After much struggle on my part (emotionally and mentally - not physically. No way in hell was I going to be able to help move this 200+ pound beast), the elliptical has found its home.
Now there is no excuse in delaying this New Year's resolutions.
Well, except for my trip to NY tonight.
So I clearly jinxed myself the other day when I was filling out a survey. When asked what I was afraid of I wrote down three things: spiders, rodents and flying.
Now, flying I have come to tolerate. Although I still do occasionally cause all the blood to leave Drew's hand because I squeeze so hard. There has been no need for amputations...yet.
Now spiders suck. I know, I know, they are supposed to be good luck. But I find them gross and think they have at least four too many legs yet their webs are so indestructible I am almost in awe of them. But I haven't had any nasty run-ins with them lately and whenever I do, my personal super hero comes to my rescue.
But today while watching some mindless TV in the family room, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. And there scampering in my kitchen was a mouse. Now I may be biased, but the mouse looked BIG. So there I was paralyzed in my chair yet really needing to call Drew to tell him what I saw. So being the freak that I am, I climbed over furniture (chair to stool to island to another chair) in order to get to the phone without touching the floor. Clearly, I'm psycho because it's not as though this poor mouse is crouching around the corner just waiting for my toes to hit the ground so that it can pounce.
But it might have been. Hence the climbing.
You may be wondering where Caper was during all of this, after all he does have many cat-like tendencies and perhaps they include catching mice and depositing them at my feet (cross your fingers that this never happens because I would seriously lose my $%&! if it did). He was outside though so he missed all the excitement.
Anyways, the thing that bothers me the most about all of this is that there has been many times where I thought I had seen some sort of motion in the kitchen area but never actually saw something to confirm it. So have we had mice friends for months now?
Yikes! I'm freaking out.
So here are some before and after pictures of the carpet. 
No longer a good scratching tool, slippers are definitely now optional.So I probably should have posted this dilemma several days ago, ideally before the game was actually played. But better late than never I suppose. So as many of you may know, Drew = BIG Saints fan. And over the year, as I have been able to watch several of their games, I too have started cheering for them. I am familiar with their players and know their strengths and won't hesitate to sit down and read a SI article about them. However, living in Chicago and attending three Bears' games this year has also caused me to line up solidly behind them.
So this was all well and good because they were both doing so excellent. But the inevitable came and they played each other on Sunday. Drew went to the game and I had the good fortune of hanging out with the three cutest kids ever. (Watie, you would have been so proud, to hear Simon sing "Bear down Chicago Bears" almost absentmindedly as though it was a mantra as he played with the pirate ship.) And as I watched the game, my heart felt legitimately torn because I didn't know who to cheer for. As it became clear who was going to win (GO Bears), I started to feel guilty and bad for Drew, who undoubtedly was sad and disappointed. But he appears to be handling it fairly well, even if he gets chided a bit by his co-workers. Plus the Saints had an incredible season and will no doubt go far next year. As for the Bears, I think if they show up and play their best they can win. And despite his gun troubles, I'm glad Tank will be able to join his team in Miami. While we would have had tickets to the Super Bowl if the Saints had won, I think being at home with friends, beer and delicious yet nutritionally horrible food will be a great way to root the Bears to victory.
So I'm having a hard time lately with the whole blogging thing. My mind seems to be a blank and therefore I have had nothing to blog about. Despite my trip to Florida last weekend, the debacle of the elliptical delivery and the fabulous and not so fabulous outfits I saw while watching the Golden Globes, I find that every time I sit down to the computer to type, I'm boring myself, which leads me to conclude that my readers will be even further bored. So I apologize for my lack of posts. Clearly, I have not gotten off to a good start on the New Year's resolutions (although I have been doing my crosswords).
I will try to do better friends. Don't give up on me yet.
I can't tell you the last time we slept on our hide-a-bed. I'm even starting to wonder if we ever have...surely it must have been done. But if not then we are definitely inaugurating it tonight. You see, our carpet is coming!! Yay! Finally, after months of indecision and waiting, new carpet will be installed in all of our bedrooms tomorrow. While Caper may miss the useful scratching tool that is our old carpet, I will not miss its ugliness, stains or lack of softness and color.
However, because we are cheap and didn't want to pay the carpet guys the crazy amount of money that they would surely charge us, we had to move all of our furniture out of the bedrooms. And while many of you have not been to our house, some of you have and may then have a slight understanding of what a pain in the ass that was. Thankfully we had friends who came and helped (and brought Dairy Queen - an added bonus). So now all the rooms are empty upstairs (well except for the bathrooms because that is where we shoved all the furniture) and it looks like we never moved in. Caper is a bit freaked out and will not come inside the house even though I would think Drew and I perched on the sofa in the family room would seem quite inviting.
We're camping out Caper! It's time to freakin' come in.
So I guess I could consider myself as part of the medical profession (even though I'm unemployed). So one would guess that I understand illness, its etiology, symptoms, drugs and prognosis, etc. But problem number one with nursing school is that you don't learn much that is applicable to your own life. I mean in a sense that is a good thing because that means I'm not nor is anyone I know in the hospital or suffering from a chronic disease. [Knock on wood] And while at one point in my life I may have kicked ass on a hospital floor, it would also be helpful to relieve my own meager suffering just this one time.
However, we don't learn about the things that plague the typically healthy person and may inhibit them from enjoying the day or getting out of their pajamas but doesn't necessitate a trip to the local ER. Like a damn cold. I think I could feel better about my current sickness if I could just explain how my body is capable of producing an unmeasurable amount of green goo that is constantly flowing from my nose. Maybe I just skipped the class that covered that.
I'd google it but I'm fearful of what images I might find.
Happy 2007 everyone!
I'm not a die-hard resolution maker...or keeper for that matter. However, when pressed on New Year's Eve, I did come up with a little list of things I want to improve on. Most of them are probably on everyone's list but some other fun ones are to be able to do the NYT's Wednesday crossword puzzle (I have recently become somewhat obsessed with crosswords and am determined to get better because I currently suck), to play the piano more and to get out of our meal rotation by making new recipes. I'll try to blog more too but I haven't been feeling it lately.
Cheers! Here's to 2007 being the best year yet!
