We've added to the family



This is Katie, she will officially be coming to live with us on Saturday. While we were at Will's grandparents farm we went to the Wicomico Humane Society "just to look". Sure we were. Will had been itching for a cat and while I'm more of a dog person, I have nothing against cats. At least with a cat we can leave for a weekend and not have to worry about boarding it or having someone come over to take care of it. But anyway, we got to the Humane Society and started looking around. They had a lot of cats, three rooms worth plus the area where Katie was and if it was up to me, we would have brought home five. But after a full walk through and some play time with a few of the cats we decided to put in an application for Katie. Unfortunately we couldn't bring her home with us as they needed to check with the apartment complex to make sure we were allowed to have a cat, but Will is going to bring her home on Saturday while I'm working. I'm so excited to come home and have a furry face to greet me!

Childish

Last May, one of my former college room mates and I cut what was left of our tie to each other. We were barely on speaking terms as it was, but in the years after we moved out and moved on, we just stopped being friends. I tried to reconnect when I saw she was on Facebook, but was rebuffed. She told me that I wasn't a good friend because when her father had passed away the previous September, I hadn't been there for her. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what the hell she was talking about because when she called to tell me, I started getting misty too because I remembered her dad and all of the things he did for her through college. I asked if there was anything I could do. Did she need someone to watch her dog? Check her house? What could I do? Her reply at the time was nothing. Unfortunately the service was on a week day and I couldn't get the time off to go (it was out of town). And as far as sending cards and flowers, well, I'm not very good at remembering to do that kind of thing. I never have been.

Then it occurred to me, she was just looking for an excuse to end our friendship. So I let it go, because I realized that as we get older, we grow out of friendships and move on in our life. And that is what had happened. In fact, that is what had happened with all of my college room mates from senior year. To be honest, I wasn't really friends with most of them anyway and once I graduated, well, we just stopped having a connection. I know they're all still buddy buddy and that's fine, but what really boils my water is the childish comments I see on mutual friends' Facebook posts and snide comments that I know get said in my absence. Everyone is entitled to their opinion but jeez, let it go. I have. I frankly don't give a flying fig about any of them anymore. There is too much going on in my life to be concerned about it. I know who my REAL friends are and that is all I need.

Yeah, this post was a little heavy but I needed to get it off of my chest. I believe said former room mate still reads this blog every now and then and I'm glad she does, because as far as I'm concerned she's just like every other stranger who finds there way here. This blog is for me, not for them.

Down for the count

This week kicked.My.Butt.

I was all in the groove and getting in to the gym routine and then bam, I got sick. At this point I'm not even sure what the heck I was sick with, but it came in with a vengeance and is holding on like it's its job. Tuesday it started with me waking up to a pasted shut eye (wonderful image, huh?). Wednesday was a coughing fit that kept me up all night. Thursday it was a very hurting left ear at 4 a.m. Today is the first day that I've actually felt almost normal. Or as close to normal as I can get. Poor Will has been doing everything this week on top of taking care of me. Have I mentioned how incredibly lucky I am? Who else would put up with my whiney, mopey self?

Tonight, assuming I'm still feeling well, we're heading out for one of his friend's birthday party. I'm not going to lie, it will be nice to get out of the apartment for a little bit. One can stay on the couch for so long before becoming one with the couch.

Or something like that.

I think the cold medicine is kicking in because now I'm just not making sense, so on that note I'm off to get some rest and finish my laundry. My life is just so exciting.

Before we get all hot and stuff

I finally got around to posting some pictures that had been on my camera since...oh, April I think? The ones that made the cut are over on my Facebook page and will soon appear on my Flickr account too. This is one of my favorites, it was taken before we headed out for the night on New Year's Eve.



It has kind of a, line the kids up before prom feel to it (Will's mom took the picture) but I like it for the fact that it's us, all dressed up with someplace to go. I'm also looking forward to posting something similar in a few months, after we've been hitting the gym regularly and it's noticeable. Because if we keep going at the rate we are (4-5 times a week) we're going to look pretty freaking hot by the time summer rolls around. And while it will be nice to wear a smaller size, that really isn't the reason we're getting on the track to being healthier. No, it's more, for me at least, a promise to take better care of each other so we have many more years to spend together. I stumbled into love pretty late in the game, but I am so glad I did and I want to make sure we stretch this trip out as long as possible.

Day 3 and one hurting puppy

Today should be day 3 of my attendance at the gym. I say should be because I'm in the midst of a mental battle with myself over going today. There are so many excuses whirling around my brain as to why I shouldn't. It's too cold. My knees hurt. I always heard you should give your body some rest in between gym visits. I don't want to get bored.

I really wish that inner voice would just shut the hell up.

In the end I know I should go and at least do the next day of C25k. The excuses just don't wash, other than the knee hurting thing, with the side of me that is trying to be more healthy. This is too early for me to be quitting and that's really not what this is. I don't want to quit, but I want to be sensible about this change I'm making too.

Slow and steady wins the race, right?