This past week I have waking up and wondering how in the hell I am 35 and analyzing the choices I've made. I found some of my old journals and I riffled through them with laughter, horror and sort of some profound thoughts. I'm still complaining about my weight, how I'll make that connection some day with food and stress etc. It is also funny, in hindsight of course, to see what I considered a crisis in my younger years and how I handled it.
This past week I have had to remind myself daily that the things that are happening recently are for a reason. I feel stressed about the future, but maybe it is time I do. I have felt pretty stagnant lately and I know that is by choice as I really struggle with change. I have joked that dating and getting married have been enough change for me for the next several years. That is not actually true though. I'm pretty dissatisfied with how bad I have been feeling about myself lately. It's not a depression thing, but just a general feeling like, "what in the hell am I doing with myself." I'm sort of taking stock right now in myself and I don't see a very organized profile. Life seems to somehow get in the way, I let it get in the way. I'm pretty tired of feeling poorly about my decisions and it is sort of time to man up and make changes. I do see many changes for myself this upcoming year and I'm pretty anxious about them. I do know though that I am a survivor, I just haven't been in survivor mode for quite awhile.
Palm Springs and My 6th Grade Crush
Kent and I had a blast in Palm Springs. The weather was amazing, we rested well, played in the sun, hung out at the pool, rode our bikes to the coffee shop etc. We went to LaQuinta, which is a suburb outside of Palm Springs. Our friends have a house in Rancho LaQuinta, this amazingly pristine golf course. When you enter the gates it is like you are in a secret club...one where no leaf is left on the ground or blade of grass too long. It is almost frightening how perfect it is, but in all honesty, it was kind of refreshing. Our neighborhood in Seattle is always getting tagged by some A*hole who calls himself Bleak. He wrote Boner on Kent's work van one evening while we were sleeping. The most out of touch thing I saw in this gated community is a lonely grapefruit that had fallen off of someones tree and rolled into the street. It was crazy how easily I noticed it, but it was the only thing out of place. It was a great trip though and one we hope to repeat yearly as our friends are so gracious and the casita they have fits us perfectly.
The really difficult part of our trip is my sister and dad had to take Stoney to the vet and put him down. We were so sad, it was awful. I couldn't have them try to keep him alive though so that we could say good-bye. It just didn't seem right. He was getting so weak and he went downhill in a matter of days. I know he is in a good place though, that is what I keep reminding myself. I am a total dog lover, but this cat was crazy funny and I miss him terribly.
My TGIF for today is the fact that I am totally excited to be going to see Jon Bon Jovi tomorrow night with my friend Mary Pat and her husband Jon. Jon is a butt rocker to the fullest, he is hilarious as well. During the 6th grade I was obsessed with Bon Jovi, Slippery When Wet was my album. The speakers in my basement that were the size of me blared out Living on a Prayer until my ears rang. Kent and Mary Pat are not too excited about the concert, I think they are more excited to see what Jon and I will do. Here is the exact poster that was on my wall for several years above my bed. Oh Jon Bon Jovi...will you remember me?
Have a great week-end everyone!
The really difficult part of our trip is my sister and dad had to take Stoney to the vet and put him down. We were so sad, it was awful. I couldn't have them try to keep him alive though so that we could say good-bye. It just didn't seem right. He was getting so weak and he went downhill in a matter of days. I know he is in a good place though, that is what I keep reminding myself. I am a total dog lover, but this cat was crazy funny and I miss him terribly.
My TGIF for today is the fact that I am totally excited to be going to see Jon Bon Jovi tomorrow night with my friend Mary Pat and her husband Jon. Jon is a butt rocker to the fullest, he is hilarious as well. During the 6th grade I was obsessed with Bon Jovi, Slippery When Wet was my album. The speakers in my basement that were the size of me blared out Living on a Prayer until my ears rang. Kent and Mary Pat are not too excited about the concert, I think they are more excited to see what Jon and I will do. Here is the exact poster that was on my wall for several years above my bed. Oh Jon Bon Jovi...will you remember me?
Have a great week-end everyone!
Germans and Strays
This past week-end Kent and I, along with multiple friends, travelled to Leavenworth to celebrate a friends 40th birthday. I was nervous about going as I have a total snoring problem and I never know what the sleeping situation is. Thank God my husband can tolerate my "heavy breathing". We got out of Seattle late and I kept thinking, shit, is this going to be like the Real World where we are all scrambling for a room? It was a bit, but there was a lovely futon with our name all over it. At least it was in a private room, AKA the mud room, but I'm not going to complain.
Leavenworth is the most bizarre little town. The snow was barely on the ground, so luckily we had no problems with the road.
We all chilled out, wore wigs, had dance party USA and celebrated to our hearts content.
Becs...the birthday girl!
Becs little girl Adia with Kent and I!
That first evening we were there a stray dog was found and suddenly, our party included our new dog Chelsey/Scout. Through some serious investigating we discovered through the microchip that some A**hole dumped their dog in Leavenworth and moved away. When we got a hold of the owner she totally lied and then told us to have the Vet remove her name. So now Chelsey/Scout (couldn't figure out what to name her) is living in Seattle with our friends Trever and Colleen and looking for a home. She was an awesome dog and I know they will find her somewhere to live soon.
My sciatica is totally still acting up. I sat last night having my weekly acupuncture appointment and I just felt bummed about my body. I think it is the fact I am 51 days now without my lady business that is making me just annoyed all together with this body. Tomorrow I am going in for an ultrasound so hopefully the magic wand can figure out what is going on.
Kent and I leave on Thursday for Palm Springs and I couldn't be more excited. We've been going like mad lately and having a really hard time with our cat Stoney, who is really taking a turn for the worse. We are probably going to have to put him to sleep next week and it is just killing me. He has kidney failure and we are doing everything we can, but I think the unfortunate time has come. Stoney has been Kent's buddy for 16 years. It makes me cry to just think about how many homes they have moved around too as a team. One of my favorite cards Kent gave me was one that invited me to move in with him and Stoney and the fact that Kent had a talking with his cat and that Stoney understood he was now #2, I was #1. Sounds freaky, but it was totally sweet. Look at this twosome...love them both!
Leavenworth is the most bizarre little town. The snow was barely on the ground, so luckily we had no problems with the road.
We all chilled out, wore wigs, had dance party USA and celebrated to our hearts content.
Becs...the birthday girl!
Becs little girl Adia with Kent and I!
That first evening we were there a stray dog was found and suddenly, our party included our new dog Chelsey/Scout. Through some serious investigating we discovered through the microchip that some A**hole dumped their dog in Leavenworth and moved away. When we got a hold of the owner she totally lied and then told us to have the Vet remove her name. So now Chelsey/Scout (couldn't figure out what to name her) is living in Seattle with our friends Trever and Colleen and looking for a home. She was an awesome dog and I know they will find her somewhere to live soon.
My sciatica is totally still acting up. I sat last night having my weekly acupuncture appointment and I just felt bummed about my body. I think it is the fact I am 51 days now without my lady business that is making me just annoyed all together with this body. Tomorrow I am going in for an ultrasound so hopefully the magic wand can figure out what is going on.
Kent and I leave on Thursday for Palm Springs and I couldn't be more excited. We've been going like mad lately and having a really hard time with our cat Stoney, who is really taking a turn for the worse. We are probably going to have to put him to sleep next week and it is just killing me. He has kidney failure and we are doing everything we can, but I think the unfortunate time has come. Stoney has been Kent's buddy for 16 years. It makes me cry to just think about how many homes they have moved around too as a team. One of my favorite cards Kent gave me was one that invited me to move in with him and Stoney and the fact that Kent had a talking with his cat and that Stoney understood he was now #2, I was #1. Sounds freaky, but it was totally sweet. Look at this twosome...love them both!
GPS for my business
I am a recent convert to the I-Phone and one of the first things I did was look for fun apps. There are various apps pre-loaded, like a compass, calendar, calculator etc. I downloaded a fertility tracker to help me with my business and keep everything organized. Tonight I thought to myself that I should look for a GPS app for my lady business, as she is missing, and no where in sight. I'm day 44 now and not sure what the hell is happening. I started progesterone yesterday, so maybe this will help direct it the proper way. I mean I have a Redfin app that automatically pulls up any house for sale within a 5 mile range of where me and my phone are. Why in the hell can't my period find itself out of my body? Gross, I know, but christ, give me a break.
Oh...I irritated my sciatica somehow and can barely walk. Maybe something like a 3 hour yoga class has something to do with it! (-:
Oh...I irritated my sciatica somehow and can barely walk. Maybe something like a 3 hour yoga class has something to do with it! (-:
Why my husband should put me on wife swap
This past week-end was a fun one. We started with Friday night going to see Kathy Griffin at the Paramount with my sister. First of all, I'm a cusser and it just comes out. But I can not hold 10 seconds to that woman's mouth. When she came out people were literally freaking out; jumping out of their seats and screaming. I had no idea her following was so extreme. Her pop culture stories and celebrity sightings are quite funny. We laughed and laughed. Then Saturday morning came.
Several weeks ago I signed up for a 3 hour yoga fertility workshop that had a single or couples option. I asked (told) Kent that he was doing it with me and that it would be good for both of us. I'm a basket case at times with work and the unknown that is called life. As we were getting ready to leave Kent started questioning my choice. Of course I was pissed and told him to not come. He kept asking me if he was going to be the only guy. I explained I couldn't say yes or no, but that I would go by myself. I'm such a guilt trip of a wife at times! Bad Lisa, Bad Lisa! I did think stretching would be helpful for him as well, but holy shit, who knew what I signed us up for.
First of all it was in the University District and in an old church that was totally in disrepair (AKA gross). Fine, I'll get all Buddha like and kumbayaish, but really, it grossed me out and it smelt like feet. When we walked in I knew I was f*cked, Kent was going to kill me. It was 3 other ladies and us. We sat in a circle and we shared things...like our names and where we were in our cycle! WTF! I would NEVER have brought him with me, I mean seriously. If you are going to have open conversations and talk about if you are on your period with strangers, you might want to separate the girls from the boys, the vaginas from the penises. Sheesh! I introduced myself as Lisa, the woman who brought her poor husband who was going to kill afterwards. Since Kent's period just isn't a problem, he became a floater, he could choose his poses at free will. Kent kept looking at the clock, and me, and I knew what he was thinking. There were a few poses that we did together and Kent made it aware of his feelings as his elbows were grinding into my back.
I totally laugh now when I think about this. Kent talking about how he doesn't have a period, our laughing too often (the silent type though, the one where your body just shakes). It was a bonding experience and I love him more and more everyday as we are figuring out what is going to be best for us and this fertility adventure. My business is so frickin' late, but I'm not pregnant. I started progesterone to hopefully help it get moving.
On Saturday night Kent was able to get revenge back on me as we went to a 100th celebration of his DKE fraternity. We did get all dressed up and looked great.
I know 2 other ladies so they were my posse.
Deidre and Tara to my rescue!
There was some dancing, some drinking and an after party.
The major party foul for me though was my desire to eat at 2am and the only option was Taco Bell. I don't think I have "ran for the border" since 1997. Now I know why. I was so damn sick the next day and I know it was from whatever I consumed at 2am and not the wine. Baby Jesus please help me to remember this bad, bad choice so that I never make it again.
Best looking guy in the drive thru!
Several weeks ago I signed up for a 3 hour yoga fertility workshop that had a single or couples option. I asked (told) Kent that he was doing it with me and that it would be good for both of us. I'm a basket case at times with work and the unknown that is called life. As we were getting ready to leave Kent started questioning my choice. Of course I was pissed and told him to not come. He kept asking me if he was going to be the only guy. I explained I couldn't say yes or no, but that I would go by myself. I'm such a guilt trip of a wife at times! Bad Lisa, Bad Lisa! I did think stretching would be helpful for him as well, but holy shit, who knew what I signed us up for.
First of all it was in the University District and in an old church that was totally in disrepair (AKA gross). Fine, I'll get all Buddha like and kumbayaish, but really, it grossed me out and it smelt like feet. When we walked in I knew I was f*cked, Kent was going to kill me. It was 3 other ladies and us. We sat in a circle and we shared things...like our names and where we were in our cycle! WTF! I would NEVER have brought him with me, I mean seriously. If you are going to have open conversations and talk about if you are on your period with strangers, you might want to separate the girls from the boys, the vaginas from the penises. Sheesh! I introduced myself as Lisa, the woman who brought her poor husband who was going to kill afterwards. Since Kent's period just isn't a problem, he became a floater, he could choose his poses at free will. Kent kept looking at the clock, and me, and I knew what he was thinking. There were a few poses that we did together and Kent made it aware of his feelings as his elbows were grinding into my back.
I totally laugh now when I think about this. Kent talking about how he doesn't have a period, our laughing too often (the silent type though, the one where your body just shakes). It was a bonding experience and I love him more and more everyday as we are figuring out what is going to be best for us and this fertility adventure. My business is so frickin' late, but I'm not pregnant. I started progesterone to hopefully help it get moving.
On Saturday night Kent was able to get revenge back on me as we went to a 100th celebration of his DKE fraternity. We did get all dressed up and looked great.
I know 2 other ladies so they were my posse.
Deidre and Tara to my rescue!
There was some dancing, some drinking and an after party.
The major party foul for me though was my desire to eat at 2am and the only option was Taco Bell. I don't think I have "ran for the border" since 1997. Now I know why. I was so damn sick the next day and I know it was from whatever I consumed at 2am and not the wine. Baby Jesus please help me to remember this bad, bad choice so that I never make it again.
Best looking guy in the drive thru!
Birthdays and Life...
TGIF everyone! I mean seriously, what a crazy emotional week. That is just life though and trust me, I am full of emotions!
Last Sunday Kent and I celebrated our 39th and 35th birthdays. In the past we have had blowouts which has included appearances by a Neil Diamond impersonator (who also shares our birthday)
He was the WORST impersonator, which made is all that better. (YIKES...look at my boobs in this shot!)
Back to the current year. Since we are going to Palm Springs in two weeks we didn't travel anywhere, we did a one day stay-cation. I sent Kent an evite a few weeks ago and he was so excited when he opened it, but then realized he was the only person invited. Kent loves a party, but his muffin just didn't want it this year. Next year..when he turns 40, a blowout for sure. I really wanted to just spend the day with Kent and do some fun things that were all a surprise to him. We started with brunch at Cafe Campagne in the market. If it wasn't so packed I would have taken a photo of my croque monsieur which can literally bring a tear to my eye it is so delicious. We had mimosas and frites and loved that it was semi-sunny.
After brunch we went over to Sur La Table, my form of porn, even though I am packed to the gills with kitchen items and I am only a mediocre cook. Kent can not pass up a sale so a newly coveted cheese plate was mine. Upon leaving Sur La Table we ventured on down to the SAM (Seattle Art Museum) for the Michelangelo drawings exhibit and an awesome exhibit of Alexander Calder, who does amazing mobiles. When we were in Venice and went to the Peggy Guggenheim museum she had several of his pieces that were hung throughout her house. Kent was excited to go the museum and we spent about 2 hours there.
After we left the museum we walked across the street to the Four Seasons and went to the Art Bar. I had the delicious dill martini (sounds gross, but quite refreshing) and Kent had a beer.
This was sort of our relaxing and recooperating spot as we then ventured on to Spa de Lago for mani-pedi's. I know what you might be thinking, but it is my birthday too. My girlfriend Susan gave me a certificate there and I really wanted to pamper myself. I had Fran's chocolates and champagne ready so Kent couldn't complain.
The lady who worked over his feet was a riot. When she started doing his treatment I looked at her and said, "the lady who does his feet normally is really crappy. Good luck." Her mouth dropped but Kent started laughing because I am the once forced by that cute smile to work on his feet. I hate it, feet gross me out. I love my husband though and I've just realized that when I pull out that pedicure basket of mine, that means a couples pedicure awaits me.
After I had my fabulous appointment with the OPI color "I'm fondue of you" I gathered our things and we were headed to the last planned event. I have been wanting to eat at Delancey's for several months now. It is a husband/wife team who own the place and the wife Molly is a pretty popular blogger, her site is Orangette.blogspot. I love her photos, her recipes and her overall style. I decided to invite a few of Kent's friends to join us, as I know how much he really does like having a birthday together. Delancey's is the type of place that takes reservations for parties of 6 or more. The place is really small and without a reservation, your looking at an hour plus wait. Well word sort of spread that I was doing Delancey's and I suddenly found us with 13 people who wanted to join us. Crap, that is 1/4 of the restaurant. Molly was awesome though and they just rolled with the punches. We had amazing pizza, like I wish it was just Kent and I as I would have eaten ten times more!
As I noticed the line getting longer and longer and longer I knew we had to give up our 2 tables. Most people split except for Monkia and Miles, our fun friends who we spent Christmas Eve with at the drag queen show and NY's Eve at the moisutre festival. They are a riot and we walked across the street to A Caprice Kitchen for dessert. Delicious!
This was the best birthday I have had in a long time. I feel blessed in many ways and look forward to whatever happens in this upcoming year. Of course I want to get pregnant, but I wanted to last year too. Time and crappy drugs will tell!
Last Sunday Kent and I celebrated our 39th and 35th birthdays. In the past we have had blowouts which has included appearances by a Neil Diamond impersonator (who also shares our birthday)
He was the WORST impersonator, which made is all that better. (YIKES...look at my boobs in this shot!)
Back to the current year. Since we are going to Palm Springs in two weeks we didn't travel anywhere, we did a one day stay-cation. I sent Kent an evite a few weeks ago and he was so excited when he opened it, but then realized he was the only person invited. Kent loves a party, but his muffin just didn't want it this year. Next year..when he turns 40, a blowout for sure. I really wanted to just spend the day with Kent and do some fun things that were all a surprise to him. We started with brunch at Cafe Campagne in the market. If it wasn't so packed I would have taken a photo of my croque monsieur which can literally bring a tear to my eye it is so delicious. We had mimosas and frites and loved that it was semi-sunny.
After brunch we went over to Sur La Table, my form of porn, even though I am packed to the gills with kitchen items and I am only a mediocre cook. Kent can not pass up a sale so a newly coveted cheese plate was mine. Upon leaving Sur La Table we ventured on down to the SAM (Seattle Art Museum) for the Michelangelo drawings exhibit and an awesome exhibit of Alexander Calder, who does amazing mobiles. When we were in Venice and went to the Peggy Guggenheim museum she had several of his pieces that were hung throughout her house. Kent was excited to go the museum and we spent about 2 hours there.
After we left the museum we walked across the street to the Four Seasons and went to the Art Bar. I had the delicious dill martini (sounds gross, but quite refreshing) and Kent had a beer.
This was sort of our relaxing and recooperating spot as we then ventured on to Spa de Lago for mani-pedi's. I know what you might be thinking, but it is my birthday too. My girlfriend Susan gave me a certificate there and I really wanted to pamper myself. I had Fran's chocolates and champagne ready so Kent couldn't complain.
The lady who worked over his feet was a riot. When she started doing his treatment I looked at her and said, "the lady who does his feet normally is really crappy. Good luck." Her mouth dropped but Kent started laughing because I am the once forced by that cute smile to work on his feet. I hate it, feet gross me out. I love my husband though and I've just realized that when I pull out that pedicure basket of mine, that means a couples pedicure awaits me.
After I had my fabulous appointment with the OPI color "I'm fondue of you" I gathered our things and we were headed to the last planned event. I have been wanting to eat at Delancey's for several months now. It is a husband/wife team who own the place and the wife Molly is a pretty popular blogger, her site is Orangette.blogspot. I love her photos, her recipes and her overall style. I decided to invite a few of Kent's friends to join us, as I know how much he really does like having a birthday together. Delancey's is the type of place that takes reservations for parties of 6 or more. The place is really small and without a reservation, your looking at an hour plus wait. Well word sort of spread that I was doing Delancey's and I suddenly found us with 13 people who wanted to join us. Crap, that is 1/4 of the restaurant. Molly was awesome though and they just rolled with the punches. We had amazing pizza, like I wish it was just Kent and I as I would have eaten ten times more!
As I noticed the line getting longer and longer and longer I knew we had to give up our 2 tables. Most people split except for Monkia and Miles, our fun friends who we spent Christmas Eve with at the drag queen show and NY's Eve at the moisutre festival. They are a riot and we walked across the street to A Caprice Kitchen for dessert. Delicious!
This was the best birthday I have had in a long time. I feel blessed in many ways and look forward to whatever happens in this upcoming year. Of course I want to get pregnant, but I wanted to last year too. Time and crappy drugs will tell!
Having the last word...
Am I a "know-it-all?" Do I always have to win an argument or have the last word? This is really on my brain right now. I find myself often dishing out advice, generally it is asked of me, but at times I know I need to have the last word. Today at work I found myself with a 1 out of 2 "win" with disgruntled patients. No specifics to mention, but I'm sitting here thinking to myself, "how could I have handled this better?" I think I need better negotiating/listening/problem solving skills with angered individuals. Hell I need better skills with happy individuals. Even in my marriage there are days that I know that serpent tongue of mine can lash out and whip Kent across the face. It's a tactic I've learned throughout the years to protect myself, but one that I'm not always proud of.
I had some pretty good revelations today about what I consider "fact finding" but might very well come across as "condescending or rude" to the recipient. Kent and I have been heavily weighing our options when it comes to housing. We are keeping our triplex and will be moving this spring/summer. Do we rent, do we somehow buy? Well it appeared renting was our only option but I smelled some creativity out of Kent recently as he has been scouring RedFin like mad. Last week-end we went to a few open houses and holy shit it is going to suck to leave my awesome place and live in a crap hole. Look at this beauty Kent made...
Back to reality...There is nothing like a real estate agent explaining a home as "a great opportunity for someone with contractor skills." The fine print on that comment..shit hole that I will more than likely live in. When I said "I do" to Kent, I also said I do to contractor visions and nightmare projects. Kent is awesome though and I know he has our best interests at heart. We struggle a bit with my vision not being so keen as his and my constant questioning of "how" and the disbelief that the vision is possible. I know that Kent and I have different communication styles as I'm a lady and he's a man. I might need to pick up The Male Factor, a new book on Amazon. It talks more about relationships in the workplace between men and women, but it generally all boils down to communication styles and perceptions.
I'm sort of rambling a bit today, but there is a definite swirl up in this brain. I don't want to be a know-it-all. I'd like to be thought of as determined, compassionate, educated and concise. Generally though I'm pretty damn emotional and that gets the best of me. I use to be so cool, now I frickin' get hives on my chest. I must remember if I become a negotiator to wear a turtle neck...but sometimes those damn cheeks of mine get flushed too! Oh..the travesty of having passion (aka an opinion that I damn well want you to understand).
Other than my know-it-all attitude things have been pretty calm and nice around the Davis household. We are still rockin' our fitness. Yesterday we met at the stairs and I did 5 sets, that's 1250 stairs up and down, or the equivalent of 62 flights of stairs. That is no joke people. I thought I was going to die on my last 50. Oh, and I didn't mention the running in between the sets. I'm weighing myself tomorrow, but I'm already a winner as I know my body is smaller. My new fat pants (recent purchases) are a bit looser. My lady business should be kicking in soon and then that drama starts. It has been so nice to not have that rolling around in my brain and those bad, bad drugs playing with my passion, ahem, emotions. We are leaving President's Day Week-end for Palm Springs so if my business doesn't come by early next week, we won't be timed right for an IUI, so then we will skip another cycle. I'm not happy about it, but this vacation was planned a long time ago and I see a big yellow ball in the sky and a heated pool with my name all over it.
I had some pretty good revelations today about what I consider "fact finding" but might very well come across as "condescending or rude" to the recipient. Kent and I have been heavily weighing our options when it comes to housing. We are keeping our triplex and will be moving this spring/summer. Do we rent, do we somehow buy? Well it appeared renting was our only option but I smelled some creativity out of Kent recently as he has been scouring RedFin like mad. Last week-end we went to a few open houses and holy shit it is going to suck to leave my awesome place and live in a crap hole. Look at this beauty Kent made...
Back to reality...There is nothing like a real estate agent explaining a home as "a great opportunity for someone with contractor skills." The fine print on that comment..shit hole that I will more than likely live in. When I said "I do" to Kent, I also said I do to contractor visions and nightmare projects. Kent is awesome though and I know he has our best interests at heart. We struggle a bit with my vision not being so keen as his and my constant questioning of "how" and the disbelief that the vision is possible. I know that Kent and I have different communication styles as I'm a lady and he's a man. I might need to pick up The Male Factor, a new book on Amazon. It talks more about relationships in the workplace between men and women, but it generally all boils down to communication styles and perceptions.
I'm sort of rambling a bit today, but there is a definite swirl up in this brain. I don't want to be a know-it-all. I'd like to be thought of as determined, compassionate, educated and concise. Generally though I'm pretty damn emotional and that gets the best of me. I use to be so cool, now I frickin' get hives on my chest. I must remember if I become a negotiator to wear a turtle neck...but sometimes those damn cheeks of mine get flushed too! Oh..the travesty of having passion (aka an opinion that I damn well want you to understand).
Other than my know-it-all attitude things have been pretty calm and nice around the Davis household. We are still rockin' our fitness. Yesterday we met at the stairs and I did 5 sets, that's 1250 stairs up and down, or the equivalent of 62 flights of stairs. That is no joke people. I thought I was going to die on my last 50. Oh, and I didn't mention the running in between the sets. I'm weighing myself tomorrow, but I'm already a winner as I know my body is smaller. My new fat pants (recent purchases) are a bit looser. My lady business should be kicking in soon and then that drama starts. It has been so nice to not have that rolling around in my brain and those bad, bad drugs playing with my passion, ahem, emotions. We are leaving President's Day Week-end for Palm Springs so if my business doesn't come by early next week, we won't be timed right for an IUI, so then we will skip another cycle. I'm not happy about it, but this vacation was planned a long time ago and I see a big yellow ball in the sky and a heated pool with my name all over it.
