Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Old wedding photo

Do you think the flowers are too much?

They don't make TV stars like this anymore. Thank goodness. What is that look on her face? I'm actually haunted by her, I have that feeling I got when I read those scary "Flowers in the Attic" books when I was too young for such things. His look is so overworked, it makes you want to laugh at good looking men everywhere.

Alight, truthfully, this post is an effort to procrastinate downloading photos from the weekend off the camera and writing about it. I think I'd rather enjoy watching some really bad old tv shows instead.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

My dog, is in fact a dog, and I, am in fact, an idiot

We had a great weekend, which I will write about more and post photos from, but I wanted to share my idiot dog owner story first. The back story is short: occasionally our dog won't eat and has an alien tummy so we switched to a fancy dog food that said to use 1-1.5 cups of food twice a day. The dog was eating 2 cups twice a day of the old stuff so we knew he might take a while to adjust but he seemed fine.

Fast forward to Saturday, I took a large chocolate cake (do you know where this is headed?) to a friend's BBQ to celebrate Bill's birthday. My mom was in town with us this weekend so I left the party after a few hours to head home with my mom and took the dog who was tired from playing disc golf all day. I begged my mom to make me her famous tacos for dinner so we stopped off at the store to get the ingredients. I had taken a large section of the cake home on a paper plate so we could have some for dessert. I thought for two seconds about not leaving the dog alone in the car with the cake but this dog has literally traveled thousands of miles in a car that always contains food (including his treats) and he has never, not once, gotten into food before.

Imagine my shock when we returned to the car and the entire slab of chocolate cake was GONE. Idiot! We drove straight to the emergency vet who had the privileged of extracting the cake from the dog's stomach and I had the privilege of paying for it.

The dog was in big trouble over this and sufficiently sulked around afterward, comforted only by his grandma, who of course, thought we were terrible for yelling at the dog.

Fast forward to Tuesday night and I catch the dog eating the remnants of artichokes we had steamed the night before. He was literally holding the half eaten leaf down with his paw and trying to pull any remaining meat off the leaf. WTF? (light bulb goes on in my dull brain) OH! THE DOG IS STARVING. The new dog food isn't enough dog food for our active dog. Poor guy!

I'm lucky he didn't run away and move into a dumpster where he would have been better fed than at our house.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

B's bday

My hubby turns 30 something today, let's just say, it's one bday shy of 40. I can't wait for 40! This year, he gets to pick his mother in law up at the airport so she can spend the weekend with us. This is what you get when your wife asks you, "What do want for your birthday?" and you answer "nothing!" He'll get something alright! She's coming to help us garden so that means he gets to work all weekend too. I think his plan is to ride his bike up to Salem for our friend's annual party and then play disc golf with his buddies so don't feel too sorry for him.

This morning he swam 39 x 100 on 1:30 with Sunny and another woman from our swim class. It looked brutal, but he said he paced himself well and it felt easy. I kind of watched while I swam around in between their sets. I was useful enough to bring chocolate cupcakes and I bought him his favorite pie for dessert so he'll be nice and sugared up all day and night.

We're coming up on our 6th anniversary since we started dating. We hooked up at Wildflower triathlon six years ago after casually knowing each other via the triathlon club. Within a week we were shopping at Target together and sharing milk. We held off moving in together for several months but we had a great courtship. We trained, camped, traveled, and were generally inseparable from the moment we met.

Someone asked me before we got married, "Why do you want to marry him?" and the answer was natural and true today. Because he is the one person on this planet that I would choose to climb a mountain with. Not just because of his physical abilities, which never cease to impress me, but because he makes me laugh, he holds me up, he tells me I'm a tough chick, and he lives life with passion and has a good nature about him that makes him one of the most likable people I've ever known. I wouldn't choose anyone else for my life's journey, he's the one.

Of course, there was that incident when we were back country camping and we had to hide in a tent because of a mosquito infestation and he took the Nutter Butter cookies that I brought and told me he would dole them out to me at his discretion. There are some things that are unforgivable my man, but lesson learned, I'll keep my hands on my Nutter Butters from now on. :) Love you Bill!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Prune juice is the answer


Friday: I was non-functional. I napped throughout the day and then slept all evening and all night. My digestive system had slowed to a point that I didn't want to eat and it was literally painful to move or roll over in bed. It was not good. This came after a long week of not feeling good so I was done with not feeling good. I woke up at 6:30 am on Saturday and did a body check: my head did not hurt, I was hungry, and I wanted out of bed NOW!

After eating some cereal I woke Bill up and said, "Let's go out of town now while I still feel good." He was skeptical that I would make it another hour but he packed up the car anyway and we hit the road. I was mostly fine for the rest of the weekend and I'm almost back to normal now. I think prune juice has saved me these past few days. It tastes so bad I lose my appetite and the fiber in it helps my digestive system. If you need to go on a diet: try prune juice. Seriously, the stuff is potent.

Despite the minor drama, we had a great weekend driving the coast. We drove south to Eugene and then west to Florence where we hit Highway 101 which follows the west coastline. Typically, you will not find a camping spot on the Oregon coast without reservations but it's still only April so the tourist season hasn't hit yet.

The great thing about this section of the Oregon coast are the sand dunes. On the east you have forest, in the middle is sand, and on the west is the ocean. It's surreal. The bad part are the crowds attracted to the sand dunes. Mad Max and the Thunderdome type characters. You will NOT find peace and solitude in this area so we kept heading south to Coos Bay and finally to our destination, Sunset Bay.

It was lovely. We took a trail (side bar: if you don't know this already: limit going to big tourist spots with the massive parking lots. Instead, take a trail head where there is limited parking and walk. Most Americans will not walk more than 1 block and this holds true for forest areas and national parks too.) to the coast and were treated with a gorgeous spectacle and massive waves. It's pupping season for the seals and we could hear them from their location on the rocks making a ruckus.

We found a decent but small camping spot and after some hot cocoa went to bed which for me meant sharing a double wide sleeping bag with the dog. For some reason, he wanted to hang off the end of the air mattress, so all night long I felt like I was being pulled off a cliff. But I was warm and the dog didn't move until I woke him up in the morning. That was one cooked doggy but he was happy!

It was 40 degrees when we woke up so we ate quickly, packed up camp, and started driving back up the coast. We stopped off in Florence and hit the sand dunes one last time before heading home. We were home and unpacked by 1:30 pm on Sunday and had the rest of the day to enjoy at home. Perfect!

Poor Marshall dog played so hard in the sand dunes I noticed that his nose and eyes were clogged with sand. We pulled over at a small river on the way home and cleaned him up and were surprised that our random pit stop featured a covered bridge. I probably shouldn't be surprised by these things in Oregon, exploring here is like being a kid all over again.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Sunset Bay State Park, Oregon

I'll write about our weekend excursion later and put up additional photos but it's sunny and 80 degrees outside today and tomorrow so I won't be sitting in front of my computer in my free time. Cheers!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Victory and defeat

Victory: the Doctor confirmed that I am done with progesterone!
Defeat: My digestive system is on the slow boat to China
Victory: the Doctor asked what kind of foods were bothering me, I said vegetables, and she said to stop eating them.
Defeat: I haven't been sleeping well all week and I hope it's hormones and not stress.

I think we're going to head out of town this weekend even though I am one stop short of a train wreck. We have nice weather in the forecast and I need a change of scenery. The dog told me it's time for a road trip and I must obey my master.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Save the last pill for somebody else

My wonderful OB-GYN (I do mean that by the way) has had me on a progesterone supplement for the past 2 months and sweet relief, I see her today so this should be the end of the medication. I tested low for progesterone once and boy do I regret that day. Progesterone is the lovely hormone you get after you ovulate and before your next cycle begins. I associate it with the famed three letter word PMS.

I feel like I have had a case of PMS for the past 2 months so last night I looked at the last pill in the bottle and set it back down. I'm done with progesterone. NOW! My wonderful husband (I do mean that by the way) tried to congratulate me this morning that today was the last day for progesterone. I told him no, yesterday was the last day. There's one pill left in the bottle and it's staying there. He got all flustered and said, "You have to take that last pill."

Me: "Ummm, no, I don't. I'm done."
He: "I'm going to tell your Dr."
Me: "I don't care. I'm not taking it."
He: "Take it!"
Me: "You can't make me..."

Oh the assinine conversations married people have. It didn't escalate, but trust me, I was ready to escalate it. If the Dr. says I have to take the last pill, I will throw the bottle out of a moving car and put the pedal to the metal and never look back. I'm done.

Truth time: I quit it for two days a few weeks ago and I swear the cloud that had been following me around dissapated and I felt like skipping around and singing with the birds. Look out birds! Here I come!

Monday, April 13, 2009

An exciting career in television

I woke up confused and exhausted this morning. I had been dreaming that I was a curvaceous blond with an amazing body and a equally gorgeous man was trying to convince me to do something exciting with a career in television. (ha ha!) Instead, I drug my tired, sorry carcass out of bed and auto-piloted through the motions of getting ready for the same job I've had for the past 7 years. A job that is so opposite of glamorous, I could literally wear a t-shirt, jeans, and Birkenstocks everyday for work and I would fit in just fine.

Yesterday I completed the glamorous task called "slaying the beast of clothes in the closet" and 4 boxes of clothes later, I had space for spring and summer clothes. I had to wash all of those clothes and it took at least 3 hours to get everything put away. My back was killing me from folding and bending so I sat down and called my mom for recipes for Easter dinner.

Mom had been cooking since 7 am and I hadn't even started and it was 1pm. Oh boy. Have you ever made potato salad? That is one of the most complex dishes I have ever made. I got half way through boiling potatoes and eggs and chopping them when my back gave out. I had to lay down on the couch while my mid back hooted and hollered at me. Fortunately, the cat came to lay on me so we could both take a rainy Sunday afternoon nap. Sweet relief. Bill had to take over the potato salad but he woke me up in time to finish the rest of the dinner which turned out fine and was only slightly late.

I must have needed to dream some glamor into my life since it is obviously lacking! To be honest, I saw a young college girl teeter tottering around in high heels this morning and I thought she can have the glamor. I'll take more sleep and goofy dreams.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

The cutest thing on the planet part 2

We had dinner at our swim coach's house last weekend and his wife put on a meal like none other. The table was decorated with spring themed items and place names were set out. She literally made the bunnies in the photo out of washcloths and then gave them to us. There were drinks and hourdevours (how in the heck do you spell that word?) in the living room and then she served us soup and salad before the main course which was salmon they caught in Alaska on a fishing trip. After dinner she served apple pie and ice cream and hot tea. My only thought was, "Will you marry me?"

And now I give you Dewey Readmore Books, the star of the book "Dewey" a true story about a small town library cat who became world famous. I had to get this book because, well, look at him! Yes, I think you should judge a book by it's adorable cover.

And now, an extra special bonus cute and only special people get to know this one: my 5 year old friend Samara calls the refrigerator the "fridgerfreighter" and the living room the "livering room". I suggest you start saying fridgerfreighter today, it's quite catchy.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

The cutest thing on the planet part 1

Abandoned dog mends his broken heart whilst lying in the sun in his little bed.

We have been dog sitting our friend Johnny since Saturday and what a treat it has been to have a little chihuahua bouncing around the house. Well, he bounces when he isn't sleeping and he's mostly sleeping but either way, he's very Cute.

We had to get the camera out when Johnny stole Marshall's bone and drug it over to his little bed and started gnawing on it. I think the bone was about the same size as he was and I don't think Marshall got it back until Johnny was good and done with it.

What has surprised me the most about this dog sitting experience is how Bill has taken to this dog. He declared that we should get a pack of 5 chihuahuas to romp around our house and keep Marshall and the kitties under control. Could you imagine that chaos? I think Bill envisions the miniature dog pack taking down big dog Marshall like he was some kind of t-rex. We could get rid of the satellite tv if we had that kind of entertainment!

Tomorrow, part 2 of the cutest thing on the planet. I know you can't wait!

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Good news/bad news

Good news: I made a very minimal investment in inventory for tribabe.com this year.
Bad news: Sales were half of what they were last year at the first event of the season.

Brutal! I couldn't even get people to buy clearance items. I hope the economy gets back into reasonable shape by this time next year and not just for myself. Bill's company went through another round of layoffs yesterday, he is still employed but feeling worried about the future. The university where I am employed may have to cut 30% of the budget, we'll find out in May. People will lose their jobs and those that keep their jobs will receive pay cuts. Now is not the time to go on an expensive vacation or plan a bunch of remodeling.

I think we'll do a lot of camping and hiking this summer for entertainment. I had a moment yesterday where I asked myself, "What is the worst case scenario?" Bill loses his job, I get a pay cut or lose my job. We go into debt and move back in with our parents. Bill's parents have a pretty nice house so it won't be so bad. Just kidding Flecks! We've gone into debt before while Bill was in school and it feels terrible, but once you start working, you start paying it off and life goes on.

I have more good news, we're dog sitting our friend's chihuahua, I'll post pics later. He's hilarious!

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Beans, beans, the magical fruit!

I always start craving baked beans this time of year, my mom is a stellar holiday cook and would prepare an Easter dinner that I am still not over: ham, beans, potato salad, pickles, and a whole table full of other food. MMMMmmmm! I started getting the urge for baked beans last night and went to Safeway on my way home from work and found out something marvelous, Safeway had pulled pork in their deli! I love pulled pork more than beans!

I bought a pound of coleslaw ($2.50), a pound of pulled pork ($4.99), a can of vegetarian baked beans (I don't need the extra fat in pork and beans) and headed home to munch out. I made that beans fancy by putting in onions and topping with ketchup and brown sugar. The beans need a crust on top to be truly edible. Then we toasted some buns, put a bit of the coleslaw on the bun and then added the pulled pork for a fancy looking sandwich. MUNCHY SATISIFACTION ACHIEVED! And the house smelled like a BBQ. Drool.

I don't know if it was the beans or what but I was wide awake at 3am this morning. After tossing and turning my husband fessed up that he was wide awake too. So he went down to the kitchen to get us some snacks and we watched part of the Da Vinci Code until about 4:30 am. It was so great when the alarm went off at 6:30 am. You know what they say about misery? It loves company!

Tonight I will be putting price tags on clothing and ironing inventory to get ready for the triathlon this weekend. Hopefully that will make me very, very, very tired. Otherwise, we'll watch the end of the DaVinci code and turn into zombies.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

All stocked up on crazy here!

Alright, so I guess I'm still not over the whole Ironman Canada thing. You may recall that I wrote about yappers and great conversations etc. Honestly, if you ever asked me, I would tell you that the ability to hold a good conversation is one of the top qualities that I look for in a friend. I just can't stay interested in people who have nothing to say. Boring! Safe! Not for me!

So imagine my thrill yesterday when I went to get my teeth cleaned and the hygienist talked for 40 minutes straight, barely pausing to take a breath, and when she was done she said, "Oh, I didn't mean to tell you my life story!" Mumphhh was all I could say back since she had a bunch of equipment in my mouth. My eyes were watering from her salacious story about how she couldn't conceive a child after trying for 11 years so she adopted with her husband who then left her for a woman who was 15 years younger and they took the adopted child away and started their own family and now his hair is gray and he looks terrible and old and how could that woman be interested in an old man.... there was something else about a couch and a riding lawn mower so basically, it was the craziest story I had ever heard in my life.

I felt like Jack Nicholson in "As Good as It Gets" when he tells the neighbor's maid "We're all stocked up on crazy here" and slams the door in her face. Of course, I would never do or say anything like that but this poor hygienist actually looked sad to see me go, like she had made a friend in me. I know, it's sad, but I can't do anything about without getting involved with her and that sounds like a really BAD idea.

Now back to that time at Ironman Canada... I told my husband that I wrote a blog about his chattiness and his response was basically, "You didn't tell the story about Canada right" and he went on to detail all of the events that took place even though I had heard the story a hundred times before! Bill, I love you so much. You don't even have to clean my teeth to get me to listen. BTW, I invited him to guest blog and I hope he takes me up on it, he's actually pretty hilarious in a mildly Uncle Rico (above) kind of way. Actually, Uncle Rico was pretty last year, this year he is shooting for a Magnum PI [edited to replace Tom Selleck per husband] type of vibe. He likes to take on a persona for when he plays poker and disc golf and apparently this year is a Magnum PI year. Like I said, we're all stocked up on crazy here! Hey, it looks like Tom is listening!