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Cost-Benefit Analysis Of Being Unrealistic

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It seems pretty standard to me that most people go through periods of frugality and periods of splurging. Sometimes it just depends what day it is. With RDR coming up, and my roots showing, I decided to buy an 8$ box of hair dye that proclaimed itself to be “Deep Brown”, the color that sounded most like my own natural color. I didn’t feel up to calling, getting an appointment, sitting around in an uncomfortable chair, and waiting for someone that isn’t me to blowdry my hair into a style I never wear (why do they always do that?). It would be easier and I’d be saving money, right?

Why did I think that? That must be because I am a moron. I forgot that the reason you spend the 100$ is so that your “Deep Brown” hair will not come out midnight black except for the spot way in the back you couldn’t reach (which is thankfully only visible if I make it a point to show you). You pay for that removal creme they use so that the color is not on you forehead, ears, wrists where the gloves slipped, and mysteriously a couple splatters on your shoulders, which are all still there after two showers and three attempts with makeup remover.

Tough. I’m not caving in. I’m dealing with this for at least a month until the greys are showing again. I might even say that black is what I was going for. I cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, bleached the destroyed hair towel, and found a hat to wear as I head out to get some sun. Maybe no one will notice my hair if I have a great tan.

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Speaking Of Running

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Here’s someone doing far better!

One of my high school friends has started a blog detailing her mission to make her doctor say something nice, to stop doing that thing we all do called putting food in us when it’s not always necessary, and to get all healthy and sexy!

Run Fat Girl, Run

Check it out!

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Totally Lame

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 What do you call it when something looks like it can handle something but totally can’t?  I couldn’t run a mile. As I mentioned yesterday, MK and I did a little fun run Monday. Except it wasn’t fun. It was hard.

And now, two days later, my legs are KILLING me. Remember all that 10 mile run bragging I was doing? What on earth happened to that body? It looks the same – but that was apparently a loooong time ago. So I might fit in to little jeans still, but I lost all the skills from way back when. No more thinking all that skiing gave me super powers, no more putting off the gym since I’m so thin. It’s time to get undo all this lazy.

How bad is it – I mean, hashing is the easiest running there is. They feed you beer on trail. Everyone’s just goofing off. I was struggling so much I felt like I was wearing a 300 lb. fatsuit. We were supposed to run again last night but there was no chance at all that was happening. Friday is going to kill me…

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It’s Not Just Me

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If you can even believe it, all this short and sporadic posting isn’t me being lazy, or having too much fun. I’m sorry to have to admit it, but the computer seems to not have been properly fixed. Or fixed at all. The screen keeps crapping out like it used to – and this time around it’s even harder to get it back up and running.

So on top of all that, losing (or was it stolen!??! I think stolen.) my phone was just perfect. The funny thing was that I had it a whole year and that’s pretty average for me. I get a new free one that I’m sitting around waiting for now. Being so unattached to the world literally gave me a panic attack for about an hour, then it was kind of fun. Some of our friends texted MK and we got to go to a giant birthday Monday pool party.

We ran last night for the first time (SDH3 baby!) which was pretty awful for me and made me worry if I’m even going to make it to the end of Red Dress Run’s 5 mile trail. How out of shape you get so fast if you don’t maintain!

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Santa Monica

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The full story:

I drove up from San Diego at around noon. There was hardly any traffic until I really hit LA. I pulled up to The Viceroy Santa Monica:

Not too shabby...

Not too shabby...

SB showed up after my not cheap glass of wine and chat with my mommy in the lobby:

also not shabby.

also not shabby.

We dolled up and headed to The Lobster on the Pier.

feed me seafood

feed me seafood

We drank and ate 100$ worth of oysters, mussels, champagne, and wine – which was then graciously donated to us by the gentlemen that had originally given up their seats for us. 
We then made our way to the bar at The Huntley and continued to drink wine and champagne for which we did not pay until around 11, when we retired like good little girls after a leisurely stroll home.
Cost of trip: one tank of gas, three bags of M&Ms (for SB) and a Sprite for the ride home. Ta-Da!

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No Such Thing

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Mom apologized for getting CH on a plane that gets in at 5pm tomorrow.

Mom: “That’s during rush hour.”

Me: “I have no rush hour. I can leave at three. We can stop for tacos. When you don’t ever have to be anywhere, there is technically no such thing.”

 

Just to really rub it in, noon to 2pm was nap time for MK and I today.

See you tomorrow sweet brother!

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Why I’m Late

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They try to send me to rehab, I say no, no, no.

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Five Reasons I Missed Friday Fives

  1. Throwing SB a bachelorette party (use the term loosely).
  2. Relay for Life Hash Party.
  3. BL giant birthday blowout.
  4. That anniversary thingy.
  5. The alcohol consumed in mass quantities at each of the above.

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This Is The Life

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The way I look at it now – I couldn’t NOT be depressed after my grandmother passed away. I’d been living such a blessed life, it made me feel like nothing could go wrong. So I had to deal with the loss, the reality, and being humbled.

Meeting new people in so many different places has exposed me to so much and taught me so many things. One dear friend battled depression and it was the first encounter with someone close to me. I kept thinking (and saying) “But her life is so awesome and great and fun, HOW could she be unhappy?” Talking to her about it made me realize that whole idea is part of the problem- knowing you shouldn’t be sad MAKES you feel guilty, and sadder. 

So I can better cope with my own little bits. I have days where thinking that we don’t own a home, that I probably couldn’t get a job if I worked for free, that I say all the wrong things at all the wrong times- all it takes is an overcooked dinner on top of all that and I lose it. I used to just shut down, but now I concentrate, count my blessings, and move on. I’m back on top of the grouchy bits and conquering them gives me the strength to make good times even better. (I totally wanted to put ‘gooder’ there…).

Point being – I have the awesomest life on the planet. I have a great family, great friends, and O!M!G! I live on a beautiful beach. I had to refrain from updating my Twitter/Facebook all weekend and week while our company was here – I was afraid to brag. Seriously, even if it was just a night out for tacos, everything was the best time ever!

BB and MB are two of the most amazing people that I’ve ever met – they make me better just for being with them. Meeting BIL’s new girl reminded me I’m still growing and never will be perfect, but holy cow is it fun to dish about family. We all ended up new shades of hot pink and lobster – well of course I’m nice and bronzed, I just have that skin – thanks Dadd! We got to watch the Sea World fireworks almost every night. We really did take some great pictures and I hope I find the time this weekend to share them with you. Just don’t call it bragging. 😉

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Three Years

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As of tomorrow, we’ve been doing this marriage thing for three years. Tell me what I should have learned by now. The way I see it, two people that do the things we do (you’re kidding! I talk too much??? Wait, he’s quiet!??!) aren’t going to start trying a whole new life after the vows. But what I do totally know is that this thing does not survive, as I once thought. It evolves. And the struggle – and the FUN – is getting it to evolve together.

MK still doesn’t know the kitchen system. I still yell when he wants me to do anything not on my agenda. Whatever. My Momma and Dadd send me a card. So does Auntie. But to whom else does it really matter? We’re not the kind of couple that goes for a dinner. We don’t exchange gifts. We have had company the last two years, and maybe that will be our tradition.

I’m dumping MK tomorrow to head up to LA. My sweet love is there and I will go see her and impart all the wisdom of three years of marriage three months before she says her “I do”s. I will tell her it’s fun and hard. Stuff she and RB totally already know. I will talk about the trials and the realization that what one person thinks can matter so much. I am so fiercely in love it hasn’t been three years, it’s been a lifetime. And even if I don’t tell him until Friday (someday he’ll read this blog right?) he is the light of my life, the man of my dreams, the thread holding precarious me together.

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