Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I Hate Being a Sicky...

For at least the past 4 years, I remember getting sick in February. I think it's a curse. Or maybe just a change in weather. Who knows? But, as usual, I found myself sick in February again this year. I have had a nasty head cold since Saturday night. I spent several hours on Saturday in band practicing, getting ready to do live worship for the kids at church on Sunday. By that night, I had this feeling that I was getting sick. Sometimes I just know. I had a slight tickle in my throat and chest, and was starting to feel fatigued. When I woke up the next morning, I knew I couldn't sing. I stayed home from church and slept until 11:30! Unfortunately I had to work that afternoon for an induction ceremony for an honors society. I decided to suck it up and go. I wasn't TOO sick then, just not feeling my best. Turns out, I was on my feet the entire time I was there--which was about 3 hours. Most of which was spent actually standing on stage, under the spotlight, ushering inductees off the stage in the correct direction, without tripping! By the end of the ceremony, I felt like I could pass out from standing for so long. I immediately went home and spent the rest of the evening on the couch, feeling lousy.

I woke up Monday morning, determined to go to work, but knew that it was not possible. I have 2 jobs...1 in the morning and an internship in the afternoon. I decided I would call in to my morning job and still try to make it in the afternoon. I am an academic advisor in the afternoon, and I actually have appointments. So calling in sick involves having people take over your appointments. I did not want to do this. But around 9:30, I knew I was not going to make it in. So I bit the bullet and called in sick.

Yesterday a similar thing happened, but I was still bound and determined to go to my internship. I got there and was immediately sent home b/c I was obviously sick and they didn't want me spreading my germs. Today I woke up, showered, and still felt exhausted just from standing in the shower that long. I can tell I'm getting better. I feel MUCH better than I have the past few days, but compared to a normal day I still feel pretty crappy. I went ahead and called in to both places.

But I'm telling you now, I WILL go to work tomorrow, no matter what!! Of course, I won't really if I'm still sick, but I think I will be well enough to go by tomorrow. If I continue to improve at the same rate, I think I'll be ready to go back. But mostly I'm just ready to be done with this whole sick business! I'm bored out of my mind sitting at home alone all day. I hate feeling all this pressure on my head and in my sinuses. I hate not being able to breathe or taste my food. I've hardly eaten at all this week because I can't taste it anyway. I'm living off of herbal tea and PB&J's. And for some reason today, I've felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness being home alone (with the kitties...have to give them some credit!). I keep crying for no apparent reason. I feel guilty being home from work, I feel stressed getting behind on school stuff, and I feel just plain sick! Both physically and emotionally. Sick of being sick!!

Hopefully tomorrow I'll be back in the routine. And ready for a 2-day work week! ha! At least I'm working extra hours for one of my jobs next week so that should help make up for most, if not all, the hours I'm missing this week. As for my internship idea how I'm going to make those up. But I'm trusting that it's all going to work out in the end.

Wishing health to you all!


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day Stories!

In the spirit of good ol' V-Day, I thought I would document a few of my favorite Valentine's Day memories. Don't worry, none of these will be sweet and romantic except the ones with my husband--I'm not crazy! :)

Well, there was the time that my boyfriend and I went to dinner and a movie. We picked Final Destination 2. No, not very romantic. But the choice was mutual, so I can't blame him for that. I don't like to make decisions, so when we got to the theater, I insisted that he pick where we sit. I started walking down the aisle, backwards down the stairs, saying "should we sit here? here? how about here?" and I tripped and fell. Down the stairs. Okay, they are very shallow stairs so it wasn't really an epic fall or anything. But it was enough to draw some attention...some concerned gasps and some flat out laughing. Don't worry--I was laughing too.

There was the time when the current boyfriend bought me a printer cable for Valentine's Day. Yes, you read that correctly. I somehow misplaced my USB cable to connect my printer to my computer and he replaced it for a Valentine's gift. Thoughtful? I guess. Romantic gift? Heck no!

My favorite of all bad V-day stories happened 6 years ago. The guy I was seeing was not technically my boyfriend, but he may as well have been. Let's put it this way...our FB status was "it's complicated." Anyway, I had to work until 9 PM that night, and I wasn't expecting gifts or a date or anything. When I left work, I found a rose on my car windshield. I immediately thought it must be the kinda-boyfriend. I called him and he denied knowing anything about it. I started racking my brain trying to figure out who it could be from. It had to be someone who knew where I worked, what my schedule would be, and what car I drive. There was a guy I worked with who was always asking me out, and was a little creepy. I thought maybe it was him. So, I texted him and asked. He admitted that it was him and he hoped I liked it. It was a little strange, but whatever. Later that night I was talking to the kinda-boyfriend on the phone and I explained who the rose was from. He was really confused and then angry, and then he told me that HE gave me the rose! But...he said that he didn't...right? Right. He was lying before. Trying to mess with me. Sweet, I know. I have this kinda-boyfriend who gave me a rose and then denied it, and this creepo guy at work who took credit for something he didn't even do! I later confronted him about it and he admitted that it wasn't him, but he was hoping I would want to date him if I thought it was from  him. Yikes!

My husband and I don't usually make a big deal about V-Day. We go out, he usually buys me flowers or a sweet surprise, and that's about it. It's nice, but it's not like a huge deal for us. I mean, we are together all the time and we always express our love for one another. But our very first Valentine's Day when we were dating was really special. Keep in mind, this was the V-Day immediately after the creepy car rose one. You can imagine how astonished I was at an actual romantic evening. He cooked dinner for me at his apartment, he bought me flowers; he covered the table with a black sheet b/c he didn't have a table cloth; he made creative desserts using vanilla wafers and yogurt; and he made me a mixed CD that we played while we ate. Oh, and he folded up a note with my name on the outside to mark my seat. :) It was definitely my best V-Day to date.

Today he surprised me again. We celebrated over the weekend so I wasn't expecting anything at all. But when I got out of the shower this morning, the bed was made and there was a note and a chocolate on my pillow. The note was 2 pages long and it documented some of his favorite memories with me. Many of them made me laugh out loud, and I definitely cried as well. It was such a wonderful surprise and the very best way to start off any day. :) I'm so blessed to have him and have all those crazy, creepy, and disappointing Valentine's Day dates behind me!

Hope your day is sweet, simple, extravagant, romantic, intense...whatever you like and desire!


Saturday, February 4, 2012

My Husbandless Saturday

Well, Scott left for Atlanta straight from work last night. I know I talk a big game, about how excited I am for the me time and all that, but when it comes time to say goodbye, all that goes out the window. There may have been some teary eyes...yes, I realize we'll literally only go one day without seeing each other. It's pathetic adorable. And as I headed home, I realized how much more fun the night could be if he were with me. It's like Jack Johnson says, "it's better when we're together."

This is us a few days after Christmas. We visited my mom in Florida and went to the beach.
And nothing says Christmas like a snowman...I mean, sandman! 

Nonetheless, I tried to make the most of it. I bought some sushi, as planned, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I watched The Addams Family movie, which I had recorded on TiVo several weeks ago but secretly knew Scott would never want to watch. (He never watched ANY of the old TV shows growing up. He was seriously deprived. That means he doesn't care about Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, Addams Family, The Munsters, Brady Bunch, Green Acres, Gilligans Island...can you believe he's NEVER seen an episode of Gilligan's Island????) Anyway, I digress.

I watched several episodes of Big Bang Theory and then headed to bed around 10:45. I read for about half an hour in bed and then went to sleep, thinking how cold his side of the bed felt (especially compared to my toasty side with the heated mattress pad!). I originally woke up around 6:30 this morning but knew I couldn't allow myself to get up at that awful time. So, I forced myself to go back to sleep (okay, it wasn't that hard to do!), and I managed to sleep until 9:30. Yeah, that's like 10 hours of sleep. Too much?

Now I've had a tasty breakfast and I'm ready to take on the day. I've already made a list of things I want to accomplish. Most of it is not that dusting the house and cleaning my makeup brushes and doing homework. But I have some fun things on the list, like dancing around my bedroom using a hair brush as a microphone (even though we have actual microphones in the house). Hey, we're never too old for that!

Oh, PS--out of pure stubbornness I decided to weigh myself again this morning. And I lost 1.8 pounds! Of course the Wii Fit reminded me that last time I weighed it was 6:45 AM and that our bodies fluctuate up to 2 pounds throughout the day so it might not be accurate. Whatever. I saw a number that made me happier and that's that! :)

Happy Saturday to all of you! Do something inspiring today! :)


Friday, February 3, 2012

Don't you dare say it's just muscle!

I have been trying to lose weight. For the past month my best friend and I have been keeping up with an accountability chart in Google docs where we track everything we eat and all the exercising we do. (Yes, I know there are apps and social networks out there for this sort of thing, but I like the way we do it!) I have been working my butt off. But not literally. Not literally at all.

The first week I lost 1.7 pounds. Then I lost 4.4, which was very exciting. But for the past 2 weeks I have steadily been gaining 1-2 pounds a week! It's SO frustrating!! I admit, I have to take some of the blame on this. I have made some bad choices with my diet. But not very many, and my workouts have been really intense. It doesn't seem fair that one piece of cake or a brownie should set me back when the rest of the week I eat good food and workout like crazy. So, I'm feeling a

And what's really frustrating is how much I set my self-worth on a number on the scale. I woke up this morning feeling really good (very sore, but good!). I thought I looked thinner. I feel healthier. I was expecting to have lost at least 2 pounds. And when I saw that I had, in fact, gained a pound, I was so disappointed. It was shocking. Totally not what I expected. I wish I could get back that feeling I had when I woke up. But ever since seeing that stupid number on the scale, I've felt lousy.

Do any of you battle with a number? Why does it even matter if we are being healthy? But it does. It just does.

Here's to hoping for a more positive weekend from here on out!


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Upcoming Weekend

Does it make me a terrible wife that I'm looking forward to my husband going out of town this weekend? Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking forward to not seeing him. I'll miss him, for sure. I hate sleeping alone. I will probably sleep in until noon because I won't have him there encouraging me to get up...and then I'll feel really lousy for wasting half of the day sleeping.


I look forward to having time to myself. Sometimes I just need some "me" time. Sometimes I don't want to operate on any schedule other than my own. I don't know what I'll do all weekend. I'll probably spend a lot of time just lounging around. But I also hope to dance around the house to really loud music from my childhood (cue Backstreet Boys, Alanis Morrisette, and Good Charlotte...yes, I have eclectic tastes!), eat sushi, paint my toenails, watch TLC, BLOG, read outside in the sunshine, and yes, maybe get some homework done too.

Of course, I always have these grand plans when Scott goes out of town. And then...I end up laying on the couch watching stupid TV shows and feeling sorry for myself, lacking any energy or motivation to accomplish all the wonderful things I had planned. But I'm bound and determined to not let this weekend be one of those times! Now that I work full days and never have time to myself in the afternoons like I used to, I'm really craving this "me time." I want to make full use of it! :)

Oh--and there are lots of house updates that I could go through, but let me just say...we made an offer on a house, but it was not accepted. The search continues!

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