Friday, April 29, 2005

I'm surprised she made it out alive

In my long list of memorable dinners I have now added the most eventful evening to the top. It started fairly subdued. A little naked baby eating spaghetti and carrots. A husband and wife discussing the events of their normal day, and a dog waiting for someone to invite her to dinner. The kitchen sits right off of the entryway, which provided for a great view of the explosion of activity to come.

The door that Joe had just come through fifteen minutes earlier, which is consistently locked except for this night, began to open. It opened slowly at first, so slow that we thought it was the wind, and then we heard her keys jingle and all hell breaks loose! Joe takes off from the table, screaming in his big scary we're-gonna-die voice at the person coming into our house. At the same time he is running to the door to slam it shut, pushing the person out onto the landing and hopefully not breaking something on someone in the process.

We eventually recovered with serious discussion mixed with some giggling. A short time later the perpetrator/victim rang the doorbell. She was in late 40s or early 50s, dark grey hair cut in a bob that makes her resemble marcy from peanuts, big round glasses, and braces. I can't believe she didn't faint right there on the steps, but she seemed to be fine. She apologized profusely for thinking our door was hers. She was horribly embarrassed. I must have asked her 3 different times if she was really okay. She said she was just fine and that she would have reacted the same way had someone just walked into her house.

Now I know that it might seem hard to find humor in this story, especially since you're reading it, and I'm much better at making stories like this funny in person. But I just want you to imagine for one second that the meek, timid woman is really a 12 Lb wild bunny rabbit. Are you really imagining it? Because if you are, then you should be laughing pretty hard right now!

and if anyone doubts my adoration for my husband because of my poking fun at him, please read my I gave money to Dr Laura entry.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Big Fat Lazy Butt

That's my new name. BFLB. Mrs. BFLB to you! I just can't seem to get off of my arse to get back to the gym. I want to be outside doing stuff, but for some reason doing it by myself just sucks, so I end up hanging out at home instead. And a month ago the dark cold winter was my excuse. I'm such the queen of excuses.

Alison is so close to walking. I expected that she would realize how cool walking was and start right away. But instead it's like she knows and isn't ready. She's very aware that she could stand and move on two feet, but crawling just seems better for some reason. and it's even funnier when she crawls using her back feet. I've never seen anything move so fast.

A typical stroll across the room for Alison involves naptime too. She starts up, then stops and lays her head down on the floor, lifts it up, giggles and moves closer. Then does it all over again. Head down, giggle, crawl. Head down, giggle, crawl.

I added pictures today that I just got developed. Have a looksie.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Recuperating

Ali and I got sick last week. It was no fun. I'm still working through it. I think it was a combination of physical and emotional stress. I forget how much those can entertwine. I also hate it when I don't realize I've been taxing my emotional self. I am the master of lying to myself about my emotional state, so when it comes time to admit the truth I'm not quite sure what the truth is because I don't trust myself. I tell half truths to myself until it all makes sense and the whole truth is found. I'm so neurotic. ugh.

Anyway, a few days of being sick and not exercising have helped me to relax a little bit. So I'll be back on the fitness wagon tomorrow. Especially since I got a jogger. I'm going to grab my new anchorage trail map and hit some cool trail tomorrow.

I have a photoalbum online...the link is to your right. I'll add pictures as I take them. Enjoy!

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Sad sad day

One of my closest friends lost her father last night. We grew up together. I'm so sad for her and her family. The thought of losing one of my parents rips me apart. Even though he's been sick for so long. No one thought it would be this soon. I suppose you never really expect it though. Not when someone could still have another 40 years of living to go.

So now comes the deciding moment for me - try to make a trip to see her before I see her in November, just to be there for support and cheering up, or do I save my little bit of money and make my trip in November a little more special. I have such a desire to jump to the rescue, that I'm never sure if I'm really needed, feel obligated, or just want to be involved. It's an awful thought, that I would be going for my own reasons, but isn't most help for your own gratification? For the kudos? for the glory of being the one who saved?

wow...I'm no fun this morning. Time to get back to processing taxes! Whoopee!

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Instant Grafitication

I want it now. Don't make me wait. I want to feel the rush of my money exiting my wallet and a new sparkly shiny thing in my hands. It's so much more special now that it is mine and not sitting in the store anymore. And OH the grand ways I plan on spending time with my new object. Hours upon hours of functional fun. Until a few days later when I find I have no time, it's too heavy, too big, too much...and eventually will decide to sell it.

Okay, so now that I've taken myself through that little trip I suppose I can start to truly evaluate the need for that special something. I must start by remembering what the original plan and current priorities are. Once those have been remembered, I must stop myself from shoving them out of the way for the new shiny object and remember why they were there. Okay. Remembered. I'm feeling the oringal plan now and it yet it still doesn't involve my newest obsession. Damn it...I was hoping this would work differently!

I'm a grown up. I have to make grown up, thought out, patient decisions. (Breath Amber). Okay. It's decided. and Joe will be so proud of me! Or just laugh his ass off because I've spent the last twenty four hours obsessing about an object that we just HAVE TO HAVE and that I've never seemed to have desperately needed until this very moment.

I'm guessing he'll make fun of me all night. Oh well, I guess sometimes you just have to be the entertainment.

Friday, April 01, 2005

PMSing?

I wish I had a port where I could plug in a USB cable and hook it up to the computer so I could download a report of my current mental/emotional/physical state. It would tell me if I really did get enough sleep, which would include an analysis showing whether or not working out would have been a benefit or a hinderance on my health. (One more hour of sleep when you've been up all night, or go exhaust your last resources?)

Anyway, I suppose that today is just a day to PMS. I've been sitting at home all morning tinkering around. Trying not to eat every little snack-like food in the kitchen. I should NEVER buy things you can grab out of a bag. or peanut butter. Satan's spread! I didn't go to work because alison was up all night nursing and was a huge pain in the butt last night. Not that it was her fault, I don't think she felt good. She wanted up, the down then sideways. Alone, but with me. Anywhere but where or how she was.

so I called one of my best friends today to whine to her and of course, I wasn't the one who needed to whine. Or who needed the hug. So then I feel bad for complaining when I really don't have it bad, and not being able to help her because she's an adult and has to deal with her own crap. Boy that sucks too. Makes me want to get in the car and drive the six hours to her house. Maybe....I'll have to think about it.

Mom and Dad are in Kansas. Actually, mom is in Kansas, Dad is in Texas. I was sad to not be able to go when I talked to them and heard everyone's voice in the background, but then I realized just what it would mean to have a 9 month old baby on an airplane for hours and hours and then be in someone else's house for days. Just the thought stresses me out.

Hhhmmm...is it just me, or am I whining?

Time to get ready to go to the gym.