05 12 / 2013
I may or may not have signed up to run a half marathon in March. At that point I will be saying happy 27th birthday to my aging knees!
It’s a really insane decision. I don’t run. (Well, I do now.) But you know situations are dire when training for a half sounds preferable to all other hobbies at this moment.
Y’all. Why can’t I just cross-stitch?
27 11 / 2013
ring, ring, ring
uncle: It’s your nickel. Talk.
me: It’s snowing in Pennsylvania. Where are you?
17 11 / 2013
I would like to say “My job is stressful,” but, you guys, everyone’s is. There were moments when I worked in daycare that were draining. (9 babies, sleep regression, hand foot and mouth, rotavirus.) My job is no more stressful than yours. Unless you’re a professional puppy-petter. In that case, I’m totally ticked you never told me that was an option.
I’ve recently picked back up with paying someone else’s mortgage for letting me talk about myself for an hour. Here are things I’m working on, and who am I to keep therapy tips from you? Let me save you some dollars.
1. Breathe more. It was brought to my attention that I might be holding my breath a lot during the day. (And now that I’m aware of it, I really do hold my breath a lot. Hm.) Less oxygen, less blood flow to the brain, tension headaches. Who the heck knew breathing was important? What a world, you guys.
2. Practice doing one thing, and one thing only, for small moments of time. When I brush my teeth I work on only thinking about brushing my teeth instead of the fact that I haven’t returned emails all weekend. It’s weird to think about my mouth so much, but the practice is slowly creeping it’s way in to what I do for work. I’m now better at doing one thing at a time which makes me feel like a total Lady Boss when I get so much done.
3. Stop looking for a hobby, and just say yes to more cool things I already have going on. I will never crochet, sew, and if I start scrapbooking or selling tote bags to my christian lady friends, you have my full permission to use a concerned voice, pat my hand, and ask, “Sweetie, what is wrong with you?” I may never do those things, but I will go to a concert with Tyler on a school night. Saying yes is a powerful thing.
4. Write things down. It’s good for you, me, and everyone else on Earth.
See how much money I just saved you? Go buy yourself some boots. I recommend these.
18 10 / 2013
T: So milk comes from boobs, but on a cow does it still come from boobs?
Z: Cows do NOT have boobs.
T: Then where does the milk come from?
T: No way farmers call ‘em that! Mrs. Steffy, didn’t you say cows have boobs?
Me: I can promise you I have never said that in my life.
11 10 / 2013
Me: congrats! Your prize for a job well done on your work is eating lunch with me tomorrow!!
7 yr old: what’s my other option?
07 10 / 2013
01 9 / 2013
In the next installment of Weekend By Myself, I just got out of bed for a slice of cheese. Because I can. And there was no one here to say, “Cheese at midnight? Hm.”
HA HA HA.
31 8 / 2013
When Tyler’s gone for a day or two I go straight back into pre-married mode. And by pre-married mode I mean eating chocolate animal crackers and pickles with a coke for dinner, and watching 30 Rock on my laptop in bed before falling asleep to the sound of Tracy Jordan’s ridiculousness. Can’t help it.
Marriage changes everything and nothing.
02 8 / 2013
Overheard in the elevator:
"That choir from Nashville was incredible. I mean, do kids born in the south just have natural rhythm and talent like that?""
26 6 / 2013
24 6 / 2013
If you were to stand behind Tyler and me in the grocery store, or hear one end of a phone conversation between us there is a good chance you will hear one of us say, “Yeah, well, Pangea.” It’s our mantra these days.
Pangea was the name of the one single supercontinent millions of years ago that slowly (soooooo slowly over those millions of years) broke apart into the seven continents. I’m not going to argue with you about the timeline and if dinosaurs were in the Bible or not and I’m not going there about how this was just a theory and never really happened. But the point is, it took millions of years for Pangea to get to what our earth looks like today.
So when I haven’t figured out yet that I need to specifically ask for help when I want it…when Tyler is learning that I’d rather not be reminded to use my turn signal… when one of us ends up in the parking lot of our neighborhood grocery store eating Ben and Jerry’s in the car because sometimes an apartment in the city just feels too dang small: Pangea.
With every bite of that delicious ice cream, I told myself Pangea.
Learning to be married is a s u p e r s l o w process not unlike the breaking apart of the continents over millions of years. And I heard this from Ira Glass in a This American Life episode (#457) that I loved a whole whole lot. It’s long, but worth a quick scan:
Because I think, actually, one of the things that’s a comfort in marriage is that there isn’t a door at seven years. And so if something is messed up in the short-term, there’s a comfort of knowing, well, we made this commitment. And so we’re just going to work this out. And even if tonight we’re not getting along or there’s something between us that doesn’t feel right, you have the comfort of knowing, we’ve got time. We’re going to figure this out. And that makes it so much easier.
21 6 / 2013
Making friends as an adult is weird. It almost feels like dating. You see someone somewhere, they look normal, maybe they have some obvious similarities to you or a mutual friend. You think about maybe trying to find a non-awkward way to introduce yourself.
It’s sounds weird, I know. But friends of mine have admitted to seeing the process in a similar way. One of the things Faith and I actually bonded over in LR was this whole friend-making-as-an-adult process and how awkward/challenging it could be.
I need to make friends here. I’m good at making small-talk but that might just be a southern thing. I haven’t had good results with it here yet. But, how many people make good friends in the salad dressing aisle? Light dressings are for pansies, am I right, potential new friend? Clearly people do not like to be bothered when salad-dressing shopping. I’ve been to yoga regularly several blocks from our apartment (thanks, groupon!) but when a girl looks at another girl in class and says, “You were wearing that same outfit the last time I saw you,” I know that this studio might not be my jam. Probably not even that neighborhood.
It’ll happen. I need to get out more, for sure, but I’m not worried about it so much his time around.