So at the beginning of the week, I took the bull by the horns and thought it would be a great idea to start riding my spinning bike after work each day. My tailbone is opposed to this new idea and has made it difficult to sit, much less spin, but I've made it three days!
David and I created a list of rules regarding our NC State fair visit before we went on my birthday a week and a half ago. We both thought long and hard about what these should entail. Here are a just a few of these gems:
Rule #42 - The five second rule does not apply
Rule #23 - Two laps around the free hush puppies
Rule #58 - No matter how hot it is, do not give up your seat at the Pig Races
Rule #12 - Be thankful for showers, since many fairgoers clearly did not take one
Rule #1 - There are no calories at the fair
Rule #1 is wrong, as evidenced by me and the spinning bike, by the way.
Someone really needs to buy our house (www.960cinnamondrive.com) and here are the reasons why:
I am tired of cleaning every day. I don't know where any of my stuff is. I kill plants and I need to have living plants at a house-for-sale. My kitchen is inadequate for my cooking desires. These desires include, but are not limited to, not getting on my hands and knees to stick my head in a cabinet just to find a lid. Not having a step stool so I can reach anything above the first shelf. A step stool does not say "I'm staged, please buy me." The house thing weighs heavily on me and David, and likely the dog too. I just want to live in a grownup house with a garage and a deck and double sinks in the master bathroom. I need to appreciate what we have, because it's great. But I think back to a kitchen with two ovens and I get all anxious again.
There will be no smoked meat this weekend. There will be pinestraw thrown and placed about on Pinebark Court.
Today is swimming and basketball and all at the same time. Picture that icon with the head spinning around and that will be me later on today. For now, I am extracting heat from the heater under my desk and preparing to tackle the downstairs portion of my day. The good news is that I am stocked with Diet Dr Pepper and Sprite Zero. Must plan ahead for these types of days.
Today is also a day that will be challenging for several coworkers. One of them actually had to buy a dress suit and new shoes for the day. She knows who she is and I hope that the end of the day brings some peace and closure to all of us. Go Heels!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
THANK YOU DRIVER'S LICENSE OFFICE LADY
Thank you for giving me a driver's license and for making it one of those 8 year deals so that this stressor in my life doesn't have to happen again for a long time.
Thank you for encouraging me to push my entire head against the vision and sign test thingy so that I could actually see letters lest you think I was blind. I appreciate you telling me not to yell out the regulatory and warning signs, but just to read what they say. Me yelling was supposed to indicate that I am an awesome driver.
I am relieved that I actually had the exact $32 in cash so as to pay you for this service, since you would not take my check with my maiden name. I can't get new checks without a driver's license with my married name. Seems ironic. Especially since I had to fork over my $2 bill that I had been keeping in my wallet for years for good luck. I laughed a little when I wished you good luck, especially after you mentioned that $2 bills are bad luck. Oops. Maybe that's been my problem this entire time?
Thanks for putting my lighthouse back on my license and again making me an organ donor. I was still nervous when I responded that I wasn't sure if anyone wanted my organs but they would be available if needed. I hope that isn't bad karma, but I am proud to have a little heart on my license.
I hope that you relieved the fears of the Dad who brought a new driver into the office. A woman in front of him remarked that he must be excited for her. He replied that he was mortified. Good luck with that.
It weirded me out a little when the computer camera supposedly broke when I was sitting in the chair, cheesing in front of 16 of my closest Carrboro friends. But hopefully there is a shot of me smiling, and not looking stoned like my last picture. That was a horrible picture. And I wasn't stoned.
But mostly thanks for not failing me, for whatever reason. I was already illegally driving and it was a big concern of mine. The legal train rides again.
Thank you for encouraging me to push my entire head against the vision and sign test thingy so that I could actually see letters lest you think I was blind. I appreciate you telling me not to yell out the regulatory and warning signs, but just to read what they say. Me yelling was supposed to indicate that I am an awesome driver.
I am relieved that I actually had the exact $32 in cash so as to pay you for this service, since you would not take my check with my maiden name. I can't get new checks without a driver's license with my married name. Seems ironic. Especially since I had to fork over my $2 bill that I had been keeping in my wallet for years for good luck. I laughed a little when I wished you good luck, especially after you mentioned that $2 bills are bad luck. Oops. Maybe that's been my problem this entire time?
Thanks for putting my lighthouse back on my license and again making me an organ donor. I was still nervous when I responded that I wasn't sure if anyone wanted my organs but they would be available if needed. I hope that isn't bad karma, but I am proud to have a little heart on my license.
I hope that you relieved the fears of the Dad who brought a new driver into the office. A woman in front of him remarked that he must be excited for her. He replied that he was mortified. Good luck with that.
It weirded me out a little when the computer camera supposedly broke when I was sitting in the chair, cheesing in front of 16 of my closest Carrboro friends. But hopefully there is a shot of me smiling, and not looking stoned like my last picture. That was a horrible picture. And I wasn't stoned.
But mostly thanks for not failing me, for whatever reason. I was already illegally driving and it was a big concern of mine. The legal train rides again.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
THIS AND THAT
1. Work is getting busier, which means I have dreams about the museum and of the pool. Yay. Glad to have a job to dream about.
2. My driver's license expired on my birthday and I can't find any of the documents I need to get it renewed. I am officially illegal. Of course it makes sense that I have been surrounded by cops with their lights on since that time. I'm now no longer dreaming of the pool, but of jail.
3. I started back on my spinning bike yesterday. It hurts to sit down. Totally worth it though when I start sweating to "Turn My Swag On."
4. We let Gracie (the cocker) go spend the weekend at Camp Grandpa. If that 48 hours was any indication of how parenthood would be, I don't anticipate our kids going on any overnights until I am in a nursing home. We enticed Grandpa to bring her back early with some pork. Dang I missed that puppy.
5. Gracie does not like cats. Or deer. She does like paperclips, pork and potato chips. She will jump on you for beer. I'm going to make a great Mommy someday.
6. I want a kitchen with double ovens. I don't bake desserts or really much of anything except things with cheese that need browning or the occasional potato/asparagus on a pan. Can you imagine two dishes with cheese at the same time?? That can only be described as awesome.
7. The people across the street have a rooster. They better be glad it doesn't wake me up.
8. My box of California Raisins came from Arkansas. What?
9. I like trashy, crappy television shows, including but not limited to: The Real Housewives of New Jersey, Jersey Shore, and their reunion shows. I sense a theme here.
10. I love that Dos Equis guy - I mean who wouldn't want to go to bed and have their pillow ALWAYS cold?
2. My driver's license expired on my birthday and I can't find any of the documents I need to get it renewed. I am officially illegal. Of course it makes sense that I have been surrounded by cops with their lights on since that time. I'm now no longer dreaming of the pool, but of jail.
3. I started back on my spinning bike yesterday. It hurts to sit down. Totally worth it though when I start sweating to "Turn My Swag On."
4. We let Gracie (the cocker) go spend the weekend at Camp Grandpa. If that 48 hours was any indication of how parenthood would be, I don't anticipate our kids going on any overnights until I am in a nursing home. We enticed Grandpa to bring her back early with some pork. Dang I missed that puppy.
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5. Gracie does not like cats. Or deer. She does like paperclips, pork and potato chips. She will jump on you for beer. I'm going to make a great Mommy someday.
6. I want a kitchen with double ovens. I don't bake desserts or really much of anything except things with cheese that need browning or the occasional potato/asparagus on a pan. Can you imagine two dishes with cheese at the same time?? That can only be described as awesome.
7. The people across the street have a rooster. They better be glad it doesn't wake me up.
8. My box of California Raisins came from Arkansas. What?
9. I like trashy, crappy television shows, including but not limited to: The Real Housewives of New Jersey, Jersey Shore, and their reunion shows. I sense a theme here.
10. I love that Dos Equis guy - I mean who wouldn't want to go to bed and have their pillow ALWAYS cold?
PORK
David loves to grill, possibly even more than I love tacos. He has recently devoted his weekends to smoking some type of meat and this past weekend was no different. Glad we have friends and family we can talk into coming over to eat. So. Much. Pork.
Friday, October 21, 2011
MORNING COMMUTE
Like many of the other lucky people to live in Durham and work in Chapel Hill, my commute in the mornings involves Highway 54 and ranges from 15-20 minutes barring any accidents. I've driven the same way for over 6 years. (please fix the potholes on Bowles Drive)
It seems like every day I have commute friends, people who travel the same roads, going the seemingly same direction at the same time as I do. These people are recognizable by their license plates, the stickers on their car or just the general randomness of the color of their vehicle. This morning, I got to see my 1SHADDAI friend, who has a souped up Jeep with Little Gym stickers. I got stuck behind that one on the exit ramp to 54. Yesterday, I remember seeing the GOZIPS car, complete with their Akron University sticker (these people actually live in my neighborhood). Then there is the Pilot with those stupid little people stickers, that indicate how many people and pets are in their family. I think those stickers suck. She drives pretty damn fast too, so I guess she's always late like me. Either way, it makes me wonder if they have their own commute friends or if I am just weird and insanely bored enough on my ride into Chapel Hill that I stare at other people's cars.
Then, of course, there is my morning radio station. Which really turns into my whole-day radio station, given my laziness to change the station. This results in me listening to Adele's Someone Like You about 10 times per day. But since G105 doesn't play music in the morning, I get to listen to "Bob and the Showgram." Bob is apparently an a$$hole who runs people off the show, but he makes me laugh. Kentucky Kristin has skipped town and the new girl just doesn't really do it for me. I can deal with that, but then they got rid of Weird Creepy Jon and that bothers me for some stupid reason. The oddest part about it is that I don't know these people. I don't know what they look like. I am sure that we wouldn't hang out if we met, because they seem pretty backward. But somehow they are a solid 15 minutes of my day.
I think tomorrow I'll take a different route to work and change the station, start my day off all crazy like that.
It seems like every day I have commute friends, people who travel the same roads, going the seemingly same direction at the same time as I do. These people are recognizable by their license plates, the stickers on their car or just the general randomness of the color of their vehicle. This morning, I got to see my 1SHADDAI friend, who has a souped up Jeep with Little Gym stickers. I got stuck behind that one on the exit ramp to 54. Yesterday, I remember seeing the GOZIPS car, complete with their Akron University sticker (these people actually live in my neighborhood). Then there is the Pilot with those stupid little people stickers, that indicate how many people and pets are in their family. I think those stickers suck. She drives pretty damn fast too, so I guess she's always late like me. Either way, it makes me wonder if they have their own commute friends or if I am just weird and insanely bored enough on my ride into Chapel Hill that I stare at other people's cars.
Then, of course, there is my morning radio station. Which really turns into my whole-day radio station, given my laziness to change the station. This results in me listening to Adele's Someone Like You about 10 times per day. But since G105 doesn't play music in the morning, I get to listen to "Bob and the Showgram." Bob is apparently an a$$hole who runs people off the show, but he makes me laugh. Kentucky Kristin has skipped town and the new girl just doesn't really do it for me. I can deal with that, but then they got rid of Weird Creepy Jon and that bothers me for some stupid reason. The oddest part about it is that I don't know these people. I don't know what they look like. I am sure that we wouldn't hang out if we met, because they seem pretty backward. But somehow they are a solid 15 minutes of my day.
I think tomorrow I'll take a different route to work and change the station, start my day off all crazy like that.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
First Time at this Rodeo...
We got married in May and it was the most wonderful day of my life, and that was before we even GOT to the Dominican Republic. I can't think of a more amazing way to spend our first trip out of the country than having food and drink brought to us 24/7 in a cabana by the ocean.
But then we came back to Durham. Since then, we've put our house on the market (please buy it), smoked many meats on the grill and attacked life as best we can as a family. Last weekend, we took in the NC State Fair and all the gluttony that it brings (nothing says birthday like roasted corn). This weekend, David is amped to smoke a pork butt. A man and his grill. I am excited.
Did you know there was something called the Smokenator 1000? Yeah, me neither.
I always wondered what the point was of posting things about your life on the internet and, I still sometimes don't get it (hold on, let me go check my FB news feed for the 24th time since this morning). Except then I started thinking that I want to remember all those "cherished moments of our lives." And maybe someday we can go back in time and laugh about those good ole days. With that said, here goes my first blog ever and of the Perry household!
But then we came back to Durham. Since then, we've put our house on the market (please buy it), smoked many meats on the grill and attacked life as best we can as a family. Last weekend, we took in the NC State Fair and all the gluttony that it brings (nothing says birthday like roasted corn). This weekend, David is amped to smoke a pork butt. A man and his grill. I am excited.
Did you know there was something called the Smokenator 1000? Yeah, me neither.
I always wondered what the point was of posting things about your life on the internet and, I still sometimes don't get it (hold on, let me go check my FB news feed for the 24th time since this morning). Except then I started thinking that I want to remember all those "cherished moments of our lives." And maybe someday we can go back in time and laugh about those good ole days. With that said, here goes my first blog ever and of the Perry household!
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