This last weekend L went away for a guys weekend in Bend. His good friend is getting married here in a few short weeks, so they got the crew together for a bachelor party ((weekend)). Before L left I kept joking him how I was going to finally be able to hog the TV with my trashy reality shows…. This happened but not exactly how I had planned.
Friday evening I arrived home later than usually to four very excited pooches. They had eaten but I soon remembered that I haven’t and my personal chef wasn’t home. Insert first moment of complete heartache. My father in law saved me in a pinch with Thai food, but I quickly realized these two days were going to a lot harder than I had anticipated. Going to be wasn’t easy but it wasn’t a walk in the park either. The dogs even had a very restless night.
Saturday morning wasn’t awful. Wake up, made coffee, and then had some outside time with the dogs. Lief was so upset. He kept running to the car building thinking L was in there just working on one of his projects. I finally opened it just to show him we really were abandoned ((joking)).
The day progressed without any exciting developments. The dogs and I found ways to fill our time by Netflixing/reorganizing our closet. We eventually got ourselves done up take my brother in law out for his birthday. If you’re ever in Portland and have a strange craving for soul food and a 40 oz of PBR, please go to the Delta Cafe. It’s safe to say I ate my feelings Saturday night. I was in full depressed mode.
Waking up Sunday was exciting. L was coming home! I always saw myself as this independent strong willed gal. I know what I want in life, but I quickly learned over the weekend I need my partner in crime. We spend a lot of time together and I guess I really enjoy it. The second L got out of the car I couldn’t stop hugging him. I refused even after he asked me to. I still very much feel like my own person but I’m learning how the piece of paper know as a marriage certificate really added to my feelings. It makes everything feel more permanent. Its a very safe happy place to be.
Ok sorry I rambled…. I write exactly how I talk. Unorganized. Here’s some photo’s from the weekend of trying to keep my mind of my missing half ((my husband)).
P.S. I’m ending this post with a food picture. We eat a very specific way known as Paleo. If you know anything about it wheat ((even most gluten free items)) are off limits. Well my most favorite breakfast is blueberry pancakes. Well lucky me my father in law made me a special batch Sunday morning. And yes, I ate all four!!
Have you ever had one of those weekends where you were completely bored but utterly content at the same time? Well that was our weekend. A typical summer weekend is usually filled to the brink with activities where we’re on the go non-stop. And to be honest that was our plan until Friday evening rolled around…
On Friday we had plans to go over to our close friends for a birthday BBQ. Of course we went but only after I sat in traffic for two hours just to get home. ((Dear Friday night traffic, please stop being terrible)). L and I don’t drink during the week so it was exciting to have a reason to celebrate. I picked up some hard ciders and off we went.
I love when are friends have bbq’s. Its so simple and everyone just comes as they are to just relax. We met some new people. L got to reconnect with old high school friends. Things were going smoothly until I tried a sweet drink by the name of Fireball. Let me tell you, that stuff taste just like cinnamon but its hard! I only had half a shot but within an hour I was toasted.
When I was younger getting schwasted was just part of my life, but the last few years I haven’t been interested. I don’t like the feeling and want to be more in control of myself.
Well here’s where the fun stuff kicks in… I was schwasted by the time we got home! That was 10pm! I don’t remember the five minute drive home. When I woke up Saturday morning my head was pounding and as soon as I sat up I knew I better rush my booty into the bathroom and quick.
The next two hours were spent between rushing to the bathroom and trying to drink some water. Laying down in bed was impossible because sweet Max and my sweet Olive wanted their usual Saturday morning snuggles. I eventually gave up and went to the couch.
Needless to say Saturday was shot. We were suppose to go to our rental house and then to the river. L and I were lazy and stayed on the couch all day.
Moral of this is I’m going to continue only drinking on the weekends and will forever stay clear of Fireball. And enjoy the not filled to the brink day from time to time.
Soooo I went UBER cheese on this one. I wanted to test out my new self timer app.
Lately I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Nothing incredibly serious… Just this pesky thing called body image. So vain, I know, but it’s there all the time right now. I can’t seem to shake that inner demon every time I’m about to eat or drink something.
In my long-lost past I was a huge calorie counter. I knew how many I wasn’t consumer and how “awesome” I was going to look because of it. Now I feel those day’s coming back.
Being that its summer we spend a lot of time outside whether it be canoeing, the river with friends, and of course the pool. I’m worried these feelings will effect the good time I could be having. I’m already noticing these feelings getting in my thoughts at work. I work with awesome people but I’m too busy worried about how I look in my outfit compared to everyone else. That’s not how I want to spend my day.
I guess this is something I’m going to have to be conscious of and work on. I talk to L about it regularly. I know I’m going to need help from my partner in order to stay on the healthy path instead of the “easy” path.
In other news, we’ve been doing a lot of thinking about life in general. I’ve been having these moments that remind of my just graduated high school self. As soon as you’ve walked across that stage, diploma in hand, everyone wants to know what you plan on doing with your life. Something similar is happening now that we’re married.
So to help everyone out, we’re not entirely sure what the plan is. We have a lot of the basics figured out. Some of the other stuff we want to figure out as they come. Isn’t that why people get married? To go through the unexpected stuff with someone they know they can make it through with…
We just want to enjoy life. And we plan on doing that as much as possible. First example is the river this weekend with friends. ((I’ve been counting the minutes until Saturday))
Well the lovely ladies over at A Beautiful Mess gave me yet another great idea. A 30 day self portrait challenge. So for the next 30 days I’m going to be practicing my selfie skillzzz. Ha!
Well actually I’m just excited to have an excuse to practice my photography in general. So wish me luck and we’ll see how this all goes!