Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Enough Already
My husband told me the funniest joke I'd ever heard yesterday. He wants to buy a jogging stroller off Craigslist. So we can jog. Together. Because it'd be good for us.
Yeah, pretty much. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. I told him if we did, he'd have to start from ground zero with me, because I doubt I can run to the end of my street without getting winded. He told me he was game. So I agreed that if he found a stroller for under $35, got himself new running shoes, and worked out a jogging schedule for us, I'd try it.
Needless to say, I'm more than a bit skeptical. I hate working out, and I can just imagine what it will be like for D to try to teach me to jog. Neither one of us are athletic in the least, and he, love of my life, is not a very patient teacher.
In other bad news, we visited the dermatologist a few weeks ago. I got a biopsy done on a mole and found out that while I don't have skin cancer, I do need to start yearly visits and have a bunch of moles removed so they don't become skin cancer.
Not only that, but I went to the dentist today. I have always hated the dentist. I can remember crying hysterically in the car anytime we had to go. And I used to have healthy teeth! We hadn't been in two years because we moved and then I got pregnant (which meant leaving my job, changing insurance, and not being able to go anyway, because apparently when you're preggo you practically can't do anything medical to your body). Driving over there today I feared the worst, and with good reason. Found out I have five cavities. And that the tooth that I chipped a week before I married Vid (which I got fixed, mind you), has actually died from "trauma" and now I need a root canal and a crown. Who knew a tooth could suffer trauma?(Side note: Please no comments on how wretched a root canal is. I'm already scared enough.)
Welcome to being 30. Sigh. Closer to 31, really. I know I mentioned sexiness in a previous post, which probably shocked some of my readers (sorry Ma & M2), but seriously. So far my 30 has not been very sexy or much fun. Looks like SPF 30, floss, and a night guard are my new best beach & bedtime buddies. I feel old. And kinda like Vid and I have become the Meg Ryan & Bill Pullman couple from Sleepless In Seattle.
Yeah, pretty much. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. I told him if we did, he'd have to start from ground zero with me, because I doubt I can run to the end of my street without getting winded. He told me he was game. So I agreed that if he found a stroller for under $35, got himself new running shoes, and worked out a jogging schedule for us, I'd try it.
Needless to say, I'm more than a bit skeptical. I hate working out, and I can just imagine what it will be like for D to try to teach me to jog. Neither one of us are athletic in the least, and he, love of my life, is not a very patient teacher.
In other bad news, we visited the dermatologist a few weeks ago. I got a biopsy done on a mole and found out that while I don't have skin cancer, I do need to start yearly visits and have a bunch of moles removed so they don't become skin cancer.
Not only that, but I went to the dentist today. I have always hated the dentist. I can remember crying hysterically in the car anytime we had to go. And I used to have healthy teeth! We hadn't been in two years because we moved and then I got pregnant (which meant leaving my job, changing insurance, and not being able to go anyway, because apparently when you're preggo you practically can't do anything medical to your body). Driving over there today I feared the worst, and with good reason. Found out I have five cavities. And that the tooth that I chipped a week before I married Vid (which I got fixed, mind you), has actually died from "trauma" and now I need a root canal and a crown. Who knew a tooth could suffer trauma?(Side note: Please no comments on how wretched a root canal is. I'm already scared enough.)
Welcome to being 30. Sigh. Closer to 31, really. I know I mentioned sexiness in a previous post, which probably shocked some of my readers (sorry Ma & M2), but seriously. So far my 30 has not been very sexy or much fun. Looks like SPF 30, floss, and a night guard are my new best beach & bedtime buddies. I feel old. And kinda like Vid and I have become the Meg Ryan & Bill Pullman couple from Sleepless In Seattle.
Monday, April 19, 2010
This Desert Life
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Thanks to the time change, Abi-girl slept in until nine AM today. She's napping again now.
We just got back from the grocery store. And now I ought to be unpacking. Or doing dishes. Instead I started flipping through the photos of our (wonderful, marvelous, relaxing, lazy, gluttonous) vacation in Phoenix. Here are a few shots of how we spent our time:
Oma spent a lot of time hugging her granddaughter, which meant lots of free time for us. We even had a chance to go for an early dinner at El Encanto, an outdoor Mexican restaurant that we love. In fact, we ate Mexican food every night. We came home a bit overloaded... and indigestion-y... but loved it.
David got to hike and saw fun things like snakes and lizards and toads (oh my!), but I opted out due to a big splinter embedded in my foot. My mother snagged this photo while we were unaware. Here, David gamely offers to pull it out for me. Notice my face... Despite the expression, he did a good job.
Abigail played in a pool for the first time, and seemed to enjoy herself. Of course, Oma made sure the water was nice and warm. Here she is splashing and clapping. She tried a dip in the big girl pool too, even though it was cold.
Thanks to the time change, Abi-girl slept in until nine AM today. She's napping again now.
We just got back from the grocery store. And now I ought to be unpacking. Or doing dishes. Instead I started flipping through the photos of our (wonderful, marvelous, relaxing, lazy, gluttonous) vacation in Phoenix. Here are a few shots of how we spent our time:
David got to hike and saw fun things like snakes and lizards and toads (oh my!), but I opted out due to a big splinter embedded in my foot. My mother snagged this photo while we were unaware. Here, David gamely offers to pull it out for me. Notice my face... Despite the expression, he did a good job.
And, of course, we spent some time in the hot tub and pool, too....
Aww.
Aside from that, we watched movies, read, ate junk food, stared at the desert, and slept in. And when we got bored, we got creative. Or rather, when David got bored he got creative:
Aside from that, we watched movies, read, ate junk food, stared at the desert, and slept in. And when we got bored, we got creative. Or rather, when David got bored he got creative:
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Sweet Life
The window guys are at our house right now, so Abigail and I aren't. We escaped to Panera to have some breakfast. I ate an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich and coffee. Abigail had some pears and is now working her way steadily through a bag of Cheerios. We're chilling. It's a perfect morning - sunny and warm. Panera is bustling (mostly with old people or businessmen.) Days like these I feel spoiled and indulgent - like maybe the stay-at-home-mommy life isn't so bad after all. Of course, a leisurely breakfast at Panera isn't the norm for us - I just needed to be out of the way for a while. I couldn't imagine keeping Abi-girl corraled in the "back" of our house - i.e. our bedroom and her room - for 5 hours. Plus I didn't want to deal with all the noise of two men tromping through the house.
There's a table full of retired people sitting in front of me. There are 10 of them gathered together. I'm thinking this is a regular thing, that they meet to chat and have coffee. They are maybe in their 70s. I had this funny thought as I watched them - I began wondering what each one of them might have looked like in their 20s. Were they frat boys and sorrority girls? Preps? Nerds? Who knows? Right now they are all sporting the style everyone does at seventy. Tennis shoes, glasses, and short pants.
Speaking of 70, I told David last night I wished the dentist would just remove all my teeth and give me dentures or something. We made a recent visit to the dentist to discover that we (well, David, but probably me, too) have some major cavity filling to be done - along with some other work. I hate the dentist. I've always hated the dentist. I figure the deterioration of my teeth is unavoidable - and I am terrified every time I go that I will need to have work done, and that work will hurt. So why not just spare everyone the stress and anxiety? Take the teeth out, and then I won't have to worry anymore.I tried to tell him dentures would be sexy. He didn't buy it.
There's a table full of retired people sitting in front of me. There are 10 of them gathered together. I'm thinking this is a regular thing, that they meet to chat and have coffee. They are maybe in their 70s. I had this funny thought as I watched them - I began wondering what each one of them might have looked like in their 20s. Were they frat boys and sorrority girls? Preps? Nerds? Who knows? Right now they are all sporting the style everyone does at seventy. Tennis shoes, glasses, and short pants.
Speaking of 70, I told David last night I wished the dentist would just remove all my teeth and give me dentures or something. We made a recent visit to the dentist to discover that we (well, David, but probably me, too) have some major cavity filling to be done - along with some other work. I hate the dentist. I've always hated the dentist. I figure the deterioration of my teeth is unavoidable - and I am terrified every time I go that I will need to have work done, and that work will hurt. So why not just spare everyone the stress and anxiety? Take the teeth out, and then I won't have to worry anymore.I tried to tell him dentures would be sexy. He didn't buy it.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Arizona!
On Wednesday, Vid, Bubs and I are leaving on a jet plane to visit Oma in her desert-land. We're pretty excited. AZ means some alone time for us, because Oma will be hanging with the Babblegail as much as possible. It means yummy Mexican food and margaritas and sun and swimming and a hot tub and sleeping in (sort of). The last time David and I visited my mom was almost exactly two months before our wedding - so basically, three years ago. We were overdue a visit.
Today's been a flurry of laundry-doing, list making, and packing as we scrounge to pull everything together before Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday. We're not super organized - we're packing tonight because tomorrow we'll have some guys here replacing our basement and front picture window. Tonight we moved a bunch of the living room furniture out of the way of the windows, so the upstairs is a mess. And I'll have to figure out how to stay out of the way of lots of dust and breaking glass, and keep the Abi-girl entertained all the while. I think I may escape to a coffee shop for a while. And maybe Old Navy. I need new flip flops.
Today's been a flurry of laundry-doing, list making, and packing as we scrounge to pull everything together before Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday. We're not super organized - we're packing tonight because tomorrow we'll have some guys here replacing our basement and front picture window. Tonight we moved a bunch of the living room furniture out of the way of the windows, so the upstairs is a mess. And I'll have to figure out how to stay out of the way of lots of dust and breaking glass, and keep the Abi-girl entertained all the while. I think I may escape to a coffee shop for a while. And maybe Old Navy. I need new flip flops.
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