A rash. Yes, I got a rash for my birthday. I finally go see a dermatologist to try to get rid of the little red bumps on my forehead and instead of a clear face, I get a sensitivity reaction a week later (yesterday) that leaves my face red, blotchy and itchy/burny. Happy freakin birthday to me. :P
Oh well, it's getting better and now there is more proof (since no one seems to really believe me when I tell them) that I have sensitive skin. Maybe the docs will be more gentle next time.
Anyhoo, that's the only bad news for my birthday week and I plan for it to stay that way. I had a nice time in the mountains with friends on Saturday; had a few friends over for a "meeting" on Sunday night. I'm finally getting settled into my new home, well at least the main floor is liveable now and I still have a few more days of mellow activity levels to get more cleaning and unpacking done. I'm having a few girlfriends over for dinner and egg dying tomorrow night. And I figured out how to talk with my boyfriend, who is out of town with a bad cell signal.
Tuesday is a way better day than Monday was and Wednesday should be even better.
Here I come 32! Rash and all!
Race cars at 13,000ft
My attempt at being a "photographer" at the 2009 International Pikes Peak Hill Climb.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
It's been a while...
It's been ages since I posted here and I was thinking it was time to do a little posting.
Now... what to say... hmmm...
Seriously, though, tons of stuff has happened since my last post and I'm not sure where to start. I met a boy. I joined his family for Christmas. I moved in with said boy. And during all that, I became a board member of my local chapter and state for the Jaycees. I became program manager for a really exciting program (OYawards!). Did I mention I moved?! I went cross-country skiing for the first time in years... and LOVED it! Unfortunately now I'm sick of winter and just want to hike. But you never know what the weekend will bring... Winter Park, here I come! :D
So yeah, the last 6 months have been pretty busy. But I've got to say, I'm happy. I'm finding my balance again and getting settled into a new home (did I mention it's a house! A real, full sized, house!). I'm working on figuring out commuting again. I'm working on figuring out how to see my girl friends and my boyfriend and still do all the things I've committed to doing. That is an intersting challenge. AND I have a workout buddy, at least for twice a week. With spring coming, I think I'll start having more workout time with the girls on the weekends. Hiking here I come!!
So to sum up, life is good. A tad bit in transition, with always more changes and aspirations of change on the horizon, but good, very good.
I'll attempt to write here more often in the future. But don't hate me if I don't succeed right away.
Until next time... adieu!
Now... what to say... hmmm...
Seriously, though, tons of stuff has happened since my last post and I'm not sure where to start. I met a boy. I joined his family for Christmas. I moved in with said boy. And during all that, I became a board member of my local chapter and state for the Jaycees. I became program manager for a really exciting program (OYawards!). Did I mention I moved?! I went cross-country skiing for the first time in years... and LOVED it! Unfortunately now I'm sick of winter and just want to hike. But you never know what the weekend will bring... Winter Park, here I come! :D
So yeah, the last 6 months have been pretty busy. But I've got to say, I'm happy. I'm finding my balance again and getting settled into a new home (did I mention it's a house! A real, full sized, house!). I'm working on figuring out commuting again. I'm working on figuring out how to see my girl friends and my boyfriend and still do all the things I've committed to doing. That is an intersting challenge. AND I have a workout buddy, at least for twice a week. With spring coming, I think I'll start having more workout time with the girls on the weekends. Hiking here I come!!
So to sum up, life is good. A tad bit in transition, with always more changes and aspirations of change on the horizon, but good, very good.
I'll attempt to write here more often in the future. But don't hate me if I don't succeed right away.
Until next time... adieu!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday night
Hi! I'm back! And I'm going to tell you about my friday night because it was... curious. So-
It's Friday night. I've had a early work day that ended up really long and really, really busy but I have fun plans for the evening. Some friends and I are planning to see one of my favorite local bands- The Hollyfelds. (I kind of have a little crush on one of the band members too, so I'm hoping to get to chat with him.) So I make it home from work in record time and take a LONG hot shower. It's still not too late so I do the works- makeup, straightened my hair, just get cuted-up for a night out. I then head over to Amy's and we walk up to Pasquini's, a fantastic sort of pizza place in town. We are just sitting down at our table when across the patio this couple stands up and the guy yells "Mary Ann and George!" (or some names like that). Next thing we know a group from a table all the way across the patio is up on their feet practically running to this couple. People are hugging and crying like they haven't seen each other in 30 years! And the whole restaurant is witnessing this. Amy looks at me and swears that we are on Candid Camera as she looks around the restaurant and shakes her head.
Just as the two groups are getting settled at one table, another table in the middle of the patio starts singing. Yes, I said singing. The guys at the table start singing a cappela like a barbershop quartet. Out of the blue! We look over at a table of girls next to us and the girls give us this baffled look. "We're starting to get scared. This is so strange!", they say. By this time I have decided to settle in and enjoy the show and I look around to see what's going to happen next. "Maybe the kids next to us will start a dance line?", I say to Amy. She shakes her head again and looks at the wine list.
We order and enjoy some fantastic pizza with only one more outburst from the singing table- at least two songs just before they left. Oddly they were just singing for themselves, entertaining the people at their table and themselves. They were actually quite good. It was rather lovely dinner music.
After dinner we walk back to Amy's to freshen up before the concert. Oh and on the way we got to be the idiots that ran across the street at the crosswalk because we were paying more attention to the crosswalk button than the fact that the white man was saying walk. Beautiful. I'm sure we just looked beautiful running across Colfax in our flipflops.
The walk over to Bender's Tavern was relatively uneventful- we did run across a woman having a conversation with herself while she crossed the street. Amy was walking in front of me at this point and she noticeable doubled her walking pace to avoid having to cross paths with this intriguing woman. I giggled a bit as I tried to keep up with her. Oh and just fyi for all my Denver readers, there is a Gelato shop on 13th near Pennsylvania. Looked good!
We walk into Bender's Tavern, buy our tickets for the show and the doorguy tells us it starts at 10pm. It is currently 8:45pm. Thank you to whoever does the emails for The Hollyfelds we were an hour+ early. But who should be walking by the front door as we walk in- the guy I "know" in the band! We say hello and he comments on the fact that it's warm and he shouldn't have worn a t-shirt. I glance at him oddly because he's wearing a fancy cowboy long sleeved shirt. Then I see the t-shirt peeking out below. "But there'll be less chafing, " he says. And I thought I was random.
He heads in check-in with the band and Amy and I have a seat. Nicole shows up shortly there after and we are sitting chatting when a young man walks up to our table. "Can I borrow this chair for a second?" he says. Nicole tells him sure and he sits down with us. Hmm. He then explains that he is new in town, doesn't really know anyone and is waiting for a friend. We, being the friendly people that we are, engage him in conversation. He's newly in town from "Greeley, Colorado" and is in a band, or has been for the last 3 weeks. He comments on how he's never lived in a mid-sized city like Denver before and all the things he's learning about city life. Oddly later in the conversation someone asks him where he lived before Greeley and he says Denver. Wait, what? Anyways, he was a nice kid and his band sounds interesting- blues style.
Then about three other friends show up and for a while we have a table of 8! All before the show even starts! Then three of them leave. The two band guys leave to go to a different show. Two more join us. And three more leave. By the time the show actually starts we are down to... did you do your math? Two, again. Some guy announces the show is about to start and the opener is... Limbs.
Limbs is a one man band. He plays the guitar, pounds on the drums with foot pedals, and hits the cymbals with the neck of the guitar while he sings. Well, sort of screams. And the room was mostly empty. The screaming is really loud! When he wasn't screaming his voice wasn't bad and the music wasn't bad but not what we are really there for or in the mood for. So after a few songs, I suggest to Amy that we head back to the bar area for a while. We stand up to leave and Mr Limbs yells out "Don't let those girls go! Stop them! There's a bar and restroom in here, you don't need to get anything. And I'd hate for you to miss something " he adds a little fake friendlier. So I head back to my seat, rather resignedly, while Amy goes to use the restroom he so kindly had referred to. The mistake we had made was that we were sitting dead center, so the guy was looking right at us when he looked into the "crowd". So we stayed, for his whole show, but I don't think we looked like we enjoyed it much. Oops.
The next up was the Hollyfelds and I think this was the first time I would see the beginning of one of their shows. We sat through the sound check and distinctly avoided eye contact with Limbs, who was selling his wares about 10 feet from us.
The Hollyfelds show was great! And pleasantly uneventful. After they finished we did a quick bathroom break in the functioning bathroom that smelled like a public swimming pool restroom. Then we debated. I was a little scared of what the final band would be like after the Limbs experience. And the crowd was getting a bit interesting. Turns out the band was more country than the Hollyfelds but by that time we were done with Bender's Tavern and we left part way into the first song.
We scooted out the front door and started our walk back to Amy's. And I prompty doubled over in laughter. We both giggled for over a block about the craziness that had been following us all night! So we decided to head over to the Irish Snug for a a little nightcap, our specialty drink together- a carbomb. On the walk over, who should we run into but Limbs' two groupies! We carefully avoided them, although they were so drunk I don't think they really knew anyone else in the world existed.
So the evening ended with a carbomb at the Snug. As the waiter brought the drinks to our table, he spilled a bit of the baileys shot which landed on my toes. He apologized and I joked that I had always wanted baileys on my toes. His reply, "it'll loosen them up." Par for the night. It was quiet at the Snug and a nice ending to a very curious evening.
The Hollyfelds website
It's Friday night. I've had a early work day that ended up really long and really, really busy but I have fun plans for the evening. Some friends and I are planning to see one of my favorite local bands- The Hollyfelds. (I kind of have a little crush on one of the band members too, so I'm hoping to get to chat with him.) So I make it home from work in record time and take a LONG hot shower. It's still not too late so I do the works- makeup, straightened my hair, just get cuted-up for a night out. I then head over to Amy's and we walk up to Pasquini's, a fantastic sort of pizza place in town. We are just sitting down at our table when across the patio this couple stands up and the guy yells "Mary Ann and George!" (or some names like that). Next thing we know a group from a table all the way across the patio is up on their feet practically running to this couple. People are hugging and crying like they haven't seen each other in 30 years! And the whole restaurant is witnessing this. Amy looks at me and swears that we are on Candid Camera as she looks around the restaurant and shakes her head.
Just as the two groups are getting settled at one table, another table in the middle of the patio starts singing. Yes, I said singing. The guys at the table start singing a cappela like a barbershop quartet. Out of the blue! We look over at a table of girls next to us and the girls give us this baffled look. "We're starting to get scared. This is so strange!", they say. By this time I have decided to settle in and enjoy the show and I look around to see what's going to happen next. "Maybe the kids next to us will start a dance line?", I say to Amy. She shakes her head again and looks at the wine list.
We order and enjoy some fantastic pizza with only one more outburst from the singing table- at least two songs just before they left. Oddly they were just singing for themselves, entertaining the people at their table and themselves. They were actually quite good. It was rather lovely dinner music.
After dinner we walk back to Amy's to freshen up before the concert. Oh and on the way we got to be the idiots that ran across the street at the crosswalk because we were paying more attention to the crosswalk button than the fact that the white man was saying walk. Beautiful. I'm sure we just looked beautiful running across Colfax in our flipflops.
The walk over to Bender's Tavern was relatively uneventful- we did run across a woman having a conversation with herself while she crossed the street. Amy was walking in front of me at this point and she noticeable doubled her walking pace to avoid having to cross paths with this intriguing woman. I giggled a bit as I tried to keep up with her. Oh and just fyi for all my Denver readers, there is a Gelato shop on 13th near Pennsylvania. Looked good!
We walk into Bender's Tavern, buy our tickets for the show and the doorguy tells us it starts at 10pm. It is currently 8:45pm. Thank you to whoever does the emails for The Hollyfelds we were an hour+ early. But who should be walking by the front door as we walk in- the guy I "know" in the band! We say hello and he comments on the fact that it's warm and he shouldn't have worn a t-shirt. I glance at him oddly because he's wearing a fancy cowboy long sleeved shirt. Then I see the t-shirt peeking out below. "But there'll be less chafing, " he says. And I thought I was random.
He heads in check-in with the band and Amy and I have a seat. Nicole shows up shortly there after and we are sitting chatting when a young man walks up to our table. "Can I borrow this chair for a second?" he says. Nicole tells him sure and he sits down with us. Hmm. He then explains that he is new in town, doesn't really know anyone and is waiting for a friend. We, being the friendly people that we are, engage him in conversation. He's newly in town from "Greeley, Colorado" and is in a band, or has been for the last 3 weeks. He comments on how he's never lived in a mid-sized city like Denver before and all the things he's learning about city life. Oddly later in the conversation someone asks him where he lived before Greeley and he says Denver. Wait, what? Anyways, he was a nice kid and his band sounds interesting- blues style.
Then about three other friends show up and for a while we have a table of 8! All before the show even starts! Then three of them leave. The two band guys leave to go to a different show. Two more join us. And three more leave. By the time the show actually starts we are down to... did you do your math? Two, again. Some guy announces the show is about to start and the opener is... Limbs.
Limbs is a one man band. He plays the guitar, pounds on the drums with foot pedals, and hits the cymbals with the neck of the guitar while he sings. Well, sort of screams. And the room was mostly empty. The screaming is really loud! When he wasn't screaming his voice wasn't bad and the music wasn't bad but not what we are really there for or in the mood for. So after a few songs, I suggest to Amy that we head back to the bar area for a while. We stand up to leave and Mr Limbs yells out "Don't let those girls go! Stop them! There's a bar and restroom in here, you don't need to get anything. And I'd hate for you to miss something " he adds a little fake friendlier. So I head back to my seat, rather resignedly, while Amy goes to use the restroom he so kindly had referred to. The mistake we had made was that we were sitting dead center, so the guy was looking right at us when he looked into the "crowd". So we stayed, for his whole show, but I don't think we looked like we enjoyed it much. Oops.
The next up was the Hollyfelds and I think this was the first time I would see the beginning of one of their shows. We sat through the sound check and distinctly avoided eye contact with Limbs, who was selling his wares about 10 feet from us.
The Hollyfelds show was great! And pleasantly uneventful. After they finished we did a quick bathroom break in the functioning bathroom that smelled like a public swimming pool restroom. Then we debated. I was a little scared of what the final band would be like after the Limbs experience. And the crowd was getting a bit interesting. Turns out the band was more country than the Hollyfelds but by that time we were done with Bender's Tavern and we left part way into the first song.
We scooted out the front door and started our walk back to Amy's. And I prompty doubled over in laughter. We both giggled for over a block about the craziness that had been following us all night! So we decided to head over to the Irish Snug for a a little nightcap, our specialty drink together- a carbomb. On the walk over, who should we run into but Limbs' two groupies! We carefully avoided them, although they were so drunk I don't think they really knew anyone else in the world existed.
So the evening ended with a carbomb at the Snug. As the waiter brought the drinks to our table, he spilled a bit of the baileys shot which landed on my toes. He apologized and I joked that I had always wanted baileys on my toes. His reply, "it'll loosen them up." Par for the night. It was quiet at the Snug and a nice ending to a very curious evening.
The Hollyfelds website
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
January 2009
Well the year has had an interesting start, we could even say memorable...
On the 6th, I had surgery. My first real surgery, excluding my wisdom teeth removal. All went well. I handled the mild anesthetic very well (as far as I know!) and the recovery has been good so far. I seem to get more mobility out of my foot every day. It's still rather awkward walking and positively sucks to walk really far but I'm getting around.
And after a week, I went back to work... with a cold. Ugh. At this point the cold is more miserable to work with than the healing foot. I'm actually on my way to bed (you'll note it is just after 9pm here). Oh well, colds come and go and no matter what you or I think, they really do go away at some point. Right? LOL. Yuck. Anyhoo!
Other things... I just heard from my best college friend that she had a baby boy! A wee bit premature but he's a trooper, like his folks, and he should be headed home in the very near future. Must plan a trip to Tucson to meet the new Wallace!!
And my grandmother took a tumble one night recently and broke part of her pelvis. Uh oh. Actually considering how horrible that sounds, it could have been much worse. She broke a non-weight bearing portion so she is already up and around... well, they are able to keep her mobile not bed ridden constantly. Phew! She is where I got my clumsy streak. I love her to death but I think she probably has just as many bruises as I do and on the same regular basis. Eh, there are much worse things to inherit. I also got her pretty olivey skin tone. :D
The list could actually go on (with not so good stuff, unfortunately) but there are some good things... a friend vacationing in London, a friend who's looking at some new career opportunities (willingly), relationships blooming, and many reminders of how supportive my friends and family are.
Someone wrote on a bulletin board at work that 2009 will be the year of recovery. So far, its looking that way. I hope it continues productively so.
I raise my kleenex to a happy, healthy year of recovery for all!!
Oh! I won't post it right now but I do have a couple of pictures of my colorful foot after the removal of the bandage 3 days after surgery. If you wanna see them, just let me know. Morbid, huh? Hee hee.
On the 6th, I had surgery. My first real surgery, excluding my wisdom teeth removal. All went well. I handled the mild anesthetic very well (as far as I know!) and the recovery has been good so far. I seem to get more mobility out of my foot every day. It's still rather awkward walking and positively sucks to walk really far but I'm getting around.
And after a week, I went back to work... with a cold. Ugh. At this point the cold is more miserable to work with than the healing foot. I'm actually on my way to bed (you'll note it is just after 9pm here). Oh well, colds come and go and no matter what you or I think, they really do go away at some point. Right? LOL. Yuck. Anyhoo!
Other things... I just heard from my best college friend that she had a baby boy! A wee bit premature but he's a trooper, like his folks, and he should be headed home in the very near future. Must plan a trip to Tucson to meet the new Wallace!!
And my grandmother took a tumble one night recently and broke part of her pelvis. Uh oh. Actually considering how horrible that sounds, it could have been much worse. She broke a non-weight bearing portion so she is already up and around... well, they are able to keep her mobile not bed ridden constantly. Phew! She is where I got my clumsy streak. I love her to death but I think she probably has just as many bruises as I do and on the same regular basis. Eh, there are much worse things to inherit. I also got her pretty olivey skin tone. :D
The list could actually go on (with not so good stuff, unfortunately) but there are some good things... a friend vacationing in London, a friend who's looking at some new career opportunities (willingly), relationships blooming, and many reminders of how supportive my friends and family are.
Someone wrote on a bulletin board at work that 2009 will be the year of recovery. So far, its looking that way. I hope it continues productively so.
I raise my kleenex to a happy, healthy year of recovery for all!!
Oh! I won't post it right now but I do have a couple of pictures of my colorful foot after the removal of the bandage 3 days after surgery. If you wanna see them, just let me know. Morbid, huh? Hee hee.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Refreshed!
It is Sunday evening and I did in fact survive this odd week. It took some work though! My last blog gives the details of what made this week so odd/ unpleasant and now I will follow-up with the "refreshed" part. :D
Yesterday, I was just feeling off. Like my "energy" was out of wack. Mind and spirit not aligned. Something... just... uncomfortable in my world. I, of course, tried to analyze this to figure out what exactly was going on and I came to the conclusion that there are a lot of things that I need to figure out and many are a bit out of my control. Others I just can't seem to get myself to accomplish! My physical energy has been waxing and waning oddly due to the cold and my starting running. The cold and lung issues brought me down; the running I had just starting doing again gave me tons of energy. Unfortunately, the running energy is a bit hyper-like. Hard to explain, really. Anyways, all combined, I was really uncomfortable and really just wanted to run it off. But my lungs still weren't quite up to par so I "lifted" for about an hour. To clarify, when I say "lifted" that means hand weights, fit ball, floor exercises, etc. A start in the right direction, all from the comfort of my own home. ;)
That only calmed me a little so I decided to call my Dad for some financial advice. That talk did help (oops, haven't gotten to that project today!) but as I grocery shopped, I was still struggling with myself a bit. In the end, I stayed in for the night. When it was too late to start another project, I watched some Internet TV until I was tired. I crawled into bed and wrote in my journal. I finished that writing with peaceful, refreshing, new start words and feelings.
It worked. I woke up today and I feel drastically better. I've accomplished a lot, although there is always so much more to do. I went for a brisk walk in the drizzle early this evening and even managed to run for a few blocks without my lungs conking out on me. Yippee!!! Now I must eat and then get back to the projects. But I will do so with a smile on my face and a deep cleansing breath.
Yay for fresh starts!!!
Yesterday, I was just feeling off. Like my "energy" was out of wack. Mind and spirit not aligned. Something... just... uncomfortable in my world. I, of course, tried to analyze this to figure out what exactly was going on and I came to the conclusion that there are a lot of things that I need to figure out and many are a bit out of my control. Others I just can't seem to get myself to accomplish! My physical energy has been waxing and waning oddly due to the cold and my starting running. The cold and lung issues brought me down; the running I had just starting doing again gave me tons of energy. Unfortunately, the running energy is a bit hyper-like. Hard to explain, really. Anyways, all combined, I was really uncomfortable and really just wanted to run it off. But my lungs still weren't quite up to par so I "lifted" for about an hour. To clarify, when I say "lifted" that means hand weights, fit ball, floor exercises, etc. A start in the right direction, all from the comfort of my own home. ;)
That only calmed me a little so I decided to call my Dad for some financial advice. That talk did help (oops, haven't gotten to that project today!) but as I grocery shopped, I was still struggling with myself a bit. In the end, I stayed in for the night. When it was too late to start another project, I watched some Internet TV until I was tired. I crawled into bed and wrote in my journal. I finished that writing with peaceful, refreshing, new start words and feelings.
It worked. I woke up today and I feel drastically better. I've accomplished a lot, although there is always so much more to do. I went for a brisk walk in the drizzle early this evening and even managed to run for a few blocks without my lungs conking out on me. Yippee!!! Now I must eat and then get back to the projects. But I will do so with a smile on my face and a deep cleansing breath.
Yay for fresh starts!!!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
My drama... ugh.
Today has not been my most favorite day, I have had many, many, many way better days. The reason today was not so fantastic, you ask; well, let's go back a few days.
I've had a bit of a cold over the past week. And actually I think I may have been fighting it for longer because I've had some sporadic fatigue the past few weekends. This Monday it finally hit me and I was wiped out. I stayed home and slept a large portion of the day on Tuesday and thought things were better by Wednesday. Before I forget, the odd part about this "cold" is that I barely had a runny nose or anything- there was a little sinus pressure and a scratchy throat but the allergy pill I take seemed to be controlling most of the symptoms. But apparently not all...
Yesterday at work, my chest started to feel tight. (uh oh.) I dictate at my job and was struggling to get all the words out in one breath like normal. I used my albuterol inhaler and by late afternoon was feeling better. But last night my cough (since Monday) and the (new) tightness were back. But I just chilled and did research for my Halloween costume and then tried to get a good night's sleep. This morning on my drive to work... used the inhaler again. (This is not good!) I started working on the morning placentas and stopped after only two to go sit at my desk to try and get some air in my lungs. (UGH!) While sitting there trying to breathe, after using the inhaler again, I decided research was in order and looked up early symptoms of an asthma attack. (Not looking good...) I attempted to go back to work and had a chat with a coworker with asthma about how she knows when to go see a doctor. I then decided that I should probably call the doctor before I passed out and while I could still drive myself across town.
Four hours, a nebulizer treatment, pulse-ox tests, and a trip to the pharmacy later, I finally made it back to work. And of course there was tons of work to do but my pathologist for the day rocked and helped me out with all of it. Needless to say, I'm completely exhausted. Struggling to breathe is equivalent to some really hard aerobic workout- it takes everything out of you. I'm still tired and I can actually breathe a mostly normal depth breath now.
Breathing, while essential to life, should not be taken for granted. Be glad for that deep breath of air. Enjoy it!
Oh and I must say thanks to my buddy Evan who talked to me on the phone while I drove to my doctor's office and successfully kept me nice and calm. Friends are almost as essential as breathing, I think.
I've had a bit of a cold over the past week. And actually I think I may have been fighting it for longer because I've had some sporadic fatigue the past few weekends. This Monday it finally hit me and I was wiped out. I stayed home and slept a large portion of the day on Tuesday and thought things were better by Wednesday. Before I forget, the odd part about this "cold" is that I barely had a runny nose or anything- there was a little sinus pressure and a scratchy throat but the allergy pill I take seemed to be controlling most of the symptoms. But apparently not all...
Yesterday at work, my chest started to feel tight. (uh oh.) I dictate at my job and was struggling to get all the words out in one breath like normal. I used my albuterol inhaler and by late afternoon was feeling better. But last night my cough (since Monday) and the (new) tightness were back. But I just chilled and did research for my Halloween costume and then tried to get a good night's sleep. This morning on my drive to work... used the inhaler again. (This is not good!) I started working on the morning placentas and stopped after only two to go sit at my desk to try and get some air in my lungs. (UGH!) While sitting there trying to breathe, after using the inhaler again, I decided research was in order and looked up early symptoms of an asthma attack. (Not looking good...) I attempted to go back to work and had a chat with a coworker with asthma about how she knows when to go see a doctor. I then decided that I should probably call the doctor before I passed out and while I could still drive myself across town.
Four hours, a nebulizer treatment, pulse-ox tests, and a trip to the pharmacy later, I finally made it back to work. And of course there was tons of work to do but my pathologist for the day rocked and helped me out with all of it. Needless to say, I'm completely exhausted. Struggling to breathe is equivalent to some really hard aerobic workout- it takes everything out of you. I'm still tired and I can actually breathe a mostly normal depth breath now.
Breathing, while essential to life, should not be taken for granted. Be glad for that deep breath of air. Enjoy it!
Oh and I must say thanks to my buddy Evan who talked to me on the phone while I drove to my doctor's office and successfully kept me nice and calm. Friends are almost as essential as breathing, I think.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
A fun list
Interesting things that have happened to me over the past few weeks:
Welcome to Autumn and October!!
- Avenue Q- Sesame Street for adults, wow.
- Moving into smaller apartments
- Rode on the back of a scooter at 1:30am in a skirt- Brrr! but fun!
- Went to a concert of a band I had never heard- Steven Kellogg and the Sixers ROCK!
- Met a very grumpy ex-new yorker- :(
- Remet a very interesting actor- :)
- Started running again - :D
- Fall colors in the mountains - really lovely!
- Drove over Guanella Pass from I-70 to 285 - I wasn't sure it could be done and it was very pretty!
- Watched a friend lose her first loved one, very gracefully
- Was reminded of how clueless I am about dating, again
- Discovered that make-up really isn't necessary to my appearance
- Forgot my ex- wedding anniversary
- Discovered I'm totally sixteen again and completely boy crazy- :P
- Came to the conclusion that I really want my world to be in a fine fettle
Welcome to Autumn and October!!
Oh yeah, I also went to a Rockies game!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Packing... again
Well this must be short because I have lots to do before Friday. I'm moving, again.
I'm really excited about this new apartment. It's adorable and in a great location! But I'm not stoked to be going through the moving process again. And it's making me wonder what is going on in my head that I can't seem to stay put for even a year. Does it mean it is time for me to leave Denver at the end of this year? Or does it mean that I just need to commit... to something? I know I want to start taking classes in January but I don't yet know if that will happen here or somewhere else. I don't really like limbo but I keep putting myself there and I'm starting to wonder why.
What am I waiting for?
Enough pondering. I better get back to packing!!! EEK!
I'm really excited about this new apartment. It's adorable and in a great location! But I'm not stoked to be going through the moving process again. And it's making me wonder what is going on in my head that I can't seem to stay put for even a year. Does it mean it is time for me to leave Denver at the end of this year? Or does it mean that I just need to commit... to something? I know I want to start taking classes in January but I don't yet know if that will happen here or somewhere else. I don't really like limbo but I keep putting myself there and I'm starting to wonder why.
What am I waiting for?
Enough pondering. I better get back to packing!!! EEK!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Changes, changes, changes!
I've been toying with the idea of change for a few months, multiple changes to be exact. This week some actual change occurred. First, my dog moved into his new home. His new place has a huge backyard and lots more space inside than I've had in years! He was a little sad to see me go but I think he will be super happy with the new arrangement, especially considering he already likes his new "mom". And how am I handling my "empty nest"? I've been kind of avoiding my apartment, actually. It's weird to be there without him. In some ways its a lot easier to do things, like walk; but it's odd not to have company for a movie or when I'm sleeping. So... I'm moving! [Do I run away from things or what?!] Seriously though, I don't really care for my current neighborhood and I was trying to decide if I would stay or go from Denver...
Josh saying goodbye to Simon. Sniff, sniff...
On for the second change that occurred this week: I had a phone interview for a job in Iowa and shortly thereafter decided that I'm not ready to leave Denver. I had not realized how hard leaving here would be! I have a ton of friends here and we're not just talking "acquaintances". These are true friends that are there for you when you're down or supportive when you are working on a big decisions or just to hike with, have a beer with or chill in grubby clothes after a long day. That is hard to come by... and leave, especially such a big group! So I decided to reassess my finances and look for a short term, less expensive apartment. I found one on Craigslist the first day I looked. I looked at the apartment today and I will not be seeing any others. It's perfect! The location is just blocks from two friends' home and therefore, closer to all my girlfriends, on top of being a much nicer location anyways. The price will save me a good amount of money without losing much space. The apartment is nicely kept with fresh paint and new carpets and cabinets. And it's a sublease for a girl that is moving into a house with her fiance' and the lease ends at the end of the year. Perfect. She and I agree and now we just need to go through the official channels. I'll be moving in two weeks. (Anybody wanna help?? :D )
The other thing, that I had decided a few weeks ago is that I will be starting school in January. Now I have a place to live until then. Between now and then I have two major goals: to find a second job to help get my finances ready for school and to figure out where I'm going to do this schooling (Iowa with a new job or Denver).
That's all the major stuff that I have going on. Oh and I'm supposed to go on a first date on Tuesday...
Ah, the adventures of Jen...
Josh saying goodbye to Simon. Sniff, sniff...
On for the second change that occurred this week: I had a phone interview for a job in Iowa and shortly thereafter decided that I'm not ready to leave Denver. I had not realized how hard leaving here would be! I have a ton of friends here and we're not just talking "acquaintances". These are true friends that are there for you when you're down or supportive when you are working on a big decisions or just to hike with, have a beer with or chill in grubby clothes after a long day. That is hard to come by... and leave, especially such a big group! So I decided to reassess my finances and look for a short term, less expensive apartment. I found one on Craigslist the first day I looked. I looked at the apartment today and I will not be seeing any others. It's perfect! The location is just blocks from two friends' home and therefore, closer to all my girlfriends, on top of being a much nicer location anyways. The price will save me a good amount of money without losing much space. The apartment is nicely kept with fresh paint and new carpets and cabinets. And it's a sublease for a girl that is moving into a house with her fiance' and the lease ends at the end of the year. Perfect. She and I agree and now we just need to go through the official channels. I'll be moving in two weeks. (Anybody wanna help?? :D )
The other thing, that I had decided a few weeks ago is that I will be starting school in January. Now I have a place to live until then. Between now and then I have two major goals: to find a second job to help get my finances ready for school and to figure out where I'm going to do this schooling (Iowa with a new job or Denver).
That's all the major stuff that I have going on. Oh and I'm supposed to go on a first date on Tuesday...
Ah, the adventures of Jen...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Funny story
So the past week or so has been entertaining to say the least and while I have many stories, right now there is just one I want to share.
A very good friend of mine is moving back to Denver (YAY!) and she decided to drive her apparently old, non-air-conditioned car the 1800 miles it will take to get here. She was telling me how she was going to drive 12+ hours days and get the trip done in two days, which originally would have put her arriving today. Well, she didn't get started driving until last night due to a variety of things, including super hot weather so I wasn't expecting her until tomorrow at the earliest. And no big deal really- I'll be excited to see her whenever she arrives! I called her a few times last night to check in and keep her entertained on the road. At one point she tells me that she doesn't think she will make by Wednesday night. My response is that I'm not surprised and didn't expect her until Thursday because of how late she left. She then says, "You are going to laugh at me. Part of the reason I won't make it until Thursday is because..." wait for it... " i have a date in St Louis". Yes, you read that correctly, she has a date during her road trip!!! OMG!!! I had a friend tell me once that you shouldn't drive more than 1000 miles for sex but stopping on a road trip for a date (no sex!)- unheard of! At least in my world. It's not like she is on a fun, sight-seeing road trip- this one is quick and to the point so she can start school and work. But on the other hand she has no reason to rush, so when a guy she knows asked her to have lunch with him, no better yet catch a baseball game, since he'll be visiting St Louis while she's driving though, why would she say no?! And to top it off, another guy wants to meet up with her after the game! Neither of these two fellows live in St Louis, they just happen to be there at the same time as her. I'm speechless (well apparently my hands aren't) all I can do is laugh! And I'm still laughing about it!
This girl is a riot and I love her to death! Life in Denver is about to get much more entertaining! Can't wait!!
A very good friend of mine is moving back to Denver (YAY!) and she decided to drive her apparently old, non-air-conditioned car the 1800 miles it will take to get here. She was telling me how she was going to drive 12+ hours days and get the trip done in two days, which originally would have put her arriving today. Well, she didn't get started driving until last night due to a variety of things, including super hot weather so I wasn't expecting her until tomorrow at the earliest. And no big deal really- I'll be excited to see her whenever she arrives! I called her a few times last night to check in and keep her entertained on the road. At one point she tells me that she doesn't think she will make by Wednesday night. My response is that I'm not surprised and didn't expect her until Thursday because of how late she left. She then says, "You are going to laugh at me. Part of the reason I won't make it until Thursday is because..." wait for it... " i have a date in St Louis". Yes, you read that correctly, she has a date during her road trip!!! OMG!!! I had a friend tell me once that you shouldn't drive more than 1000 miles for sex but stopping on a road trip for a date (no sex!)- unheard of! At least in my world. It's not like she is on a fun, sight-seeing road trip- this one is quick and to the point so she can start school and work. But on the other hand she has no reason to rush, so when a guy she knows asked her to have lunch with him, no better yet catch a baseball game, since he'll be visiting St Louis while she's driving though, why would she say no?! And to top it off, another guy wants to meet up with her after the game! Neither of these two fellows live in St Louis, they just happen to be there at the same time as her. I'm speechless (well apparently my hands aren't) all I can do is laugh! And I'm still laughing about it!
This girl is a riot and I love her to death! Life in Denver is about to get much more entertaining! Can't wait!!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The silence...
It was a rather intense week with a variety of stressful things popping up. The previous weekend was busy with very little sleep due to some early morning activities. While many good things have happened in the past week too, I was ready for a quiet weekend. My dog is on a trial run with a possible new family so I'm all alone in my apartment. My only set plans for the weekend was a baby shower this afternoon, that I very much enjoyed. And it's raining... and gray... and rather cool... and I can't think of anything more perfect right now. The peace in the sound of the rain, the calmness of the gray skies, the lack of responsibility to anyone but me is all rather blissful right now. It's a rare moment. It is a blessing. And while I do feel a little lazy for not working on all the many things I need to be, I feel like I shouldn't pass up such a great opportunity. Peacefulness isn't a given; silence is a rarity; a two day weekend not completely planned is as refreshing a deep breath of cool, moist, mountain air.
*sigh*
Bliss.
Tomorrow I'll be busy cleaning, organizing, and catching up on bills and applications; but today I'm enjoying the silence.
Monday, June 30, 2008
I DID IT!!
I'm still finding it a bit surreal but I did it. I rode all 150 miles of the MS150 this weekend, every hill included- and there were some doosies!
I was nervous all last week. By thursday, I was freaking out. By friday, after my pup Simon had had another seizure, I was practically fighting off anxiety attacks when I thought about it. We're talking, when I got home from work, I broke down into tears. I did some packing and cried again. Etc., you get the picture. I IMed with Josh during my downtime at work and he gave me more pointers and reiterated some from before. Very good coach, that one! I had a carb-loading dinner with the girls and everyone told me I'd be fine again. I headed home to shower and sleep and sent my friend Matt a text asking for a pep talk. He was around and gave me my last bit of peppy advice that got me to the starting line the next morning. Not even sure what he said that was different or if he said anything different; might just have been that I needed one more person to believe in me. As my friend Evan told me last night after it was all over, I was the only person that doubted that I could do the ride.
Funny how we can get ourselves all riled up time and again, when all it really takes to get through something is a little faith in ourselves. It definitely helps to having incredibly supportive friends though. You should have seen the girls at the finish line. Andrea practically ran to me afterwards to give me a hug, both days. Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it!
So thanks to everyone that believed in me! And thanks to all those that gave me pep talks, rode with me, cheered me on and supported me time and again as I made it through this journey.
Now on to the next big challenge of the summer- RAGBRAI!!
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Motivation
I think we all know how hard it can be to pull ourselves out of a rut, whether that rut is 30 minutes long, 5 hours, 5 days, or 5 years. It's always hard to take that first step and not sit back down afterwards. I laughed as I was typing that because I soooo understand that. It seems safer to sit back down and it's soooo easy. Even though we know that we are happier, healthy, rejuventated, and get to experience success when we finally keep walking (or biking, as the case may be).
Tonight, my dog and I walk. Tomorrow, I ride and continue to ride according to the schedule I have made myself. The thought is almost as terrifying as it liberating. So funny. *deep breath*
Well... here we go.
Oh and don't wish me luck, this one I have to do on my own (but you are welcome to ride with me if you want!)
Tonight, my dog and I walk. Tomorrow, I ride and continue to ride according to the schedule I have made myself. The thought is almost as terrifying as it liberating. So funny. *deep breath*
Well... here we go.
Oh and don't wish me luck, this one I have to do on my own (but you are welcome to ride with me if you want!)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
More on MS150
First I want to say thanks to all those that so quickly jumped up to support me on this adventure I decided to undertake. Your response has been really touching. Thank you! We finally had some nice weather at a time when I could enjoy it so I took my new bike out for a ride with my friend Amy on Saturday. 20 miles barely but it's a start!! As my training gets underway, I'm going to give the floor to my dear friend Kerri for a moment and let her explain in more detail why I am doing this ride.
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Hello All,
Some of you that read this letter know me, and others will not, but as Jen has shared with you, I was diagnosed with MS in November of 2002. I cannot begin to explain what a shocking revelation this was for me, as before this time, I had always had very good health. As a matter of fact, when the symptoms first showed up, I had just returned from a month long trip on my own across Europe.
It started with a slight tingling in my neck, and then within four months a tingling that ran down the entire back of my body. After 4 MRI’s, 1 spinal tap and a WHOLE lot of blood work, my doctor let me know that MS was the cause of my physical discomforts.
I am blessed with a wonderful support system of family and friends, as well as the best neurologist a person could wish for, but this physical opportunity is still a lot to deal with. The medication I began with required a shot once a week (with a 1 ½ inch needle!!) . I used to be absolutely terrified of needles, I got over it. My Dad was even more terrified of needles. He got over it too.
After the first year when I did my annual MRI’s, it turned out that I had new “burn spots” on the back of my neck in the area that affects my legs. Even before seeing these MRI’s I knew that things were not going as smoothly as we would want because I was so exhausted all the time. I also was having challenges when I tried to walk. I used to go for walks in the mountains, but I had one of my major “exacerbations” out there and was almost in a position where I had to ask my girlfriends to carry me back to the car. I tell my legs to move, and sometimes my left leg will just drag and I trip and fall. Then other times, I am holding something in my hand like a pen -and all the sudden my hand just throws it across the room without my willing it to be so. My personal philosophy is such that I believe that this is an opportunity to learn and grow from, but I will not deny that there are days that this opportunity can be quite humbling.
I started on a different medication (Rebif) in 2004. It requires me to take a shot 3 times a week. I have to structure my life with the awareness that whatever I do, I need to plan on having my shots with me. The medication has been working well very well, it burns when it goes in –but knowing the benefits that come from the shots makes it more bearable. I am getting ready to go on a trip to Spain and Morocco for 2 weeks. I know even just a decade ago I would not have been able to make a trip like this because without my shots, I would still be experiencing the extreme fatigue and decreased ability to walk. But because of all the amazing research that has been done, I have more freedom than I might have at any previous time. I cannot begin to tell you how thankful I am for that. In saying so, I must also say that I was amazed and honored when Jen let me know that she would be doing this trip in the honor of myself and my mother (who was diagnosed in 2007 and oddly, is not my biological mother.) I know that the money is incredibly helpful to the MS foundation, but it is not just that. It is knowing that there are people out there that care so much and are willing to try and help to make a difference. My thanks to Jen and all who support her on this venture, be it financially, emotionally, physically or prayerfully –and I believe all are equally powerful.
To finish, I want to say thank you to all of you who are willing to take the time to read this, and my best wishes to you all.
Namaste’
Kerri
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Hello All,
Some of you that read this letter know me, and others will not, but as Jen has shared with you, I was diagnosed with MS in November of 2002. I cannot begin to explain what a shocking revelation this was for me, as before this time, I had always had very good health. As a matter of fact, when the symptoms first showed up, I had just returned from a month long trip on my own across Europe.
It started with a slight tingling in my neck, and then within four months a tingling that ran down the entire back of my body. After 4 MRI’s, 1 spinal tap and a WHOLE lot of blood work, my doctor let me know that MS was the cause of my physical discomforts.
I am blessed with a wonderful support system of family and friends, as well as the best neurologist a person could wish for, but this physical opportunity is still a lot to deal with. The medication I began with required a shot once a week (with a 1 ½ inch needle!!) . I used to be absolutely terrified of needles, I got over it. My Dad was even more terrified of needles. He got over it too.
After the first year when I did my annual MRI’s, it turned out that I had new “burn spots” on the back of my neck in the area that affects my legs. Even before seeing these MRI’s I knew that things were not going as smoothly as we would want because I was so exhausted all the time. I also was having challenges when I tried to walk. I used to go for walks in the mountains, but I had one of my major “exacerbations” out there and was almost in a position where I had to ask my girlfriends to carry me back to the car. I tell my legs to move, and sometimes my left leg will just drag and I trip and fall. Then other times, I am holding something in my hand like a pen -and all the sudden my hand just throws it across the room without my willing it to be so. My personal philosophy is such that I believe that this is an opportunity to learn and grow from, but I will not deny that there are days that this opportunity can be quite humbling.
I started on a different medication (Rebif) in 2004. It requires me to take a shot 3 times a week. I have to structure my life with the awareness that whatever I do, I need to plan on having my shots with me. The medication has been working well very well, it burns when it goes in –but knowing the benefits that come from the shots makes it more bearable. I am getting ready to go on a trip to Spain and Morocco for 2 weeks. I know even just a decade ago I would not have been able to make a trip like this because without my shots, I would still be experiencing the extreme fatigue and decreased ability to walk. But because of all the amazing research that has been done, I have more freedom than I might have at any previous time. I cannot begin to tell you how thankful I am for that. In saying so, I must also say that I was amazed and honored when Jen let me know that she would be doing this trip in the honor of myself and my mother (who was diagnosed in 2007 and oddly, is not my biological mother.) I know that the money is incredibly helpful to the MS foundation, but it is not just that. It is knowing that there are people out there that care so much and are willing to try and help to make a difference. My thanks to Jen and all who support her on this venture, be it financially, emotionally, physically or prayerfully –and I believe all are equally powerful.
To finish, I want to say thank you to all of you who are willing to take the time to read this, and my best wishes to you all.
Namaste’
Kerri
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
MS150
Well, I might be crazy but I signed up for the MS150 today.
What is that you say? The MS150 is a 150 mile bike ride, spread-out over two days. The point of all those miles is to raise money for Muscular Sclerosis research and awareness about MS in general. I have a friend that has been living with MS for a number of years now. The medication she receives is pretty new stuff (ie, the result of research). It helps her tremendously, but she never can completely forget she has MS. The medication is in the form of shots given throughout the week. She can't miss them no matter where she is in the world, and she likes to travel! These shots keep her from experiencing what she calls an exacerbation, which can take the form of temporary blindness in one eye, weakness in one or both legs, etc. Unfortunately, the medication isn't foolproof and she does still have these episodes but luckily very infrequently. Her life has changed since this diagnosis but she has handled it beautifully. In the time that she has had MS, my friend has completed her BA, MA and is now in the midst of working on her PhD, all while continuing to work a full time job- which happens to be a home based business. She is a superhero if you ask me. So I ride for her. And for her mom, who was just recently diagnosed. These people need our support. Even superheros need a hand sometimes.
Part of my committment to do this ride is raise money for the MS society. Please help me and my friends by making a donation at the link below. Every little bit helps...
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Bike/COCBikeEvents?px=4640114&pg=personal&fr_id=9111
What is that you say? The MS150 is a 150 mile bike ride, spread-out over two days. The point of all those miles is to raise money for Muscular Sclerosis research and awareness about MS in general. I have a friend that has been living with MS for a number of years now. The medication she receives is pretty new stuff (ie, the result of research). It helps her tremendously, but she never can completely forget she has MS. The medication is in the form of shots given throughout the week. She can't miss them no matter where she is in the world, and she likes to travel! These shots keep her from experiencing what she calls an exacerbation, which can take the form of temporary blindness in one eye, weakness in one or both legs, etc. Unfortunately, the medication isn't foolproof and she does still have these episodes but luckily very infrequently. Her life has changed since this diagnosis but she has handled it beautifully. In the time that she has had MS, my friend has completed her BA, MA and is now in the midst of working on her PhD, all while continuing to work a full time job- which happens to be a home based business. She is a superhero if you ask me. So I ride for her. And for her mom, who was just recently diagnosed. These people need our support. Even superheros need a hand sometimes.
Part of my committment to do this ride is raise money for the MS society. Please help me and my friends by making a donation at the link below. Every little bit helps...
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Bike/COCBikeEvents?px=4640114&pg=personal&fr_id=9111
Monday, February 25, 2008
A successful Oscar
So my first blog was about the movie Once. Last night the singers from Once won an Oscar for Best Original Picture. Wow. We saw them live this fall. They were incredible but still in shock over their success. Now they've won an Oscar. Incredible. Truly gives validity to hope and dreams. Here is some footage of them at the Oscars:
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Moving
Okay, so I'm going to be delinquent for just a minute. I've been packing all week after work. And I've actually been successful! No, I'm not done yet but I am making really good progress. The end is in sight, I haven't played hookey at all, I've stayed focused and I do believe it is going to pay off. Cross your fingers, but assuming everything stays on track for the next two days, this should be a very smooth moving day. My plan is to have everything, and I mean everything packed and ready to go by Saturday night (except maybe my food). That way when my loving, caring, kind friends that are helping me move show up, we can quickly load, drive, (maybe eat a little) and unload. Quick, painless, finished. Then I can deal with cleaning the old place (I have a few more days for that).
I just wanted to share my enthusiasm. I have actually learned a little bit about time management, finally!
Oh and if you want to help me move on Sunday, just give me a call! ;)
Happy Almost Friday!!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
A crossroads
All of sudden, a number of doors have opened. There is no clear view of what is across their thresholds though. The current "room", shall we say, is fine. I'm happy. A bit uncomfortable in some areas, but I think I could continue with minor changes and stay happy. But these doors have opened and change of some sort is going to happen. The question is how big. And what is best.
I'm left at a crossroads, of a sort, and I must say, I'm quite uncomfortable. I've spent the weekend alone and very much chose it to be that way. I'm stuck in my head and am only making small amounts of progress so far. But I have made some progress. And the New Year only leaves me with a four weeks time to make some potentially big decisions. That isn't much time... I think it means I have to access all the possible directions at once. And that will be a lot of work and the thought of it is quite overwhelming. Hence the quiet weekend and time alone to get started at a slow pace, no pressure until January, but progress nonetheless.
I'm not opposed to change. Never have been. I generally welcome it. But... choosing the right kind of change... I can't see the future; all I can do is way all my options... very carefully. And hope for the best!!
I'm left at a crossroads, of a sort, and I must say, I'm quite uncomfortable. I've spent the weekend alone and very much chose it to be that way. I'm stuck in my head and am only making small amounts of progress so far. But I have made some progress. And the New Year only leaves me with a four weeks time to make some potentially big decisions. That isn't much time... I think it means I have to access all the possible directions at once. And that will be a lot of work and the thought of it is quite overwhelming. Hence the quiet weekend and time alone to get started at a slow pace, no pressure until January, but progress nonetheless.
I'm not opposed to change. Never have been. I generally welcome it. But... choosing the right kind of change... I can't see the future; all I can do is way all my options... very carefully. And hope for the best!!
Sunday, December 9, 2007
The company holiday party
So last night was my company holiday party. And as usual it was a good time, although not quite the "party" that it often is. The weather was snowy and people just seemed to lack their normal enthusiasm for dancing and hanging out. Oh well. It was still very fun to catch up with my friends from work that I never see. And of course, I had the best "date" there, my friend Evan. He is comfortable in a just about any situation and is always fun to have around. And he owns a suit and looks quite snazzy in it as well. :)
Here is a quick self-portrait of us. Not excellent camera handling but don't we look great?! Just look at that fantastic tie and those big grins! :)
Happy Holidays!!
Here is a quick self-portrait of us. Not excellent camera handling but don't we look great?! Just look at that fantastic tie and those big grins! :)
Happy Holidays!!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Dating?
I will pose a question to... probably no one since this blog is actually hard to search for. But anyways, the question: how long does it take to figure out if someone is "worth" dating?
When I say "worth" I don't mean a judgement on the fella, more a judgement of your/my compatibility with him.
So is it something that you can tell early on or does it take a while. Two dates, three, ten? How long do you try it before it's too long?
Okay, I'll explain the reason for the question. I've been chatting with this fellow online for a few weeks, a month, whatever. He is nice to email back and forth with for the most part. The first date was good, a first date for sure- the get to know you stuff over coffee. Tonight we had date two. It was nice too. Yummy dinner, nice conversation, a little more comfortable and I got a hug instead of a handshake. Whoo! So obviously a nice guy, but...
But what, right? That's what I'm trying to figure out! Do I just need to give it time? Or is my inclination right, have my two extremely entertaining best guy friends ruined me, spoiled me?! They make me laugh and constantly entertain me with their adventures of all sorts. This guy, not so entertaining. I only laughed once or twice in the hour and a half we were together. This seems like a problem. It isn't that he isn't interesting... maybe we aren't comfortable with each other yet. I don't know, but I figure another date can't hurt. So we'll see what happens.
Any insight? Any knowledge on this front that I'm missing that anyone can fill me in on? Or do I just need to figure it out with time and experience?
Answer three, huh? That's what I thought. Darn.
Here is a totally unrelated pic for you... the sunrise on my way to work the other day.
When I say "worth" I don't mean a judgement on the fella, more a judgement of your/my compatibility with him.
So is it something that you can tell early on or does it take a while. Two dates, three, ten? How long do you try it before it's too long?
Okay, I'll explain the reason for the question. I've been chatting with this fellow online for a few weeks, a month, whatever. He is nice to email back and forth with for the most part. The first date was good, a first date for sure- the get to know you stuff over coffee. Tonight we had date two. It was nice too. Yummy dinner, nice conversation, a little more comfortable and I got a hug instead of a handshake. Whoo! So obviously a nice guy, but...
But what, right? That's what I'm trying to figure out! Do I just need to give it time? Or is my inclination right, have my two extremely entertaining best guy friends ruined me, spoiled me?! They make me laugh and constantly entertain me with their adventures of all sorts. This guy, not so entertaining. I only laughed once or twice in the hour and a half we were together. This seems like a problem. It isn't that he isn't interesting... maybe we aren't comfortable with each other yet. I don't know, but I figure another date can't hurt. So we'll see what happens.
Any insight? Any knowledge on this front that I'm missing that anyone can fill me in on? Or do I just need to figure it out with time and experience?
Answer three, huh? That's what I thought. Darn.
Here is a totally unrelated pic for you... the sunrise on my way to work the other day.
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