Archive for February, 2012

Get Shredded

February 23rd, 2012

I’m one month from my LAST spring break ever, which means I’m one month away from bathing suit season and about 6,000 months away from the super-bod. Plus the set back of the fatty footy really put a kabosh on my exercising. I’ve been itching to get back to sweating, but A) I was lazy and B) my foot hurt (mostly A though…) Then like some sort of mind reading thing, this lovely Southern Belle put a bat call out there for Jillian Michael’s 30 day Shred – again. I’ve done Jillian’s a few times and have always had success with her. The last time I was hanging with her, I was able to whip out 30 REAL pushups and a 2 minute plank. Since then I’ve definitely gotten the loose chicken arms again and can only do 10 pushups without becoming wobbly jello or about 30 seconds of a plank before I collapse on the floor.

So when Jenna said she’s doing the 30 Day Challenge… I sighed, shook my head (cuz I really DIDN’T want to do it!), and decided to put on my  big girl panties and get “serious” about working out again. I took my measurements and got to shredding. Again.

I’m excited about the virtual group aspect of working out together, but I’m really not too excited about Jillian. I’ve seen her videos so many times, I’ve memorized all her cheesy lines plus I get bored (note: NOT the same as unchallenged!). But the thought of my spring break has me flailing around in my living room, cursing at the screen, and cringing at my 5 and 8lb weights (yup, weak little chicken arms). I won’t be doing it in 30 consecutive days because the Hus and I have a standing workout date Sunday.Tuesday.Thursday where we jog on adjacent treadmills and try to outrun each other for 30+ minutes. And since they say, “The couple that exercises together…. well they get to eat bon bons together because they just worked out!” (they Do say that, right?) I won’t be giving up my bon bon gym dates with my main squeeze. Plus Tuesdays and Wednesdays I definitely don’t have time for a two-a-day workouts, so I’ll be hanging with Jillian about 4-5x/week.

So here’s to shredding. Again. To getting rid of the chicken arms. To hating Jillian again. And to strength. And to being able to lift those damn 8lb weights up to my eyes in the last shoulder movement.

3 days down, 13 real pushups done, 40 second plank. Boom. I got this.

Return of the Best Of’s

February 22nd, 2012

My life is pretty great. I’m very blessed… I just need to remember to write down all my little blessings and best parts of my day again… So it’s here again, long overdue, a summary of what’s been going on for the past few weeks:

Sunday 1.29: I love our Sundays together… they’re relaxing, this day was sunny… we had a really nice day together that rejuvenated us for the week

Tuesday 1.31: Happy Hour with some of my peeps! Good drinks and good people in my life… what more could I ask for?
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Friday 2.3: I had lunch and fro yo in the sun with a few friends then  had the longest ever fondue date which was hilarious and delicious, a perfect combo.
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Sunday 2.5: San Diego harbor tour and a super Superbowl with our homies.
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Wednesday 2.8: We had a welcome home party for a friend who just moved back to Ca. And welcome her we did, a la BJs pizza style!

Thursday 2.9: Went for a nice walk with my neighbor. I think she’s sick of me peeping over her fence and saying, “Howdee Ho Neighbor!” (10 points if you can name that show…)

Friday 2.10: Dinner with the neighbors. Italiano, princepessa!

Monday 2.13: I chaperoned a couple on their walk… leave room for the Holy Spirit, you two! No PDA until you’re married!

Tuesday 2.14: Remember when I said we don’t “do” Valentine’s day? Well I got the sweetest card from the Hus PLUS a dozen beautiful roses! We completed our Valentine’s tradition with pizza and watching a RomCom. …sigh. It must be love

Thursday 2.16: Merrick made my lunch in the morning! Usually I make the lunches, but today he made mine. Thanks, stud!

So there ya have it… the best part of February in a nut shell. And as they say, “The best is yet to come…” (do they say that?)

Compromise

February 19th, 2012

It’s Saturday night and after a long day of studying at the library, I just want to finish the books at home and hang with my maaayyyn.

My Mister wants to have people over for movie night and drinks.

I’m not interested in hanging with people at all. Call me anti-social, but that’s how things are floating these days.

So instead, he plans on meeting friends OUT, while I drop him off at the bar and walk myself to the Barnes & Noble across the street.

He really wanted to have people over. I really wanted to study in peace.

Guess that’s why they call it compromise… funny, I always thought “compromise” meant, “your wife is always right.”

…sigh. I guess I’m learning in this marriage thing.

Plus the promise of Golden Spoon frozen yogurt after my study session/his beer session  helped me “compromise” a little easier.

When ya know, ya know. Ya know?

February 17th, 2012

Since we’ve been married, I’ve gotten asked a few times, How did you know Merrick was THE ONE?’

The short, cliche answer: I just knew. When ya know, ya know.

There obviously is A LOT that goes into a relationship and deciding who’s who, and I by no means am any relationship guru. All I know is what I’ve learned in my few short years of being in loooooove. I love that foo’ to death, and sometimes I swear he is leading me to an early death. Even so, I wouldn’t trade him for a second and I’ve never once doubted he’s THE ONE for me. However, there are a few tangible things that helped me pinpoint my life partner:

-No doubt. With the right one, the right relationship, there’s never a doubt about it. There’s not a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something isn’t right. I’ve noticed a number of people in serious long term relationships who want to make it work so bad. And they try and try and try, but it’s not meant to be. I think all too often people in the wrong relationships try and convince themselves it’s the right one, or reassure themselves all the fights and tears and drama are “normal.” Now obviously the fights and tears come with the right relationship too, but the drama is minimal. Plus when you’re fighting with THE ONE, you work harder to fix the fights – you apologize quicker and try to be better. If there’s even a hint of doubt, that’s not the right relationship

-Fear and worry vs fear and excitement: There’s something scary about deciding to spend the rest of your life with someone. But if there is actual fearfulness of spending the.rest.of.every.live.long day with that person, that’s not right.  Was I  scared when I realized Merrick and I were meant to be? Absolutely. But a good scared. Not fearful-for-my-future-and-well-being-and-happiness, but scared of the unknown. But I was also just so damn excited to START my life with him, and forever couldn’t come fast enough. I wasn’t at all scared I’d be “missing out” or of  getting locked down too soon. I wasn’t worried I made the wrong choice. I wasn’t upset I hadn’t “sown all my wild oats.” I was excited to have all the experiences with him.
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You want to share your life: I’ve heard people’s responses when asked, “Think you’ll marry him?” and she says, “I don’t want to get married, I want to travel and see the world.” When you’re with the right person, you still want to travel and see the world, but you want to see the world WITH your partner. Traveling and other “single” activities become meaningless unless you have that ONE to share it with.

-They make you want to be a better person: Merrick is so much of a better person that I am. He is incredibly patient and generous and non-judgmental, etc etc… Often times, I feel so beneath him in all of his qualities, but instead of him berating me for my lack of patience, he is sweet and loving and inspires me to be more patient. I find that I work harder to be like him and to be a good wife to him, to be the wife he needs me to be (that one’s a toughie…)
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-They put up a good fight. I’m not a very good fighter. I get impatient (see above…), I interrupt, I cry, I throw tantrums… Merrick is a good fighter. He fights fair. No name calling or interrupting (most times…). Plus he doesn’t let me walk all over him. Who wants a door mat? As much as I love being right, I don’t want a “Yes” man.

-You don’t have to change: If you’re with the right person, they won’t expect you to change. They will you love you perfectly despite your imperfections. Now I’m sure as much as Merrick would love me to be less of a stress ball, he’s accepted me for my craze and loves me despite it.

-The big things line up: Agreeing on everything in a relationship would be boring and is unrealistic. But agreeing on the big ticket items is crucial. Health, money, religion and family are some non negotiables Merrick and I both agreed upon when we were dating. We had the same idea of healthy living, that saving money was important, that family comes first and above all – our faith. Although we may still have disagreements within those categories, like how much I NEED those new shoes or which family gets which holiday, our foundations about those things remain aligned.

-Cheese and camping: Merrick tells our friends, “When I found out Katie loved cheese and hated camping, that was it. I knew right then she was the ONE!” :) Sometimes, it is that simple
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Songs of my life

February 13th, 2012

Do you have certain songs that just take you back? Ones that make you tear up or laugh and reminisce? I get very touched by songs. I hardly every cry in a movie, but I’ll tear up at a good song. I was parousing through my music on random the other day and some songs just jumped out at me. For a great throw back, put your iPod or Pandora on random and just feel the jams.

“Collide” by Howie Day: This is one of Merrick and my first songs. He put it on a mixed cd for me titled “Underage CAM” which were my to-be-initials if we ever got married. I kinda liked the “Cam” thing so I decided to keep him for his last initial. And the “Underage” was because whenever we’d go out together, I’d always get carded and my old man wouldn’t, so I was his Underage Cam.
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“My Love is  Your Love” by Whitney Houston: oh my gosh this one takes me back… Back circa 1998-ish, my sisters, cousins and I all choreographed a dance (if it can be called that…) for my Grandmama on some big birthday. It was recorded and SO embarrassing! Thankfully, no pictures.

“Let’s Get Outta This Town” by Carrie Underwood: Merrick and I got engaged in a beach town about half hour from his place. This song came on during the drive down to our beach hotel when we were “getting out of town.” This song always puts a smile on my face when I think about when we took the next step towards forever.
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“Bubbly” by Colbie Caillat: You know the part in the beginning where she goes, “Will you count me in?” Our friends Josh and Andrea visited us December 2007 and this song was the hottest thing. The guys thought it was hilarious to chime in, “Merrick/Josh, will YOU count me in?”
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“You are the Best Thing”
by Ray LaMontagne: Although the words actually remind me of the Hus, this song takes me back to my Homes – my younger brother. We’re 12 months apart and the bestest of buds. I was always into Top 40 pop music but he dug the more undiscovered bands (and Ray wasn’t quite as big then as he was now) . So thanks for introducing me to some good jams, Homes. Go Wings.
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“Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays” by NSYNC: My sisters and my FAVORITE Christmas album. My brother and my Dad’s most hated Christmas album. We start playing it right around Thanksgiving and it’s become this huge joke to the guys who aren’t as infatuated with 90’s boy bands as the girls are. Every Christmas season, my sisters, momma and I dance in the kitchen with hairbrush microphones and pretend we’re rockstars.

NSYNC jamming caught in action!
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“Yeah” by Usher: My college girlfriends and I went to a country-line-dancing bar a few times, and one time there was an intermission from the country songs and this song came on. We were the ONLY cowgirls dancing to Usher and we thought we were so awesome and hilarious. This was THE song of 2006!
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“Mama’s Song” by Carrie Underwood: Reminds me of my Mamma and of me telling her about this good, good man I met and that I couldn’t wait for her to meet him because I knew she’d love him too.

And I know you watched me grow up, and only want what’s best for me, and I think I found the answer to your prayers…. Mamma there’s no way you’ll ever lose me. Giving me away is not goodbye…
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“Once in a Lifetime” by Keith Urban: This one is definitely for the Mister. This song totally summed up the nervous/excited feelings I had when I realized he was The One.

And don’t fear it now, we’re going all the way… It’s a long way down, and it’s a leap of faith, but we’re never giving up. Cuz I know we’ve got a once in a lifetime love…”
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Friday thoughts

February 10th, 2012

-Wrapping up another week, time flies. I’m half way done with this semester already and only 4 more months to go until I’m set free. BIG YIKES!

-I’m cursing being a girl as I’m doubled over in pain. Even the big guns (800mg of Motrin) aren’t cutting it. Oh, boy I can’t WAIT to get pregs and have that feeling for 10 whole months AND THEN it gets WORSE. No thank you. Someone bring me something salty and chocolatey stat.

-Speaking of pregs, Merrick and I think it’s hilarious when we leave these books out on our table and our friends come over and see them
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For the record, I’m in my OB class and am writing a paper on public resources in pregnancy. Either way, we get a good chuckle to ourselves when people see the books, look up at us with wide expectant eyes, or concern that I have a drink in my hand. I’m so glad I’ve got my Mister… only he and I would find that stuff funny, and it’s way better than laughing to myself, cuz then I’d just look crazy.

-Speaking of papers, I’m going to be stuck inside all weekend writing about preterm labor, hypertension and dizziness. And it’s supposed to be BEAUTIFUL out! Waahhh! No sun fo you!

-Although my fatty footy is mostly healed, I still haven’t ventured a run on it. I don’t have to wear the brace anymore and I walked a whopping 3.65 miles yesterday. But it’s still swollen and gives out pretty easy, even just taking off my sock the wrong way makes me catch my breath. So in addition to spending the weekend studying, I won’t even get my outdoor exercise… To the sorority machine elliptical it is!

-I’ve been really missing my family recently. I don’t ever get “homesick” anymore because I am home, but I’ve been missing them more. Thank God for cell phones, but then it sucks cuz I can’t just text my international sista. But the fam’s coming out to visit in June! Yippie!
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-It’s Valentine’s Weekend… blah blah blah, who cares! We don’t “do” Valentine’s Day.

-I’ve got to get back in writing down my “Best Ofs…” Most weeks I still write the best part of my days in my journal and the way I felt Merrick’s love (here’s an idea: Write down the way your husband made you feel loved every day and email it to him at the end of the week. He’ll dig it, and you’ll get lucky a happy Hubby)

-Today was my every-8-week-hair-appointment and my lady curled it and made it look all supa-fly and said, “Now you have to go out on a date!” When in fact we were planning on staying in tonight, reading, watching LOST and eating my crock potted meal. But on my way home, my boyfriend called me and said, “It’s double date night!” Wahoo! And as much of a homebody that I am, The OG and time out with our peeps trumps a Friday night in. Plus, I get to wear the new hair!

Weekend fun!

February 6th, 2012

I had such a fun weekend! Fridays are the ONLY day the Mister and I leave at the same time in the morning, so it started off with us able to have breakfast together then off to the clinic. Clinic ended early and I met my peeps for lunch and frozen yogurt. What could be better than Ray’s Pizza and blue skies and palm trees?
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The Mister came home early and we got ready for a night out! Put on the fancy pants, got the hurrr did and met some Cubans for fondue. The dinner went from 6pm until 10pm full of delicious cheese, chocolate, drinky drinks and hilarious conversation. I like me some Cubans.  For the first time Merrick and I were actually outnumbered with 3 of them (4 half-Cubans + 1 whole ones).
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You know what else I really like? Almond Joy martini’s. That’s right. It was like heaven in a glass. Delicious AND nutritious! (almonds = protein, right?)
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After coming home late, loosening our belts and going promptly into a food coma, we were able to sleep in on Saturday (to a whopping 8.30am wooo!) and got right to it for the day… studying and then babysitting this little bambino for the night.
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Sunday was another Funday. We were go-go-go all day long. Church in the am then headed down to America’s Finest City for a day in the sun. We had gotten a free harbor tour a while ago and were planning on being in SD anyway for a Superbowl party, so we spent the late morning and early afternoon cruising around the beautiful bay area. A couple hours, and a few drinks later, we were back on dry land.
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After a wonderful beach walk (ah how I love you San Diego!), we met up with our peeps at the Hyatt hotel and began the Bowl festivities. Multiple hotel rooms and glasses of champagne later (and a sad loss for the Pats), we said goodbye to the people we love and the city we love and headed back behind the Orange Curtain.

Although it’s a Monday and life goes on and it’s back to the grind… we put in some good hours together this past weekend, lots of fun conversations, great food and time well spent with people we love. And despite the L for the game, I still call this weekend a W in my book.

What if…?

February 2nd, 2012

What if I were to get pregnant? II would have a quick moment of “Oh crap…” but then embrace it. We’re not ready, but sometimes “Ready or not” forces you to get ready real quick. That being said, please do not be on the lookout for a baby bump any time soon. And by the way, I catch you looking at my stomach, that’s a food-baby, not a baby-baby.

What if I could have any job in the world? It would be a slight variation of what I’m doing now but from 10a-2p 3days/week. Or a professional athlete… haven’t figured out what sport yet though.

What if I had a day to myself? I would spend too much time farting around, perhaps go shopping or get my nails done. But then midafternoon/early evening I’d get bored and have to talk to someone or meet up with friends. I can only handle being secluded for a short time … then again, I can only handle being around people for a short time too…

What if I could get married all over again? I wouldn’t. Just kidding, I would. It was the best day of my life. I’d make a few changes however… but I’d keep the groom and I’d keep the day.

What if I could live anywhere in the U.S.? I’d go back to San Diego in a heartbeat. Love that city and I miss living there.

What if I were to have more children? How many more? The SCB is quite the handful as it is. I suppose anymore than I have now would still be a lot. So I’d still say no thanks.

What if I could have any talent in the world? I’d  be the worlds best harmonica player. Or I’d be a really good dancer/singer/musician/photographer/anything artsty that requires talent. I somehow missed out on ALL of those genes.

What if you met me in real life? I have met me. I live with me. And I’m my biggest fan.

What if I went back to school? Merrick would probably shoot me because that’d mean I’d go back for my doctorate and or that I’ve gone crazy (possibly true…) because I swore on everything holy I’d never get my doctorate. I like being married more than I like grad school and me going back once has already caused me enough stress that I take out on my husband.

What if money weren’t an object? We’d be rich! I’d travel and have fancy pants things and be friends with celebrities and never have to worry!

What if I could meet one celebrity? ha speaking of celebrities… Hmm I really like Katherine Heigl, she seems really down to earth and cool.

What if I could only shop at one store for the rest of my life? If there’s only ONE store that’s a one-stop-shop for life the only answer is Target of course. Even beats out Costco.

What if I could choose an animal/pet? Oh I want my little golden retriever puppy so so bad!

What if I could go on a trip right now? I’d go to the Caribbean or Australia, mate

What if I had to choose between a house cleaner and a professional chef? Oh don’t make me choose! House cleaner… no chef… no. How about all of the above

What if I had the option to get plastic surgery? I’m not anti.