He had racked itty bitty 'baby' weights as I called them and we did a high rep set (high reps = 15). Seeing as how I called them 'baby' weights when I started means he added manual resistance on my last rep, pushing on the bar. Last rep, last set again and this time I got halfway and he STOPPED me and made me push there and when he let go I couldn't move it any higher. And worse, the weight started to come back DOWN.
"I'm soorrrrrrr-ry!"
Laughing. The bar is now SITTING on my chest. "What are you doing?"
"I can't lift it! I can't move it at all!"
More laughing. He assisted the bar up and said "I think my favorite part was when you APOLOGIZED as the bar came rushing towards your neck."
I love weight lifting.
I know I've been talking about how busy I am - busy, ridiculously busy. And I was thinking to myself, "Whatever, stop being such a whiner. Everyone's busy."
I just noticed 12 days after I got paid, that my paycheck was 30% lower than it should have been for some reason. I sent an email to the HR department, I'm sure there's some good reason, but seriously - shouldn't I have noticed something like that oh, I don't know 12 DAYS AGO?
I suppose I could credit my very good budgeting skills, saying I saw the lower amount in my account and just adjusted my spending over the last 12 days. But honestly, I've just been too busy to really analyze my accounts like I normally do. Scary, huh?
Speaking of accounts - we just started the process of opening our, dun dun dun dun...JOINT account. I know I agreed to marry him - but share my money? When did I agree to that?
I can't believe I'm one exam from finishing my first trimester at Thunderbird. I get one week off and then its time to start the dreaded second trimester. And I do mean dreaded. It has only half a credit more, but we have no less than 4 assignments due every week - plus midterms, projects, and finals oh my! I've got a great group I joined for 'competitive strategy' - how's that for strategy, making our team three weeks before the class starts? But before I get to any of that I have still my Global Political Economy exam left. I just finished my Accounting final exam, and it was such a beast of a class I'm contemplating what exactly I should do with my text book - burn it? drown it? shred it? Not sure yet.
Speaking of horribly difficult things...this year has sucked miserably so far - but it looks like things might be starting to turn around soon. My California travel is concluding after one more week out there in mid-May. For those of you at home counting, thats 8 weeks in just under 5 months. I have no idea how I planned 1/2 my wedding and took 4 classes but I know that there's no way I could pull that off again, and so thankfully I was able to work something out.
Normally when I'm backed into a corner like I have been recently I get feisty. The best way to silence critics is to give them nothing to critique you about. But what do you do, when you HAVE given your best and now you are being critiqued about who you are as person? Its a really negative place to be, and I just have been agonizing over what I can do to try to make it better. I know I can't change people's minds, but I'm not good at just accepting that some people are assholes and that its not me - its them. I was listening to "Gunpowder & Lead" by Miranda Lambert after my exam and I was like "Hey wait! Where'd my feisty go?!" I think I need a little more feisty in me on these issues, enough to be able to just "Whatever" the assholes, and keep my own confidence and feistiness about everything else. So I'm going to make this song my mantra for the next few months until I can close out some things. Because Miranda's right: they ain't seen me crazy yet.
Chorus:
"I'm going home gonna load my shotgun, wait by the door light a cigarette.
He wants a fight, well now he's got one and he ain't seen me crazy yet
Slapped my face and shook me like a ragdoll, don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to show him what a little girl's made of: Gunpowder and Lead.
His fist is big, but my gun's bigger - he'll find out when I pull the trigger."
Via Text Message:
"Dude, traffic in Phoenix is sucking life right now!"
"Are you texting and driving? Or is traffic that bad on strippers row that you're stopped?"
"No, I stopped in for a lap dance to wait out the traffic, of course."
"No time for the champagne room?"
"There's no sex in the champagne room."
"Only people who have never been in the champagne room say that."
"Damn! Thats why I like you, you tell it like it is."
