swimbikeren:

I see so many reblog’s if you don’t do..  x,y,z..  I wanted to start one on my own.  It’s Memorial Day.  And isn’t that what our holiday is all about???  No, I know it’s about people who died for our freedom.  But also..  BBQ and BEEER!!!!!

Mmm Beer… :D

I’m going to the gym this morning.
After I finish my coffee.
And eat a banana.

I haven’t been doing much of anything fitness related.
I also haven’t been on the scale to see what it has to say about my lack of exercise.
My pants still fit but my stretch marks are itchy, and I feel like that’s a sign that they are (I am) growing.
No thanks. I don’t enjoy that.

Last Sunday I pulled my bike out of the garage and sprayed off the spider webs.
I left it out back to dry and it’s still out there.
I need to put air in the tires so I can ride around the neighborhood.
It’s just a cruiser. Nothing fancy.

Justen started taking Welbutrin a couple weeks ago to help him quit smoking.
He has stopped taking it temporarily.
He’s going to wait until after we get back from vacation to start the quitting process again.
It’s a long road trip and then it’ll be hot and stressful few days, and there’s no reason for him to be miserable due to his lack of nicotine while we’re trying to have a good time.
He also said that the pills were making him depressed.
I hadn’t noticed any changes since I hadn’t seen him at all with our opposite work schedules.

I’m not sure what to suggest if the pills don’t work for him.
When I was getting out of the Navy, I took Zyban to help me quit, and I thought it was amazing.
I didn’t have cravings or mood swings.
And I haven’t had a cigarette in 3 years.
I had tried quitting plenty of times before.
This was the method that worked for me.
It’s what I recommend to anyone trying to quit.

TL;DR - I’m going to the gym because stretch marks. And Justen is eventually quitting smoking. Maybe.

We got back from the family reunion last night around 10:30.
At least we spent more time there than it took to drive one way..
It was nice enough.
Awkward at first, as always.
Worst part of it is that there’s no alcohol.
It’d be pretty sweet to sit by the lake and have a couple beers.
Then I wouldn’t care so much about not knowing anybody, or feeling awkward.
Oh well.
As in past years, once we ate and made the rounds, we ended up sitting in a circle with my FIL, SMIL, Justen’s grandma, Shawn, Amanda (SSIL), and only being social with other people nearby or who approached us.
It was whatever.
We only really see FIL at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and at these reunions.
He tried to convince us to stay the night at their house instead of driving back last night. Fortunately Justen refused.
Today would have been a complete bust if we had to get up first thing this morning and drive 4 hours home.

Justen and I got up early this morning and went out to breakfast at Bob Evans.
It was super good. Not healthy, but definitely good.
Crepes, sausage patties, and hash browns. Coffee too.
We had a great conversation on a broad range of topics.
From kids, how MIL is awesome, but spoils the grandkids and undermines Justen, to how it would have been really good for my niece had we allowed her to come live with us, how it would have killed us, to Justen’s quitting smoking (he’s started Wellbutrin), how we need to get to the gym, what stops us, etc.

On Friday night when I got home from work Shawn and I went out to dinner. It was nice to just hang out with him. We don’t do that very often. On the way there I mentioned the trip Justen and I are taking for his birthday. Shawn asked where we were going. I told him that it was a secret and I wasn’t telling anyone. He said, “Well Mom told me it was some music festival. She just couldn’t remember the name.” I was pissed. I told MIL because she is letting me borrow her car. I asked her not to tell anyone- not even Shawn because at Christmas he kept hinting to Justen what his Christmas presents were.

Just goes to show that a secret is no longer a secret once you tell one person.
And that you can’t trust people.

I don’t care even if Shawn doesn’t tell. She wasn’t supposed to tell him in the first place.
But, since he already knew, I confirmed which music festival it is.
The only person that really loses out if they tell is Justen, because he wants it to be a surprise.
He said that he wants to get in the car and for me to give directions and to not have any idea where we’re going until we get there.
If someone ruins it for him, that’s on them.
I feel like he already has a good idea what it is, I’ve had to give him some information, like “get 7 days worth of summer clothes, including shorts and comfortable shoes or sandals.” “Is the tent still usable? We need to clean it up.” “Do you think your friends have coolers we can borrow? We’ll need a couple.”
I’m sure he at least knows that camping is an element.

So that’s the weekend up til now.
Going to go clean up the house now and start preparing lunches for the week.

Let the reuniting of family begin.

I realized that this is the first time in what seems like forever that I have some actual free time. Before my free time wasn’t real.. the time I spent in front of the TV or computer should have been used for homework and studying. Right now I don’t have anything that I “should” be doing with my extra time. It truly is a wonderful feeling. This free time is also alone time. So I can do whatever I want. And if I want to do whatever in my underwear I can. Loves it.

Anyway.

I’m thinking that for the summer I should come up with a To-Do List and complete one project/task every week.

My first task? Making the To-Do List.

And at the end of the summer, I’ll have a Ta-Da List (Bahahaha! I’m so lame.)

So I tend to be kind of annoyed at my husband when he comes home from work and pretends to be soo tired. Uhm, you just spent 8 hours on your ass in front of a computer. Boring? Yes. Exhaustion? Not so much. (Also ironic that the cure for a long day of working in front of the computer is a long night playing video games on the computer.)

And then I worked in front of a computer for 8 hours. And I was exhausted. And butt hurt. Quite literally though, my tailbone hurts from sitting in an uncomfortable chair all day.

Last night I came home and told myself I’d get into bed around 10. Well.. I was more tired than I’ve been in a long time. I got my lunch put together for today, and started getting ready for bed. When I was done in the bathroom it was 8:45pm. I walked out to the living room to turn out the lights and get the dog. As I shut down my computer, turned off the light, I noticed the dog wasn’t in the living room. I vaguely remembered hearing him bark when I was in the bathroom, then something in my periph moved and caught my attention. Banky was looking at me through the slider, and a man was standing next to him.

I swear my damn heart stopped. My brain went blank momentarily as well. That’s fun in a life-or-death situation. As my wits returned to me, but before I could remember where my phone was, or decide what weapon I would use to defend myself, I realized that that manly silhouette was familiar. And wearing khakis and a polo. And smoking a cigarette.

I slid the door open and demanded, “What are you doing here?!”
To which my husband replied, “Nice to see you too.”

Work was slow and they had enough coverage. He wasn’t feeling great, so he decided to come home and watch House with me.

So we watched House in bed, and then I went to sleep at 10 o’clock.
And Justen accused me of being a grandma.
And 6am still came much too early.