Tonight I met my second internet friend. The lovely remarkablelulu joined me at PRESS 626 for half priced wine and yummy sandwiches.
To say we got along well would be an understatement— our poor waitress had to come back three times before we even looked at the menu, such chatty cathy’s we were! From our engineer husbands to our Northern roots to our devotion to our doggies, we seemed to have tons in common and the (almost three!) hours we spent together seemed to fly by.
She is gorgeous and lovely and I can’t wait to hang out with her again.
Hopefully next time we can bring our engineer husbands along!
This weekend I saw my high school sweetheart for the first time in years.
(I swear I’ll stop yapping about this weekend after this post, I do know it’s Tuesday and the rest of the world has moved on.)
He was strangely friendly, considering we’ve been playing this sort of “if I don’t acknowledge you, you don’t exist” game on the rare occasion we happen to find ourselves in the same crowd. He hugged me, we had a pleasant chat, we introduced significant others…it was all very unexpected and non-dramatic.
He mentioned a facebook message I sent him a while back, right after my college sweetheart passed away. I told him to be careful when he deploys (which he does in two weeks), because I didn’t think I could handle losing two past Big Deal Boyfriends. I still don’t, so I wished him well again this weekend.
It’s kinda nice to know that we can be friendly again, eight years after we all but stopped speaking to each other.
And, I’m not gonna lie, it’s also kinda nice to notice a bit of a prematurely receding hairline.
One of my very best friends got married, outside, on the hottest day of the year.
There are not a lot of people I would happily stand in the sun for, but Zach is one of them. Miraculously, my dear friend and his blushing and beautiful bride seemed to stay cool and impossibly gorgeous the entire evening. Must have been those wedding day jitters.
Though the entire evening was fantastic and full of friends and laughing and ridiculous dancing, my absolute favorite moment of the evening was when my dear friend, the groom, requested a song that brought me right back to 2006.
We spent hours walking around our college city streets to this song, him on guitar, me attempting to carry a tune. Sometimes we turned up the stereo and interpretive danced around the room to this song, usually after a few Lionshead Cream Ales.
Getting to do it again at his wedding will forever be one of my favorite memories.
Congratulations again my friends, may you have many happy years ahead!
When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too — leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have…of coming back.
Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.
”—Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. (via jennabee)
“I will not say goodbye to him. He ate my burger. We’re not speaking.”—My husband, refusing to say goodbye to the burger thieving dog. In Bruno’s defense, Zach left it on the dining room table when we went across the street to say our goodbyes to a moving neighbor.
I did my 4.5 miles run in the Canadian style today.
Run 10 minutes, walk 1 minute.
I was able to sustain 6.0 mph pace or higher during each running interval, which hasn’t happened in a while.
I think I may be a convert.
And now I have a gross question.
When I get to the really sweaty part of my run, my ears start to sweat and my ear buds fall out. I spend the last half of my run constantly pushing them back in, swearing under my breath, and fiddling with the volume.
Anyone else deal with this? Any suggestions?
I think I may have to keep doing the ‘80’s curls if I’m going to have to go back to rocking the headphones and walkman (in a fanny pack) while I run.
I told myself I can not leave the house today until I do this damn NMTZ workout.
I have a habit of going to the gym and doing my planned cardio and then completely talking myself out of any strength training by promising that I’ll do NMTZ at home later.
I never do it later.
I’m just not feeling it lately. I keep up with my half-marathon training runs and do additional cardio at the gym—because you can watch HGTV while you bike/walk inclines—but I’m bored with my routines.
It doesn’t help that my scale has been stuck at the same place since April, seemingly regardless of the amount of sweat I expend or the number of cookies I forgo.
I’m four pounds from my weight loss target goal and 14 from my ultimate “ideal” weight.
The rental place gave me a free upgrade to a huge SUV type jeep vehicle because they didn’t have anything else to give me.
Now, not only do I feel like I have to be Extra Super Careful while driving it because we didn’t buy the outlandish 30 dollars a day rental insurance, but I get to be Extra Super Careful in a beast of a vehicle.
Thought: “I’m gonna spend four hours at the gym today! I will be a skinny and buff interview candidate!”
Activity: Spend no more than 2 hours at the gym. Mostly walking in circles and talking yourself out of different gym-type activities that don’t involve watching HGTV.
Thought:”Today I will eat egg whites, salad, and lean protein. Let’s really hit this out of the park!”
Activity: Eat egg whites, salad, lean protein. And some popsicles. And a milkshake. And sweet potato fries. And a zucchini bread muffin. And a sandwich. Look up recipes for angel food cake. Look up recipes for that mashed banana ice cream you said you’d never make. Debate making baked ziti. Eat a pile of chips and “Helluva Good” onion dip because it reminds you of your dad who you suddenly miss incredibly but can’t/won’t call because omg it’s already 1am. Pass out face down in your “healthy” chips & dip chaser of strawberries and whipped cream. Repeat daily.
Thought: “I should clean the kitchen.”
Activity: Start cleaning the kitchen at midnight. Cleaning spree turns into full on kitchen reorganization that spans three days and results in spending $300 on organization shit at Target and buying a fancy new fridge on super sale.
Thought: “I will utilize all this down time by tacking that book/project/moving my computer files/doing something productive that’s been on my list since 2007”
Activity: Oh look, a HGVT Property Virgins marathon.