Monthly Archives: May 2010

Stupid Sentimental Crap

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MK showed up the afternoon of the 28th with a dozen red roses. Butthead.

I went to WalMart and got him the only other card they had besides the one I got him last year, and some Orbit gum. He’d rather have money in the bank than cheesy gifts that end up in the storage room.

We both got nice new hairdos and since it was no biggie we went out to dinner with MH, who I totally missed while we were gone! It’s hard having such great friends in so many places, I’m always missing someone. We went to a bar afterward. And saw the strangest band. Of all time. Of ALL time. And I’ve seen many bands.

Quite often, if MK and I both drink, we fall back in to the old ways we have only just gotten rid of – where we bicker about each other. It started out of love and was all a big joke to us, but not to people we did it in front of, and we worked hard to knock it off.

But you know what the ass kicker was? He brought up this. My blog.

He called me a wuss.

And you know what? He was right. I am such a freaking wuss. For someone who talks so much I have so little to say. I am so scared. While I was getting my hair done, the super lovely hairdresser seemed surprised that I was terrified of karaoke and daring fashions. But what you might not know about me is that I am so worried about what people think (or maybe I wear that on my sleeve and am totally blind to how obvious it is).

Trying to be a writer made me observe everything. Since college I have become so aware of my surroundings sometimes I can’t even focus. I hear others conversations within ear shot. I have a hard time taking it all in. But I think it goes both ways. I have panic attacks if something embarrassing happens. If I say the wrong thing in front of someone I analyze it for hours afterwards. It can be impossible for me to sleep if I’m stressed about what someone I might not even know that well thought about me in passing.

 I give up too easily. I take the easy way out. As much as I love blogging, I write about how fun my day was instead of how worked up I am that my genius husband won’t take to the internet and tell everyone what really happened to the market on May 5th. Or that I hate lipstick. Or what a terrible driver my bother is.

Because I’m too worried MK might ever see this. Or that you LOVE lipstick. Or that CH won’t still love me if I tell him to not be so aggressive in CA in that BMW of his. And that you’ll think I’m stupid. That you’ll actually fail to realize that my great ideas never happen when my hands are on the keyboard. That you’ll think  this writing at odd quick moments is what my book might look like. What ever happened to that thing…?

So I’m going to give this another go. And take the wuss out of this site. But only a little bit, I’m still nervous to lose you. I have such a wide range of friends, family, and strangers here I really don’t want to fight!

:)

In case this whole entry is a little too retarded for you, check this out.

Another awesome idea (I wish I’d thought of first).

Back To Reality

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 Spring in Utah. Interesting. Bonus five since I missed last week.

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Five Ongoings And Then Five Upcomings Related To Our Return:

Ongoings

  1. The snow is gone.
  2. The wife beater is apparently what one wears when the snow is gone.
  3. Unless, that is, you are in your road bike spandex. ALL day.
  4. Food gets cheap when tourists leave.
  5. Now we have to worry about the inside AND the outside of the house.

Upcomings

  1. Time for patio furniture.
  2. Time for MK’s family reunion trip.
  3. More yoga.
  4. More detox.
  5. The marriage is in its 5th year!

Life Is Blurry

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Since JB was nice enough to let us do our laundry, and we heard it was still SNOWING in Park City, we decided not to go home. MK surprised us all by leaving super early in the am (sorry for all the goodbyes we missed) and driving me up to Dana Point. We had a nice breakfast and got on the Catalina Express over to the island. It was pretty choppy (read: hubby close to puking) but thankfully after he sat still while I had a coffee he was all better.

 Catalina Island is really beautiful, we picked the perfect day too. It was warm and sunny. We played mini golf on the cutest little course. We rented a golf cart – which the entire island uses as a main mode of transportation.

Have you ever driven a golf cart? It was the best part of the day. MK drove up to the botanical gardens and I drove from there to a few view points and around the theatre (they just need to stop calling it a casino) to see the divers. I could’ve been happy just driving around all day.

We ate some expensive pizza and looked in the cheesy shops. All there is to do on islands is buy terrible souvenirs and eat ice cream, and we don’t do either of those things. MK let me play photographer with the nice camera so I look forward to sharing those pictures with you.

The boat ride back was much more calm, and we enjoyed the scenic drive up the Pacific Coast Highway through Newport, Laguna, and Huntington, where we spent the night. The drive and the sunset were so amazing.

The only thing is, I could live like this forever. My blog, my daily mom call, even keeping up with friends, would suffer. But I am evil and selfish and would sacrifice all that to be able to have these long random vacations. Who wouldn’t?

Don’t Stop

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The party continued after dropping the last of our family off at the airport. We hopped in the car after a big cheap Vegas lunch and headed to California.

I think I am still a little CA at heart. MK woke me up from my road nap – seriously, my family didn’t sleep – about 45 minutes out of San Diego. My heart swelled with all the excitement of seeing all the people and places I’d been missing.

We got all set up with the super awesome newlywed B’s. We got in just in time for Taco Tuesday with MR and my brother – seriously, he drove overnight from Vegas and went to work and still came to meet us, my family is crazy – and it was like we never left. I was beyond happy. We ran around seeing friends and eating yummy food all week.

We were there for the Hash, our running club, Red Dress Run. We also played volleyball Thursday and ran the Pink Dress Run on Friday. Down time? What’s that? Three crazy fun days and long nights later it was Red Dress time. My brother joined us, and it was so fun buying him a dress. A couple years back he might punch a guy in a dress, now he gets the funny of it all. I love him for that.

JB and I got all cancan costumed up, got the guys ready, and we headed out. The run was a riot. Smaller than the last two years but just as silly! We said some more hellos and some goodbyes at the Wavehouse on Sunday, and MK had to drag me out of there kicking and screaming.

I mean, our hosts were awesome. Awesome cooks, awesome bartenders. JB let me make soaps with her. And they have a remote with a touchscreen. I wanted to stay forever!

You Can Take A Family Trip To Vegas

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We had a resounding success this weekend! Nobody fought! Everybody partied! We couldn’t get anyone to go to bed! The only crying was during goodbyes!

We got everyone around everywhere. I’m pretty sure the first timers saw more of Vegas than I saw my first ten times – lions, sharks, one casino after another. With a sweet person who was willing to stuff herself in the trunk a bunch, having the car really came in handy. I even had a bunch of firsts too, like the roller coaster at NYNY, and a comedian. It was such a neat experience to do things a little differently. It was a little sad that our pool day was cloudy, but you can lay around anywhere. We just keep sight-seeing.

If 12 of my family members can have that successful of a trip, anyone can. A little planning, a little research, and everyone putting on their party pants made it a trip I’ll never forget. And not just because I am better at blackjack than my Dad, Mom, brother, and Uncle.

Not Exactly Post Secret

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Gotta let it out for my sanity.

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Five  Personal Opinions I Withheld All Week:

  1. They could have done a better job with Betty White on SNL.
  2. After everyone told me how great The Blind Side was, I was underwhelmed.
  3. After Tosh.0 mentioned it, I had to google something awful.
  4. I’m never going to master Warrior 3, yoga sucks.
  5. Kinda want a divorce since SOMEONE won’t take me to South Africa.

Not Feeling It

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Everyone thought we were crazy to buy a house in Utah, and we were a little defensive. We had to tell everyone we knew what we were getting in to. And we kinda thought we did – know what we were getting in to.

Since ski season has ended, it has rained, snowed, rained, and snowed. There are even ski resorts still open, but we packed up our gear when Deer Valley closed. And we figured a few trips and some housework would tide us over until in was so nice we’d want to run around on bikes and in shorts and flip flops. I’m sorry, because I really hate people that complain about the weather. Hate it. Hate when every Facebook update is how your weather is where ever you are. Or when you complain about the weather where you are.

But I’m starting to think that warm days are never going to come. We went to Vegas for some sun. And came back, and it snowed. Each trip for house stuff through the rain or snow makes us want to quit doing house stuff. The excitement of a cute cuddly new warm baby helped, but I have had enough snow.

I like sun. And warm weather. And May for me for the last ten years has meant bikinis. I tried to think this wouldn’t be a huge adjustment, but it is. I’m craving some warm outdoors!

Yes, Craig, I know. No I told you sos. All we need is some more vacation time, I hope!

If Only I Believed In Reincarnation

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In my next life, I’d go to school, become a chiropractor, start yoga young, give all my friends free adjustments all the time, and get hired by an awesome indie rock band that took me on tour with them to balance partying with yoga and back cracking.

I had to go to the super nasty valley to take our car to the ‘doctor’. Of course there was a bunch of $ crap wrong with it, and they gave me a little loaner with hamsters working the engine to run around in. I went out shopping in a rather uniquely trashy part of the valley. I got bored pretty quickly so I found a highly recommended chiropractor on my phone and got right in.

Last summer I hurt my back doing one of those pull up stomach crunch machines. It only hurt sometimes, when I’d ski wrong or move heavy stuff around the house. But all the yoga twisting reminded me I really needed to get it looked at. More recently, I knew I had done something to my neck as well. In Austin I had the most fantabulous chiropractor ever. There was nothing like going to see her after three weeks of leaning over my work desk typing on my computer. She realigned my spine every time it fell into the work desk rut. I hadn’t been since – four years or more.

I feel like a million gazillion bucks today. My neck WAS really messed up – and me sleeping on it in pain and trying to relieve the pain myself was making it worse. He fixed that, took care of my back injury, and gave me some tips for the future. A+ all around, except where he mentioned I might calm the yoga down if it was beyond my ability, since my body was pretty tense and tight, the opposite of what I’m going for. That was humbling and hilarious.

Call It Power Hour

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You can’t really tell me this is only the fourth time that I’ve done yoga. It feels like ages ago I started. Well, I still fall over and do every modified version (which is not a good thing, it’s the weaker style). It’s just so amazing. I breathe better. I stretch better. I’m getting limber. I can sleep better!

I can’t believe how tough my workout was today.

Yesterday I did weights, so I was already a little sore, but this was intense. I really, really like super-slow-make-your- muscles-shake-stuff. And you can do it too! As long as if you do, you lie and tell me it was tough, even if it wasn’t.

If you have netflix, and can watch instantly, this is the video I did (click the pic for a detailed Amazon link):

Doing these videos at home has given me a little confidence and a little apprehension. I’ll go back the the gym/yoga studio eventually, and won’t be too nervous to try new things and know I might suck, but at least I get that everyone will be at a different level anyway (I hope) and not judgemental at all. I’d like to learn how to not slip all over the place and get a little more strength before I try another challenging class. I’ll admit here, I had to take two pauses to get through this hour, and the suggestion to do it on an empty stomach just made me growly half way through. Yoga and learn.