Tuesday, January 18, 2011

It's Tuesday. Hello Tuesday!

This morning my husband made oatmeal. Real old-fashioned oatmeal, like the kind that takes 10 minutes on the stove. He put in some blackberries that didn't have much flavor by themselves. The oatmeal was a rather unappetizing shade of purple/blue. I wasn't very sure about it, I was quite afraid that it would make me gag, but he made it and was proud of it, so I ate my half. I also added some Splenda and a few chocolate chips, and it turned out really good. Like a Chocolate Cherry Oatmeal. Which, now that I read it doesn't sound that good, but it tasted fabulous!

Also, I went to a weight loss clinic this morning. I know, this is a controversial thing. 2 of my bestest friends are quite against me taking any drug to lose weight. the one prescribed for me is Tenuate. I've read the info, and while there are definite warnings about extended use and dependency, I don't really want to take it for very long, and it seems like it would be a good way to sort of kick-start me. I just don't have any motivation to go to the gym or exercise or walk or do much of anything. I don't think it's depression, I usually have different symptoms for depression and I'm not exhibiting any of them.

Anyway, I'm going to try it for a few days. just 1/2 a pill, and I'm going to start it once every other day. I'm hoping the excess energy will get my butt into the gym, or at least onto the walking track near the house!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Christmas story

So, funny Christmas story.

We ended up flying to Kansas City, we got a great deal on last-minute flights.

We got to his mom's house around 8pm. The family was all there, and we sat chatting, I was sitting on the floor with my legs out in front of me. Matt got tired and laid down on the floor, and since we were sitting on the floor, he laid his head on my thigh. No problem, we do that. I absently-mindedly started messing with his hair. I caught myself, and then I looked up. Everyone in the room was watching me mess with Matt's hair, and the expressions ranged from dumb-founded to a little horrified. My hand stopped moving and I slowly lowered it back to the floor. Everyone's expression turned to greatly relieved, and the conversation flowed on.

It seriously embarrassed me at the time, but now it's funny.

Ah, in-laws. I'm sure we have many years of story's in front of us!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A new Year!


I didn't realize how long I had been gone.

There has been so much that has happened since my last post. I think the reason it's been so long is that there is so much I want to say, and it will just take too long. So, I'm going to pick back up in an attempt at a daily post, and try to back-fill as much as possible.

Let's start with: Yesterday Matt took a sick day, and rather than sit all day and get nothing done he did laundry and ran the dishwasher! I know, I know. I'm a lucky woman!

I forgot my badge yesterday morning, so I had to go all the way home and find my rain coat and get the badge out of it and then come back down here. It was exciting. And pretty annoying, actually.

I really didn't want to come back to work after the Christmas break. I need a nice relaxing vacation. Now WAIT! I hear you cry. Didn't you just go on a Honeymoon, and a Christmas Vacation to see your Husband's family? And I answer (with 1 finger in the air) True! But A) while the honeymoon was a blast, and we had a lot of fun, it wasn't a relaxing vacation. We were trying to live together, 24 hours a day for 7 days, in about 300 sqft of space. And both of us a little anxious about being newly married, and trying to do things to make the other happy, and while it was fun, it was not relaxing. And B) going to see his family was NOT a vacation. It was nice, we had a nice time, I got along ok with his mom and sister and brother and their respective families, but it was NOT a relaxing vacation. So, when Jan 3rd hit, and I had to be back at work, I was not pleased to be back. Not pleased enough to consider, maybe it's time for a new job. Not new, like a new career, but a new research field. One without animals. Or, at least one without animals that I have to bleed. I'll work on the blood, I just don't want to be the one to draw it.

There have also been somethings that I've apparently been holding on to, and I've recently come to the revelation that it is my problem. As in: I'm getting frustrated about things around me, but I'm the one that is having the problem, no one else, so I'm the one who needs to change, I'm the one who needs to either get over it, or get a new job. And, since I figured that out, I've been a little more peaceful about it. I've been in a better mood than I have been in awhile, and it has come through a little self-analysis. I don't like all of the things I've figured out, but at least I have some answers, and that makes it ok.

I guess I'll stop for now.

Here's a honeymoon picture

and 1 from Christmas