say, what?

I had one of those days today. You know, one of those days where you have a revelation. And not a good one. The kind you get and the thought of it makes you sick – literally.

Today was one of those days.

Nothing bad happened. I guess you could just say I had my eyes opened. You realize you have a problem and need to fix it, but lack any will power or motivation to actually do something about it. I want so badly to rid myself of the imperfection, but the little scratch seems to have grown into a festering wound.

The revelation was the salt.

I have vowed to myself that I will fix it. I will make it stop, but we all know how that goes. A vow to myself is as good as dead. Non-existant. Worthless. I need to find another outlet. Another way to keep myself accountable. I’ve even thought about attending an FA meeting, but can’t bring myself to actually go. I hope for my own sake, I eventually do go.

For now, though, I must sit in my own stink and ponder this revelation I’d much rather still be in the dark about…

the day the bathtub kicked my ass

Classes started this week for summer session, and while I find the classes are going to be enjoyable and fun so far (I still have two more to check out tomorrow) I can’t help but feel as though I’ve transported back in time to 5th grade. It’s the same feeling you get when you’re picked last for kickball in gym class. Or that time when you sat down at the lunch table and everyone around you got up and moved to the next table. Or that time a girl dared her ‘boyfriend’ to ‘go out’ with you for a full 24 hours for 2 bags of candy. (Needless to say my experience of middle school wasn’t that great…) I guess that’s what happens when I decide to go back to school and am at least 7 years older than the general population.

After a night of sulking, pining, and pigging out to some fabulous italian food with my good friend, Kelly, I can say I’m starting to feel better. Or at least I was until my date with the bathtub this morning. Yes, the bathtub and I had a fight. He won, if you’re wondering… Although, it was hardly the tub’s fault. I was saying something to the dog, while trying to sing (not very well, mind you)  the song I was blasting (Heart Songs by Weezer… best song ever.) and so I may have slipped slightly on the way in. Now, I was actually getting in to take a shower, but the tub did the damage. We  have the doors on our tub (not a curtain) so we have the door guide things that are mounted on the tub. Well, it seems as though my shin got the brunt of the violence doled out by the whimsical tub, and all I have to show for it now is a big, nasty, purpley, goose-egg lump on my shin, just below my knee. Lesson learned: don’t mess with ceramic tubs with steaming hot water in them. Oddly enough, it’s the same knee that found the brunt of a large white vehicle earlier this year… I’m beginning to wonder if I just might find a suicide note from my left knee.

Anyway, we’ll see how tomorrow goes. The classes sound like fun, but I’m just not sure if I’m up for the prospect of seeing the pretty face of Fellers at 7:30am every Friday morning for the next 11 weeks…

friends, fetch & sweet potatoes

I feel like most of my break has gone to waste. Well, not all of it, but i feel the last two weeks, I’ve done very little. Sure, I’ve ran a bunch of errands, worked some extra hours, read 4 books. It just mostly feels like I’ve been very unproductive.

I’m sure Lucy doesn’t feel this way. She’s been very excited to have me home everyday, and to always have someone to play with. She get so excited in the mornings when she realizes that, for another day, I’m not leaving. We’ve gone on a lot of walks the last couple of weeks. I’m hoping to get her into running with me. There is a 3k in Ault in August that is pet friendly. All the runners are encouraged to bring and run with their pets. If I can get her up to a 3k, I’m going to take her. It could be fun.

Another thing I’ve been getting to do a lot of since I’m home all the time is cook. I love it! Now that cable is included in our rent, I get to watch my guilty pleasure: The Food Network. I think I’d watch it 24/7 if I could. D hated it at first, but I think I’ve even got him hooked. There is a show on that he fell in love with, and he’s got to watch it every day. It’s pretty funny to watch him.

Today for lunch, I made grilled chicked and baked sweet potato fries. MMMmmm. It was delicious. All I needed was a good beer to go with it!

Some of D’s family came up to see us for July 4th celebrations. We took them all to the Rockies game. It was a GREAT game! Almost as intense as the tie breaker game for the playoff wild card last season, but not quite. While we stayed within the 9 inning limit, it wasn’t until the bottom of the 9th that we finally got ahead. The score? 17-18 Rockies. Yep. I do believe that’s the highest scoring game, and possible the game with the most action, I’ve ever seen! That, along with the tie breaker game, will go down in history, and I am lucky enough to say I was there.

We gave the good tickets (D and I have mini-season tickets- tickets to 20 games instead of 80) to his parents, and then we got tickets for us and his brother and his girlfriend in the Rockpile. The Rockpile is a separate section of bleacher seats as far away from home plate you can get inside Coor’s field. However, it turned out to be good, because everyone in the Rockpile section go to go down and watch the fireworks for the 4th of July on the field. It was amazing! I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen such a great fireworks show. And from the same field where Willy Taveras played just hours before! A-Mazing!

My friend Bonnie and I are going to do sushi tonight, I hope. I haven’t had sushi in a while, and I haven’t seen Bonnie in a while. It’s kind of lame that we live in the same city, and only see each other once every couple of months. We are going to get together with Nate and Kelly on Thursday. They are leaving for Portland on Friday, so we won’t get to see them for a while.

Then, Monday starts back to reality. Well, sort of. I have classes on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays next quarter, so I’ll be working on Mondays and Thrusdays. I think I can handle that. I’m excited for most of my classes. A little nervous about one or two, and I know I don’t get along with a teacher for one of them, so I’ll just have to trudge through. It’s a digital publishing class, though, so I think it’ll be alright.