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My Green Thumb

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Right around Christmas, maybe a week before, we bought some poinsettias at Home Depot. I wanted three, but MK only let me get two, a red and a pink one. We usually get one every winter. It usually dies before Christmas. Or shortly thereafter.

But check out these guys:

pink

red

The pink one is much bigger. They were doing so well in April when we moved that yes,  I TOTALLY took them with us. Some of our first company that we had to explain we had a furnished place to commented “How tacky of the owner to leave old plants”, which was really funny after I let them know that, no, those were ours.

I’ve never kept anything alive so long. (Come to think of it, I’m probably totally jinxing myself). Maybe it helps our little condo is like a sauna in the morning.  I don’t think you can spot it in the pictures, but these are BOTH sprouting new branches. It’s pretty funny. And exciting. I’m thinking of re-potting them in real pots. We’ll see.

Just wanted to share my excitement about the first thing I haven’t killed. Maybe it’s time to upgrade to a puppy…

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All True

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Creepy McCreeperton was at the beach today. I guess everyone needs love.

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Five Really Bad Pickup Lines We Listened To The Same Dude Deliver To Random Chicks

  1. “You are rocking that fedora.”
  2. “I texted a girlfriend that Kim Kardashian was here, I thought you were her.”
  3. “I’m being deployed to Afghanistan.”
  4. “Oh, LA? I’ll come up there sometime.”
  5. “I’ll keep a lookout for you when you come back.”

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What You Get

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No one every expects that much from me. But MK, well, he’s a boss. 😉 However, we both have been in a big fog of reconnecting, unpacking, settling, and making plans that gave us both headaches and brain lapses.

Like this weekend. It’s a holiday weekend. I figured that out YESTERDAY. We have company. But not who we thought. I knew BB and MB were coming but thought MY brother got here before HIS brother. Nope. And that they’d be here at the same time. Nope. And that there were some big events we’d all be hitting up. Nope. Most of those are next weekend, except for the ones we thought were next weekend that are this weekend…apparently everyone we know in San Diego has a birthday this month.

Events next weekend, company now. BIL and a new GF. Uh oh. And maybe SIL. Even thought MK and I managed to thoroughly confuse her too. But we’re going to make the best of it. Boating in a few minutes, beach. Cookouts. Bars. Adventures. Then BIL will be here. Swap meet. Farmer’s Market. Have to scare the new GF.

I don’t have a job – it’s been a while now. So forgive me that my calendar totally sucks. I mean, we were so sure we got married on the holiday weekend and it was always the last weekend and the long weekend. Nope. I really need a calendar. Don’t even get me thinking about next month, the headaches comes back. I’m always trying to do my best, sometimes my best is pretty weak. Sorry, that’s what you get. 🙂

In other good news SB and I are gonna have an LA sleepover party, and I get to see MR belly dance too. Fun things are coming up. MK finally has the camera figured out so there might just be some pictures of the adventures too!

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Scaring The Lifeguards

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I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this here before, but I can’t swim, not really.  I took lessons as a kid at the Reservoir and the monster mean lady told me sharks would eat my toes if I didn’t swim right. Like that’s going to work. I can kinda force myself around in a pool, if  I don’t put my head under. And if I can touch. No deep end for me. Unless there’s a wall to cling to once I get over there. Never learned treading water. My Kardashian booty sinks like a rock.

So I’m not exactly sure what to call yesterday. Last year MK forced me to snorkel, by teaching me in the pool and taking me to see the leopard sharks. It was insane. But I did it. It was my understanding that that was a one time deal and I’d never have to go through that trauma again…

But MK decided he wanted to show me what floating in a wetsuit was like. He dragged me to La Jolla Shores kicking and screaming and rented me a wetsuit, booties, and fins. The rental guy could tell I was freaking out and thought I was a moron. I looked hideous – which is against everything I stand for at the ocean. I wobbled into the water and of course, the waves picked up (MK assured me it would be a super calm day). So there’s me, kinda cry-moan-whining, and him, holding me and making me put my feet up and out and get the fins on and practice the concepts of swimming. I am waaaaay to old for this.

I don’t want to learn to swim. He kept telling me it will be like skiing, which I was a major chicken about but now kick butt. But I WANTED to ski. I’d never tried it. I took a long time because I wanted to get it right. I don’t have dreams about dying skiing. I do have dreams (especially last night) of drowning*.

So we kinda just hung out there, until I calmed down and we had a few laughs. I kept hoping if I made it horrible enough he’d give up, but my husband is entirely too determined. He didn’t quit when I was hyperventilating, just told me that if I didn’t shut up the lifeguards would come try to rescue me and that would be the most embarrassing ever. I can’t say I swam, or snorkeled, but I got in the ocean yesterday, and hung out a little with my feet in the air.

 

 

 

*Do not tell me if I could SWIM, I wouldn’t DROWN. That logic doesn’t fly here.

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Getting Back In Shape

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For over a year, I updated you regularly on my workouts as a way to hold myself accountable. It was helpful to keep a calendar of my fitness schedule, a food diary, and a record of all the times I broke my diet and fitness plans. That was a while ago now. I liked working out in Seattle in the great weather. In San Diego last year, the gym was a must, everyone was so fit. In Park City, skiing made me want to drink beer, eat carbs, and sleep.

Skiing was a workout in and of itself that prevented me from gaining any weight, but I did lose most of the upper body muscles I had grown the year before. So far my workout routine since coming back to San Diego has consisted of not eating (especially no carbs) and not drinking any beer. I broke my diet yesterday with the most delicious piece of pizza on the planet. I have started dreaming about pasta. I just can’t live without it.

So anorexic skinny is not going to work for me. It’s going to have to be exercise. Believe me, I’m not excited about it. It’s just not something I enjoy, especially by myself. I’m trying my best to get hubby out on the nice new cruisers we got, but he’s always so tired after that job thing he has to do every day. We didn’t join a gym because our building has one. He’s seen it twice. I don’t know where it is.

MK tells me all I need to do is work out 6 hours a day to get my old muscles back in a month. I have a feeling it’s going to take 30 minutes a day for the rest of my life. Meh.

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The Power Of Positive Thinking

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Complainers not allowed.

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Five Reasons I’m Not Really Minding the “May Grey”

  1. It makes early workouts seem less taxing.
  2. I’m still wearing my sunglasses anyway.
  3. New friends with pool inland.
  4. Sleeping in a little never hurt anyone.
  5. It often burns off by noon.

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Status Update

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The electronic lady voice from Dell called me two days ago now to let me know that she had my laptop. I sure hope she can fix it.

They didn’t say how long it would take. Or if they’d give it back. Just that they got it, thanks for sending your broken stuff to us! I’m picturing monkeys with hammers…in the meantime I’m running around causing drama and then forgetting what it is even though I want to share more than ever before. For example,

I spent Mother’s Day with the only Mom I knew. A friend of a friend. Seemed nice. After 4+ hours of sitting around with her crazy kids (I’ll allege I mean ‘cool crazy’ if I get sued for slander) I get told that I’m a bad person for ‘rushing home’ to pick up MK. And a psycho. (That sounds like I’m picking up MK and a psycho – that made me Laugh Out Loud. She called me a psycho. You got it, I just wanted to clarify for my own sake.) And a spoiled brat. Dude, I brought her FLOWERS. So – turns out she wasn’t the only MOM I knew, she was the only insane bipolar freak I never knew I knew. Huh.

Needless to say I’m not doing that again anytime soon – although crazy seems to be in the air over here on the bay, I wonder what they illegally dump in this water?

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Catching Up Requires A Memory

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It’s all uphill from here.

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Ten Tidbits To Make Up For Abandoning you.

  1. I was wrong thinking life without the internet would be easier.
  2. I was a super awesome friend to a friend in need last week.
  3. I followed it up by being the worst friend ever.
  4. We have three sets of company scheduled already, two are family!
  5. I was able to get a library card because my Mom sent me a sweet letter.
  6. I can’t say that I never burn anymore, but I didn’t peel!
  7. I am learning how to cook new things.
  8. MK has boated two weekends straight.
  9. The beach cruiser + my brand of clumsy may be the death of me.
  10. We forgot about the “May grey”. Boo.

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I Miss You

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This is the thirty seconds I get of computer time to tell you how much I miss you- quick little catch up note style. I will not get into the bargaining and begging I had to subject myself to just to be able to say hi. The laptop is off in some cold building getting fixed and MK would rather I cut off his toes while he slept than touch his computers. Apparently they are important things that pay my bills.

Fortunately I got a beach cruiser and had a girls day at the beach to keep me occupied. We even had Round One of the Great Guac-Off, and I look forward to much more pigging out over homemade guacamole all summer. Riding a bike after 15 years or so was a riot. I need more practice before I hit the streets. We’re off to volleyball, talk to you soon!

My new cruiser!

My new cruiser!

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They Already Hate Us

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We really liked living in a house in Park City. We shipped MK’s giant stereo system, set it up in the basement, and played it as loud as we could. We parked our car as crooked as we wanted. I did laundry and let it sit until I knew I had to do it or it would get moldy. I might have walked around not all the way attired as long as the blinds were closed. Houses are fun.

Then we moved. I’m happy to be back in sunny San Diego, but part of the price for this water front view is sharing it with a hundred thousand other people. We didn’t buy the condo, we’re renting. But we totally get that to some people this is home and rules are important to help people live around all those other people. We’re rule followers, mostly.

We parked the car in the spot closest to the elevator to lift MK’s 200+ lb. amp. And got yelled at. As we were leaving said spot, maybe 2 minutes later. Do we look like spot stealers? With smiles like these? We have to get bike tags and ignore the baby crying downstairs and get funny looks when we actually use the pool area. We have to say hi to everyone even if we’re not in the mood. It’s harder than it sounds.

Of course I can’t really complain, I love it here. I just can’t understand why (for what, the fifth time?) we get drama for being the ‘seasonals’. We’re the nicest of the ‘seasonals’. We keep to ourselves and behave and don’t make big messes. We’re not going to go nuts. I mean, other than when we use the speakers.

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