Don't you just love it when...

Don't you just love it when you finish dinner and feel relaxed, only to look over and remember that now you have to clean everything up. So you start to do the dishes, scraping all the leftovers in a pile to be tossed. You reach in to get the garbage can to toss the mess only to realize the garbarge is overflowing and you have to empty it before throwing anything else away. Don't you love having to crawl under the sink to get the scraps that already fell out of the trash against the back wall, only to bump your head when climbing out, sweaty as can be. Don't you love when you leave your dish pile to take out the trash so that you can throw other stuff away, only to get mauled by your dog, almost knocking you over. You finally escape the dog to come back in the house, replace the garbage bag and dispose of the pile. Don't you just love when you wash your last dish, wipe the counter, hang up the towel, and realize how much you are dripping with sweat, only to turn around and find that you forgot about the dirty pots and pans and the stove. Don't you love starting over, cleaning the pots and pans, now realizing that you have to scrub the stovetop from its remains. Sweep the floor, straighten the chairs, and hang up the towel one more time... only to have the dog find her way in and leave mud and dog hair all over your clean space. Can I get some air please? And a sweat rag? Thanks.

Just a good day.

Yesterday I was blessed to take a 3 hour, relaxing walk with friends. One friend whom I've known for 12 years and another who I am getting to know and am excited to call "friend." We walked around one of my favorite neighborhoods in Stockton, basking in the cool breeze, admiring and dreaming about the beautiful homes, and enjoying each others company. How I have needed a day like this! A day to get out and let the breeze blow away the tired, yuckiness that has surrounded me for months... A day to laugh and be silly with friends who let you be yourself... A day to remember how good God is and His blessings in my life... yes, it was a good day and I am beyond thankful for my dear friends.

Thanks Sarahs!

Just wanna say...

That I am really happy. I have not been a very good cook for my husband for the past year and a half, but things are looking up! For the most part, we will have the typical story of, "Oh man, those first few years... I ate it all and had seconds cuz you were trying so hard." But I can honestly say that I think I have found my meat nitch. Not that it is perfect or even the greatest ever, but I can finally cook chicken, and even steak, and it is yummy! No longer do I regretfully serve dried out, rubbery meat to my husband when he comes home starving after a long days work. After much trial and error, I cannot use the oven, electric frying pan, or even the George Foreman. Nope, not even the Foreman! I can choose the charcoal bbq (which I am super good at) or the stove top. Ya, not super exciting cuz you all have already mastered cooking, but I am pretty thrilled.

Time

Time is flying by! I honestly cannot believe it is the middle of May. I feel like I was just at my wedding, like we just celebrated our one year anniversary, like I just started this semester yesterday... and here we are, married a year and a half, done with the semester next Thursday, and turning 30 in less than a month!!! Ya, maybe that is where this is coming from, turning 30, I dunno. Don't get me wrong, I am not one who is scared to turn the big 3-0 at all. I am very excited. I like getting older. I look back at when I was like 13 and remember how I used to know people who were in their 20's and 30's and I thought they were so old and so cool. Whatda ya know, I'm the cool one now! lol.

I got in touch with a friend from high school today. Actually, we've known each other since third grade, but became really good friends in high school. I haven't talked to her in a long time and while we were on the phone and thought about it, it has been at least 10 years , if not longer, since we've spoken! 10 years??? How does time go so fast! Why didn't we do the 'ol yearbook saying and "K.I.T"!! That used to drive me crazy when people I hardly knew would write that. C'mon, I'm not gonna keep in touch with you, I don't know you now, why would I know you in 12 years! Anyway, whatever.

Maybe I'm thinking about time because I am in school right now and it's bringing me back to high school days. 12 years ago? Sheesh. Why am I thinking about HS so much! Oh wait, I know... cuz I am reminded everyday at how annoying HS kids can be since I am the oldest in my classes and all the others are fresh out. Oh so irritating. Grow up, would ya! Stop throwing nasty spit wads, stop talking while the teacher is lecturing, and please stop being filthy rotten cheaters! ok, sorry. Had to vent.

Well, a bunch of randomness I guess, all to say that time is flying by.

A Sad Goodbye

So, I went to the allergist today and the news was worse than I thought. Yes, I love my dog and was saddened at the thought of being allergic to her, but honestly, the news I got is a little worse (so wrong, I should care more about my dog). I am allergic to all things mold, especially....cheese and CHOCOLATE. Yes folks, no more pizza, grilled cheese, cheeseburgers, and worst of all, no more chocolate. How will I live? I love chocolate. I need chocolate. I am beside myself.

So, goodbye cheese and chocolate! It has been wonderful! So many great memories and delightful times! I will miss you! I might sneak you here and there, but it will never be the same! For now if I eat you I will have to follow with itch cream, pills, nasal spray, and an inhaler.

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And the allergy saga continues...

I never posted about my allergies to begin with, but what the hec, they're still here.
So back at the beginning of February, I came down with the usual bad cold for that time of the year... no biggie, got meds, all was good. It came back a few days later and nothing would help. Come to find out, by process of illimination and a doctor visit, I have taken after my daddy and have a good dose of seasonal allergies. So basically, from February to just a few days ago I have been plugged up and all the good stuff that goes along with it. I managed to sneeze literally 12 times in class the other day and people around me gave me the weirdest looks. Whatever. I know a million people have allergies, so it's nothing new, but to me it is, so I gladly join you. right.

Apparently, I have more that a seasonal allergy now. I think I am allergic to my dog. Oh how I love her. I finally have an appt with an allergist next week so we will see if my prediction is true. Why do I think this...hmmm... Saturday night, before Easter, I was simply sitting on the couch watching a movie when my upper left arm turned bright red, splotchy, hot, and terribly itchy. By the time I went to bed and 3:30am rolled around (still awake, mind you), my entire body was covered in this rash. I took 2 showers for relief but none came. When Sunday morn had come it had disappeard and I was like, "what?". I was fine all day until around 4pm at my sister-in-laws house. I felt that burn and both of my arms were on fire. I came home, showered for the 4th time that day and slept for a few hours. It went away again. Dumb. Over the next few days it would pop up slightly every now and then, but nothing major. Hallelujah I was in the clear! Wrong. Last night I was finishing up my 4th paper for school when my arm started itching. I took a shower and by the time I got into bed my body was enflamed. Worse than ever. The rash covered my arms, backs, neck, and was working up my face. My loving and caring husband went to Longs at 11pm to get me some cortozone cream. I took another shower, applied the cream and I was in Heaven. Within, oh 20 minutes or so, it all came back again, even worse. Raised bumps added to the redness, I was violently scratching my back with a pen... there was no relief. We headed to Stockton's finest ER. And there we sat, hours upon hours. When my rash had gone down (Of course!) and was clearing up, we finally saw the doctor and he believed me despite the lack of evidence. I popped some pills to take care of my "anaphalactic reaction" and he sent me on my way. Absolutely starving at this point (cux it's 3:30am, who wouldn't be hungry) we stopped and got a few tacos and finally called it a night. I have felt great ever since. So pleasant. I hope it's not our dog, but she is the most common thread in all of this. Rascal.