Thursday, February 25, 2010

Shreddage.

I am going to the mountains tomorrow.

Where?

I'll tell you where.  Someplace warm.  A place where the beer flows like wine.  Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano.  I'm talking about a little place called...anybody??

The last time I thought it was a good idea to put slippery things on my feet and slide down the snow was when I was8 years old.

Pray for me.

Pray for my tailbone.

Pray for my husband for the times I flip out and scream at him to get me off of this mountain NOWWWWUH!

But seriously, I am going to Shaun White that mountain.

Ok now I'm being serious because, let's be honest,  Shaun White does'nt spend the majority of the time on his butt.

I'm excited to get away with our friends.  To play in the snow (this is where my northern friends start to gag as they are so sick of snow they could jab their eyes out). To be away from work.  To detatch from life a little.  And needless to say, I am taking off from the blogorama for a few days.

Have a good weekend!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

How to keep your Nalgene from slicing your fingers open

Back in January, I decided I need to drink more water, so on a random trip to Whole Earth Provision Co., I picked up a new shmancy Nalgene bottle.  I developed a severe love for it, and bought another one this weekend.  Every morning before work, I fill it up, and then I try to carry it with 2 fingers and slice them into pieces.

For Christmas, Dan sent DC his Nalgene back home, and it has this really amazing magical comfortable accessory that keeps DC from shredding his fingers.

I asked him to put the same thing on my bottles.


You need a Nalgene bottle (you can get them here, here,  or just about anywhere that sells outdoor, fitness, or camping gear), a lighter, a sharp knife, and a 9 or 10mm climbing rope.  Again, you can get this at most outdoor places (like REI) and buy it by the foot.  Very cheap.



Take the lid off of the bottle and measure your rope against the "handle" piece

 

Cut the rope down to the length that you measured
 

Pull the white cords out of the sheath


 Then burn both ends of the rope with your lighter
 

Bend the round part of the lid (the piece that goes around the bottle) and thread it through the rope.  With a 9 or 10mm rope, this should be fairly easy.  Anything smaller than that (like the one we used because it matched my bottles...what?!) is a bit of a struggle.  Once it is all the way through, reattach the lid to your bottle


 and carry it to work without looking like you did a handstand on shards of glass.  Then drink a lot of water because I know you don't drink enough.


Monday, February 22, 2010

Ode to Tree

I lied.  There isn't an ode.  But I was obsessed with one tree when we rode our bikes to the bayou on Valentine's Day.



Houston redeems itself with gorgeous weather after weeks of acting like me trying to make a decision.


Flood!  No tundra!  No flood!  No tsunami!  No sunshine!  Yes.  Sunshine.



And the tree.






And then Houston got all moody like it does and sent a hurricane to plow through and try to whip me off of my bike on the way home.  DC almost blew over, so he was sure I would be on the ground when he turned around.  But I rode that bronco all the way home.  He was impressed.  Now if I can just master snowboarding...

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Swap the Love



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I hopped on the Love Swap Train over at Katie's blog, and let me tell you something.  My new girl crush is my swap partner, Ashley.


This girl did her research.


And she sent me this:



I am in love.


May I point out the best part of this basket (other than the basket which I love)



Seriously.


The timing couldn't be more perfect either- girl scout cookies came in yesterday, so DC should be distracted by those long enough for me to hide this basket.


The unbelievably obese girl inside of me is doing herkies over this basket.


A huge thank you to my girl, Ashley.


Check out her blog and see how far she has come on her weight loss.  SO proud of her!!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Life with a Cyclist (and a little game of count the bikes)

I have been thinking that since we sold some furniture, I need to get a desk and get my space set up before DC takes over the entire study...

Too late?



I mentioned that DC and his team got 2nd in a 12 hour race a couple weekends ago.

This is the bike room since he got back.

Oh wait...


We added another one this weekend

Thus is life with an extremely talented cyclist.

I honestly didn't mind it.  My Valentine's Day was so great, that I couldn't care about something so petty.  Breakfast at Central Market, fantastic discussion at church, bike ride to the bayou/dog park with camera and wine, and a movie to end the day.  No heart shaped gifts, no balloons, no candy, no triple-times-the-price flowers...just us.  Perfect. Day.

But he cleaned up the room super fast yesterday too...and now there is room for my desk!  Once I find one I like.

I am so picky about that sort of thing.

You don't care.

Let's play count the bikes.  Or find the red bike.  Or who wants to buy some bikes?

Monday Morning Coffee...

and missing my brothers

Friday, February 12, 2010

2.14

On Sunday, Valentine's Day, the alarm for church will go off, and I will try with every puny muscle in my body to hold on to DC so we don't have to get out of bed.  Partially because, being the human furnace that he is, if he gets up, I will freeze.  Mostly because those lazy morning moments are my favorite.  But he'll wrestle out of my grip and get up.  To start my coffee.  I married the right man.

I'll wait until I hear the coffee pot beep, and I will shuffle through our freezing apartment with my sheep slippers on.  He'll be on the couch watching cartoons and I'll smile at his hair.  Must have been a crazy journey he had last night.  (DC moves around so much at night, I am convinced he is Frodo Baggins mixed with a sumo wrestler mixed with a 3rd grade A.D.D. kid who just found mom's candy jar, in his dreams).  I'll plop down next to him, coffee in hand, head on his lap, and there won't be a single place I'd rather be than there.

We'll go to church and he will graciously sit on the front row with me in our class with 80 other newlywed couples, and just like every single week, I'll look around, and then I'll stare at him the way Nanny, my grandma, blatantly stares at strangers, flashing back to the first Valentine's Day that Devin was in my life:

DC and I had just "re-met" each other about 2 weeks prior in College Station, Texas.  On this February 14th, my dad had just had a pretty intense foot surgery and I spent the night in the hospital with him (talk about the best commute ever.  Wake up, shower, walk downstairs to work).  DC sent me a message that said something like, "Oh, dude, forgot...Happy Valentine's Day".  Swoon.  He so wanted me.

Then the 2nd Valentine's Day that I sat at my parents' kitchen table with the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen on my finger eating $.50 filet mignon (that's 50 cents, not 50 dollars.  the funds were limited, mkay?  see debt post.  no have, no spend) and being scared out of my ever loving mind that I would be standing at the altar promising my life to this man in less than 2 months.  I could tell he wasn't so concerned as he hoovered that steak without taking a single breath.

and I will smile and thank my generous God for giving the ever-so-undeserving me the best man in that room.

Hands down.  No contest.

He provides for me in a way I never ever thought a man would.

He protects me.  He protects my heart.

He genuinely cares about the things I want. But more about the things I need. Even if he doesn't understand.

He thinks I could do anything.  He really does think that.  And he is teaching me to think that.  And I am so grateful for that alone.  That he has taught me how to love me without reservation.

He constantly tries to understand me more.  So he can give me more.

And this man loves me so that it consumes the full capacity of my heart.

I can't say I am the luckiest girl in the world.  Because luck has nothing to do with it.  God gave him to me, and I will hold that concept in my hands and my heart so gingerly until the day I die.  And I hope someday I will be able to wrap my head around why God did that for me.  Maybe he'll never show me.  So today and the days to come, I will just get on my knees and thank Him for making Devin my hero.

We'll come home from church and enjoy our Sunday, just like any other Sunday; full of rest, cooking, laughter, being outside and naps.  And we'll start another week.  Another day.  Every day is new and different.  And every day we grow together.  Get more used to each other.  Care less about the little things that used to drive us crazy.

Love does that to you.  It makes you care less about the things.

On that gorgeous April day, I started the most difficult part of my entire life.  Marriage has been hard.  And it has been painful.  And changed me in every way I needed to be changed.  It still is.

I love Devin Michael with my entire being.  I fall asleep wondering how much more I could love this man, and I wake up speechless at how much more I do.

He has enchanted my heart.  And I like it.

Happy Valentine's Day

Dear Houston


You disgust me with this constant rain.

If I have to do my run on a treadmill one more time...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Something to Check Out

Caitlin has a blog that I read daily.  Actually she has two.  I'll get to the other.  She blogs and writes for a living and gets to exercise as much as I dream I could if I had the time.  I am jealous of this life.  If you mixed her job and Abbey's job to make my life slash job, I would be in heaven.  I think the first day I found Healthy Tipping Point, Caitlin had wedged her road bike into the back seat of her car.  I thought that was so cool and rebelious-like since I think my husband would shun me if I did a thing like that.  If I had a road bike.  Then again I wouldn't have to wedge mine in a car to get a chain ring fixed.  I married a bike mechanic (actually an engineer by day...but if he could, he would own a bike/running shop with a fit studio and bike storage in the hill country.  Or Colorado.  This store also makes badass sandwiches with a coffee/smoothie/wine and beer bar and the book store would be upstairs with a nap area.  I will be in charge of running, coffee, books, wine, and napping.  We have big dreams, people.  Also, I would ride my scooter to said store.  DC would ride a bicycle.  We would race and he would typically win every time as this store will be 1/4 mile downhill from our house.  I just made that part of our dream up, but I don't think he'll object.  Holy crap what was I originally going to write about and why am I still in parenthesis)?

Oh right...I was getting to Caitlin's other...writer's block...her initiative to end fat talk.  There it is.  Caitlin is the founder of www.operationbeautiful.com and I love the way she is spreading the word.  Check out how it works and do some encouraging yourself.  It's pretty fun.  At first you might feel a little creepy leaving notes for strangers, but I guarantee if you were one of those strangers to find one of the notes, it would make your day.  I am not making sense today.  Check out the website.  Get involved.  End fat talk.

And!  Happy Birthday Kstan!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Let's Talk About Debt, Baby

I started writing this and deleted the entire thing.  I was a little bit iffy about how the message would come across.  Then I was all "Pfffff I got nothin to say then" and then this lady came in my office with a sheet of paper that said, "Get out of Debt" and then I was all, "It's my blog, I can write whatever I want" slash "You're funny, God".

So here we are, and I'll try to keep this pretty plain Jane.  Really, I see so many of our friends in so much financial bondage, and hopefully I can offer a little insight and some things that DC and I do that help that will not cause you to feel like you are a pilgrim.  Most of all, I really just want to write it so I can look back later and see how we started out...so, you no likey, you no read-y.

DC and I will officially be out of debt next month.  While we're excited, it's not exactly the greatest feat in history. I came back to edit this because yes, it IS a huge feat.  We have stayed out of other debt unlike most newlyweds and I am proud of that. The extent of our debt consists of a car payment and a large purchase we made in August, and both will be paid off at the first of March.  We will welcome that extra money with open arms.  And then we will hug it and kiss it and throw it into our savings account.

Ok so that is the first thing.  We have a savings account.  I am baffled at how many people I know who do not have a savings account.  If you do not have one, get one.  Every pay period, I take 15% of our paychecks and put that amount in there.  We never ever touch it.  Ever.  If the perfect scooter came along and DC said I could get it but we needed that money, the scooter would have to keep scootin' by...also my husband wouldn't ever say yes, so, bad example.  Anyway, if you even put $10 in there every paycheck and never touch it, it will add up so fast.  Start small.  Bank of America has a Keep the Change account that I have been enrolled in for a couple of years.  I have effortlessly put away $900 using that.  Easy cheesy.

We tithe 10% of our income to our church.  Some of you don't have the same beliefs and this may not apply, but for most Christians with a home church, this is something we are told to do in the Bible.  DC and I completely  realize that the reason we have well-paying jobs and a solid income is because God decided to bless us with that, and all he asks for is 10% of what we get.  So, I set up an online account with our church because I had trouble keeping track of it.  We never miss that money, we never ever go without, and we know God is doing tremendous things with it.  And if God decides to take our jobs from us and we both have to work 9 part time jobs to make ends meet, we will still give 10%.  In the Bible there was a woman who only had 2 pennies and that is what she gave.  He totally gets that.

If you think there's no way you can do that, read Sarah's post.  It's not about tithing, but it gets the point across- if you make a commitment, there are ways to do it.

I have posted before about prepping food on Sundays to prevent wasting so much good produce.  Actually it was more about making it easily edible and having healthy snacks handy.  After a few months of doing this, I was still seeing huge grocery bills (it takes a lot of food to feed a man who does 12 hour mountain bike races) and we were still throwing stuff away.  So about 3 months ago, I started planning our meals for the week, and y'all, we have cut our grocery bills in half.  I have a worksheet (did I just say worksheet?  Hello 3rd grade) that I write out the planned dinners on, and it has a section for a grocery list.  I stick to that list and I get nothing else.  (Wait, if DC comes with me, we usually end up with about 5 extra things, but I try to limit him).  I typically cook 3 meals per week, and we eat leftovers 2-3 nights.  That leaves us 1-2 nights to eat whatever we want (like, not a planned meal) or maybe go out.  If we find something we know we use a lot of and it is on sale, we will buy multiples and freeze/keep them.

We also did some research about storing produce.  There are tons of websites about how each type of produce is stored best (i.e. bell peppers keep longer in a paper bag in a drawer, berries keep well in glass jars with a screwed on lid).

Last thing for groceries...I clip coupons as much as I can.  We don't get the paper, but I buy one every weekend and get the coupons out of there.  Plus I am signed up for an email that sends them out weekly.  They help.  Not for produce, but they help for other things.  So, it's not like I am taking extra food from work meetings and bringing it home for dinner, or saving ketchup packets, or pulling 3 ply TP apart to make 3 rolls...none of that hubbub; it's just simple stuff.

DC and I both work with people who eat out every day for lunch.  I do not comprehend this.  The cheapest meal I have ever had anywhere in walking distance of the hospital I work at was $7.00.  $35 a week.  $140 a month.  $1680 a year on lunch!!  Frig!  We bring our lunches to work.  We bring leftovers or sandwiches...whatever we want.  Not only does it save almost 4 grand a year, but it is also fantastic portion/nutrition control.  Eat only what you bring.  Done deal.

Next...we do not have internet.  Unfathomable, right?  We decided when we got married that 1. internet is dang expensive and 2. why would we want to be home on the computer in the evening when we just spent all day at work on the computer?  So, we save something crazy like $70 a month by walking to our apartment clubhouse with our laptop for free internet instead of having it at home.

We naturally like to do things outside that are usually free.  It keeps us active.

Don't spend money you don't have.  The car payment we have stems from me buying a car when I was single.  And I could afford to do that.  If I were still single, I still wouldn't be in debt other than that because I only spend what I have (not including my savings.  Me no touchy).  The huge purchase we made was for safety and health reasons (people who know what it is might laugh but it's true!!), and we knew we could do it.  You will never hear me say, "I'll worry about it later".  I just don't want something bad enough to lose sleep over how I am going to pay for it.

But here's the thing.  We still eat out.  We go out, we have drinks, we definitely shop, we have car issues, we have random expenses we didn't expect, we go on vacations, and all of the little efforts seem to help with that.

It's a habit and it's a commitment

I like to start my day


with some hot breakfast.

DC and his team got 2nd place in a 12 hour mountain bike race this weekend.

If that doesn't make you feel lazy, I don't know what will.

Photo by bobcat13

Monday, February 8, 2010

Monday shows himself through a coworker

Lady I work with: [while patting her stomach] You.  You, uh, you got something?

Me: Pardon?

LIWW: You got something to say?  You pregnant?

Me: Um. No.  I am not.

LIWW: Oh!  [giggle giggle giggle] Just checking because it just sort of looks like you are [giggle giggle giggle]

And then I quit my job and ripped all of my hair out.

While I am used to this sort of comment from the 94 billion mothers I have here at work who rarely think about what they are saying to me, this particular person is was seemingly sane enough to know that this is probably not an appropriate thing to say.  I only wish I could write her off as a senile old lady with no filter!

But I do find it funny that as I am reading a book about insecurity, I get this extremely far-fetched crap from someone I think so highly of.  Kiss my grits, lady.

If you are a female, you need to get this book.  It will change your world, I promise.

** I am not fishing for compliments here.  Just, like, think before you say something.  Or something.  And get the book.  Those are my points.**

Monday, we meet again

Monday morning coffee in the perfect flashback mug

and

A little game of find the bike for the A&M cycling fellas

Friday, February 5, 2010

Happy Weekend

DC is off to race  a 12 hour race with some friends this weekend.  Yeah, I opted out of that, and I think that is very well understood.

My mom, Lu, is on her way down and we'll be up to no good.

Looking forward to some me time tomorrow afternoon and Sunday (unless someone wants to hang out)

Not that I'll be alone in case you're some creepster who is going to try to break into my apartment and kidnap me tomorrow night.  In that case, we have dogs and wolves and I have a mean judo.  And a revolver.

Happy Weekend.  I hope Monday takes his time.

My dream has not died.

You would think that my silence about my chubbiest-cloud-above-my-head (think thought bubble) dream would mean that I had given up.  I am here to assure you, friends, that this dream has not died.

There will be a day when I will own one.

There will be a day when I will zip around this city in and out of texters while drivers, and as I pass I will flip their side-view mirrors to scare them (sort of like when Eric did it Hanzel and Gretel style to get home from the bars).  I won't really do this, I just wanted to make fun of Eric.

There will be a day when people will say oh look how cute you are with the thing and the matching and the cuteness

There will be a day when friends ask me for a ride, just so they can quote Dumb and Dumber

And, I hope, there will be a day when DC will say, "Ok".

Oh glorious day.



Slow down super excellent picture of extremely talented motorized vehicle operator!

DC has some logical reasons for not getting me a scooter that I do not understand.  Like, why would he tell me the other night to take flying lessons with our helicopter pilot friend, but I cannot put around town on this?  I do not know.

In my plea for a scooter, I present Exhibit A (irrelevant side note: I don't have any other exhibits)


Slow down super excellent picture of me driving a go-cart my grandpa made for us SLASH super cute picture of baby brother in jammer pants looking scared for his life!

That thing went so fast.  At least for a kid.  So if Papa let me do that, I know that, if he was here, he would fully support my scooter desires. He might have even built me one himself.  Just saying.

(This is where my cousin Michelle should NOT comment about the time I threw her off of this thing)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

It is all math and science.

Me: Did you just eat two cupcakes?

DC: MMM-MMM-MMMMMM-MMM (His attempt at "Yes and I'm not here to be judged" while his mouth was full)

Me: Ok, that ONE that is left...that is mine.  You have eaten every cupcake.

DC: No, I took 8 to work.  And you took 4 to work AND! YOU HAD ONE!

Me: Ok, I had one.  On my birthday.  Without icing.  Now, if I took 4 and you took 8 and there is one left, that means you have eaten 15 cupcakes.  In one week.

DC: I am gonna be blogged about tomorrow aren't I?

Studies show that eating all of a particularly fun/exciting/diffferent food is the #1 way to anger your significant other.  By studies I mean mostly looking at my marriage and Kstan and Will's relationship.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

New Home

Blog life has been busy for the past 24 hours.

I bought an ad on Meg’s website for her trip to Africa

and Frett Farnell worked his tail off to get this new design going

but it is still a work in progress, and I promise it has GREAT things to come.

I hope you'll stick around.

Read some archives, see how much of a mess I am, leave some comments.  Shwatev.

MOVING DAY!!!

You guys.
Cross it off my list.
Today is moving day!!!

From now until forever, you can find me at here

It is still a work in progress, and it has fantastic things to come.

Thank you to Frett Farnell! He did / is doing an amazing job.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Our Birthday Cake

cupcake ed

in the case ed

 wrapper ed

Yum.

After eating out at 4 fabulous places last week, and tons of free dessert and cupcakes and work celebrations, we’re ready for a full body cleanse.  No lie.

Birthday week is delicious.

I got this from Aleta forever ago.  But Meg made them cupcakes too.