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humble pie for breakfast

10 Nov

Its 5:00 am and entirely too quiet, too dark, and too cold for the madness that is me getting up to go for a wog (walk/jog) this morning. The argument in my head was of the classic angel vs devil variety.

My Head: Its a new day! Go wog. You’ll be glad you did.
My Bed: Its soooo warm and cozy in here, isn’t it?
My Head: Shut up. Don’t encourage her to be a lazy, albeit well rested, chunky butt.
My Bed: You could get an hours extra sleep if you stay. Sleep is important for overall well-being and happiness.
My Head: Hey, Procrastinator Polly. I know you, if you don’t do it now, you won’t do it at all.
My Bed: You can just do it after work. The snooze button is your friend.

I finally shut them both down with a brisk “don’t think, just do” mantra and went outside, purposely leaving the side door unlocked so I could get back in.

It was cold this morning y’all. (Hush, Northerners, I hear you laughing at my aversion to getting out in balmy 30 degree temps.) But I readied my ear-buds, got my app started, and set out in a most zombie-like fashion. It wasn’t pretty but it was done.

My Head: Now, to get a shower, get the kiddo ready and delivered to school. I’m actually ahead of schedule so I bet I can make a quick grocery run after dropping her off and even get to work early. I WILL WIN MONDAY, YES I WILL!

Cue LOCKED DOOR.

No worries, the lights are on. The family is obviously awake since all lights were off when I left. I’ll just knock calmly and someone will let me in.

Crickets.

No biggie, they are probably just making breakfast and can’t hear me. I’ll just knock a bit louder.

Even quieter crickets.

The only family member who comes to the door is the one without useful thumbs…the dog.

Which brings to mind the reason that I am probably locked out. I deduce that The Accountant let the dog out to pee and out of habit, locked the door when he let pup back in. An honest mistake, although an irritable one since I had texted him to tell him I was going for a morning walk/jog.

Its cool, I’ll just try knocking LOUDLY on another door.

Silence.

By now my acquired body heat from the morning’s activity has worn off and I am getting cold. And quite angry because I have since realized that The Accountant is probably partaking in a nice warm shower and can’t hear me at all, and kiddo has been taught to never open the door to anyone if mom and dad are not around. Especially not to stark-raving mad lunatics who are banging at the back doors at 5:45 in the morning.

I now begin texting The Accountant…

Semi-Reasonable Finn: Dude, I’m locked out.

I move to the front door and ring the doorbell over and over again like a complete psycho.

Furious texting ensues…

Less-Reasonable Finn: #%$&@! THAT’S IT! I’M NEVER MAKING YOU POPCORN AGAIN! @ %&#@*! DO NOT SPEAK TO ME FOR 24 HOURS, AT LEAST! @&%$!*!

Are they even in there???

Completely Lost Her Mind Finn Who Is Convinced She Is Going To Freeze To Death While Wearing A Sweaty Turned Clammy Sports Bra And Mismatched Running Socks: @ %&#@!*! You are in the shower aren’t you!?!?!? @#%&$ HOW DARE YOU BE TAKING A SHOWER WHILE THE WOMAN WHO BIRTHED YOUR ONLY DAUGHTER IS OUT HERE FREEZING HER ASS OFF BECAUSE YOU LOCKED HER OUT!!!! @&%$!*! @&%$!*! @&%$!*! HOW.DARE.YOU!!!!

As I’m peering in through the window pane in between repeated mad ringing of the doorbell, I see a stark naked kiddo with a huge striped beach towel wrapped on top of her head cautiously peering around the corner. SALVATION! “Its ok, its mommy, its ok, its just mommy!” I yell at her. She tentatively approaches, unlocks the door and gives me a wary stare. I immediately worry that I’ve scared the poop out of her with all my banging and ringing and carrying on but she seems unscarred and only in need of minor therapy later in life. I explain to her that daddy locked me out and thank her for rescuing me from certain death on the mean streets of a suburban subdivision.

Then I get THE text, accompanied by mental divorce papers.

“I didn’t touch the door.”

You all know how this ends, right?

Sheepish Mommy: Kiddo, did you let the dog out?

Kiddo (looking dubious): Yeeeeeees?

Sheepish Mommy: And did you let him back in and then lock the door?

Kiddo (now looking around desperately for escape routes): Yeeeees?

Guilt-ridden Mommy: Its ok. You did exactly like you’re supposed to. Lock the door when you let the dog in and out, and do not ever open the door when mommy and daddy aren’t here. Mommy just thought your father locked me out and I got a little…antsy. Ahem.

The Accountant enters and Awkward Damage Control Wife appears, apologetic and embarrassed. The grovelling was not pretty but it was absolutely necessary after my legendary fit.

Suffice it to say, this wasn’t the best morning for positive spousal relations. You know what they say about assuming.

The Accountant and I have since repaired the damage to our relationship for the most part, although I am doomed to be reminded of these events until the day I die. But at least I won’t die of hypothermia because I plan to take a house key with me from now on.

all the squeeees.

11 Jul

Number of weeks till Paris…4…To celebrate number of years married to the love of my life…15…Number of happys this makes me…Too many to count. ❤ Bring it on. SQUEEEEEEE!!!!

let me be sappy for a minute

14 Feb

I cringe when I think about how much I have taken him for granted in the recent past. He loves me and kiddo to the ends of the earth and takes care of us like no one else ever could. I don’t deserve him. We will celebrate 15 years of marriage this summer (in Paris no less!!!) and 18 total years together. Marriage isn’t easy and sometimes we have a knack for making it harder than it has be. But the two of us are stronger than ever before and I can’t imagine my life without this man. This morning we told each other that we would love each other forever. Truer words were never spoken. ♥ I love you baby!

PicMonkey Collage

the latest

24 Jan

012114aIt’s been a crazy, but good week for various reasons. I’ve made some headway on my personal to-do list, hung out with friends, made some plans, and did some thangs. Next week’s list includes drastically ramping up the job search and figuring out/solidifying some vacation plans we have brewing.

The weekend is looking promising. Kiddo is so excited that she can hardly stand it. Some family members are taking her to Chuck E. Cheese Hell with some cousins and then they are having a sleepover. Kiddo has stayed the night at her favorite babysitter’s a couple of times so I’m hoping this one goes well and The Accountant and I get to enjoy a nice relaxing time to ourselves. Crossing fingers for no phone calls at midnight telling me to come get my kid.

Tax season is underway and we are adjusting. Kiddo has had some negative behavior issues at school that we are surmising have to do with not seeing daddy very much. I’m hoping this evens out soon because we have a long way to go before Uncle Sam releases us. The Good Morning board has been working out great for making the beginnings of our day less frustrating. So there’s that.

That’s it for now.

moving…

5 Jan

…my body that is. And brain too, I suppose. Feeling good lately with better food choices and consistent work outs at the gym and walking/jogging outside. The weather is supposed to be icky this week so I’ve tried to take advantage of the good stuff while I can and have been getting my walks done outside before I have to resort to the treadmill. My lower back has been aching a bit but I’m blaming it on old age and hoping its nothing.

outside

In other news, I’m doing a lot more reading and personal writing these days. I read an article the other day about self-hate and doing what’s good for YOU. I’ll find it and link it maybe. Anyway, it made me think about things and re-prioritizing and yada yada. This week, at some point, I hope to get back into a bit of a routine and do some planning on a few things I want to accomplish this year. I feel like I’ve been in stagnant mode for the past few months. I think this paragraph is more of a placeholder for a future post when I can really think about it without a squirmy kiddo and the movie UP distracting me. 🙂

Hubs and I scored a babysitter for Saturday night. Next weekend will be the last one before tax season starts and that is always a difficult time of year for us. Hubs works crazy long hours and its just a stressful time all around. So one last hurrah before he buckles down into serious work mode. That “hurrah” may only involve dinner and a movie but I’ll take it.

A friend posted one of those meme thing-a-mah-jigs the other day. Simple and to the point. “Miserable people focus on what they hate about their life. Happy people focus on what they love about their life.” So, be happy and love more yo.

Ciao.

i should be sleeping

21 Aug

Its after midnight and I should be sleeping. But its a full blue moon and my brain is whirling. Today was busy and somewhat annoying but it ended better than it began I guess. I started off weepy and weird and missing a friend and worrying about some very serious family health issues. I’m still all of those things but I don’t have control over much of anything it seems.

Workouts are still happening, I just haven’t been posting about them. And this is not one of those “if it didn’t go on the blog, it didn’t happen” kind of things. I’ve gotten in a couple of great rides on the bike, a couple of runs, and a couple of gym times. I’m loving the Trekster. I just need to get some bike shorts because my butt y’all…sore. The Accountant has taken nicely to it as well and has taken it out on the road for a couple of 12 milers. So far, I’ve stuck to the neighborhood and the greenways and those are good enough for me for now. I’m also taking the motorcycle out on weekends to practice and not lose my mad biker chick skilz. I’m sticking to the neighborhood streets so far and getting some good practice in on turns and clutch control. Being on it is such a great feeling.

trekster1Kiddo is doing ok with the school thing but it is such a hard adjustment. She is so very exhausted at the end of the day and is practically begging to go to bed. Ok, that’s a slight exaggeration but not by much; its a huge change for all of us. The Accountant has been taking her to school in the morning this week and I’m picking her up from her after school program. I will admit that I like having my mornings to myself and enjoying a quiet house and the freedom to walk the dog or work out in the AM. The solo commute is still strange but nice. I think I might be a hermit at heart. The fundraising crap is already annoying me though. Two already that we are supposed to be doing. Can’t they just charge me a “public school users fee” at the beginning of the year and just be done with it?

If you are into praying, my family could use some big ones right now. Otherwise, good vibes and positive thoughts are appreciated.

I have the itch to plan a trip. #random

To bed for me.

the weekend and wheels

12 Aug

As briefly mentioned in a prior post, The Accountant and I had scheduled an all weekend babysitter for kiddo and a weekend getaway for ourselves. My throat issues mysteriously disappeared shortly after I complained about them and off we went.

I could so live the rest of my life in a nice hotel. We were within walking distance of everything we wanted, and shuttle distance of anything else. We hung out with friends and had dinner, saw a movie (Elysium, very good in spite of the overt political slant, but, Matt Damon so whatever), and relaxed. Saturday was brunch at our favorite pancake joint, and lots of exercise! We walked all over the place and rented bikes from the B-cycle and continued our journeys about town. Overall we got in over seven miles of galavanting around the city under our own power. The rest of the weekend was spent lounging. I am a champion lounger. It was a very nice, very relaxing and chilled out weekend. I need more of those.

Let’s talk about bikes now…My friend cracked me up today when I made a comment about why I am so obsessed with motorcycles and bicycles lately…she said “its because you are looking for multiple escape methods.” Ha!

First bicycles…Ever since a friend of mine had mentioned the possibility of completing a duathlon I haven’t been able to get the notion out of my head. But I have no experience with serious biking and haven’t ridden in years and don’t (make that didn’t) even own a bicycle. Besides potential racing at a much later date, another plus to getting a bike was that I figured I needed a supplement to running and my knees, feet, and joints would appreciate an additional option for fitness that’s a bit more exciting than the stationary bike at the gym. After talking to a guy at a local bike shop about what my goals were for the time being he recommended some options and I test rode a Trek Verve and a Trek FX 7.4 on Saturday. Today at lunch I drove away with the FX in the back of my car. This is obviously not a race bike but will be good for a newb like me to get used to biking in general, and build up my fitness overall. If I really get serious about a duathlon, I can always trade up to an official road bike. That said, I cannot wait to get it home and ride! I want to ride all the greenways and parks and its going to be a great option to be able to throw it in the back of my car in the mornings and ride out the stress of the day in the afternoons before heading home. So excited! Will post a pic later.

Now motorcycles…Before we left on our weekend getaway, I wanted to see if I could really ride The Accountant’s motorcycle without crashing. I was soooo nervous. Its one thing to crash the little rattletrap bikes they let us ride in the Basic Rider class, but a whole other thing to scratch up your husband’s pride and joy, which is much heavier and much nicer. I hopped on, got oriented, took a few deep breaths, and took off. Given what I looked like on it the last time I tried (a scared little girl), The Accountant was impressed. I rode around the neighborhood for a while and got used to the feel of this heavier, and oh so much smoother ride than the one I’d learned on.

I have now claimed this bike as my own. All’s fair in war and marriage.

wheelscollage

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