I came home today to find the fence almost complete (!) and my entire downstairs scrubbed to perfections (!!!). After some brief puttering, Ross and I then made our way out to Brookland Park to watch what turned out to be the epitome of boyness.
It all started with a challenge. MattWhite bet Nate that Nate couldn’t run a half marathon (that’s 13.1 miles). Nate, being a boy, insisted he could. MattWhite, also being a boy, decided to make a bet out of it. Whoever won the best would get to take Shelly out on a date. Whoever lost the bet would have to pay for the date. Don’t worry, they cleared it with Shelly before anything was finalized, and trust me, spending an evening with Shelly is guaranteed to be fun/hilarious/magical. I might even run 13.1 miles to be guaranteed an evening with her.
Being the social guy that he is, MattWhite decided to make this event into a party. So, a few of us headed over to a grassy area in the center of the predetermined route. We set up a grill, had some snacks, and exploded into encouraging screams, whoops, and applause when Nate passed by about every 45 minutes. It concluded with Nate crossing the finish line (yes, there was a finish line) after about 3 hours. Pretty good for someone who had never run more than 4 miles in a row in his life.
The whole time I kept thinking, “This situation would never happen with two girls.” Then I kinda wished I were a boy, like how I feel when I watch movies like The Sandlot.
Now we’re home and heading off to bed soon. The in-laws are coming over early tomorrow to finish up the fence and we both need to get some serious rest. I’m happy, sleepy, and not *completely* covered in bug bites. I’d say it’s a pretty good start to the weekend.
First incident: I had a really hard time putting on my tights today. I got them about halfway up my legs and then they wouldn’t budge. I then realized that they were a size that I haven’t worn for about 3 years. Why do I even still have them?
Second incident: I couldn’t understand why I felt so fat today. Then I remebered that the skirt I’m wearing is actually one size too small. Again, why do I even have this skirt?
Sigh.
I promise you, I am normally not a suspicious, socially awkward ass. When Ross and I were in Ukrop’s today and you came up and asked me if I had a blog, I was so taken aback and shocked that my immediate reaction was that you must have mixed me up with someone. Even though I *do* have a blog, I was convinced that no one actually *reads* it. That’s probably why I squinted my eyes at you and demanded that you tell me the name of the blog you were referring to. Honestly, I almost wanted to ask you what my tattoo looks like or what my dogs’ names are to see if you were for real. In any event, if we ever cross paths again, I promise from the bottom of my heart that I will not be a bumbling, somewhat asshole-ish (though it was completely inadvertent) fool.
Thanks for reading. I hope you keep on doing it and don’t start some meme about how I suck.
All the love in my heart,
Valerie
So we all know that I’ve pulled a muscle in my chest, blah blah, blah. Well, you’d think after talking about it so much I’d realize that I’d be more aware of it in my everyday life. No. I’m not. In fact, I believe I’ve pushed myself even further since my doctor told me to take it easy.
Case in point: yesterday. Ross has been begging for some low-riding book shelves to sit next to our low-riding bed. Being the wonderful wife that I am, I decided to take care of the problem yesterday since it was a half-day at school. I went to Target and found a very cheap and very workable answer to my husband’s request. So, I loaded them up in my cart, then loaded them into my car, then loaded them out of my trunk, them loaded them up to my porch, then loaded them up the stairs. Lots of loading, as you can see.
About 2 hours after everything was put together, I started to feel that slight twinge that had been plaguing me for the last few weeks. The twinge then turned into a throb which turned into an invisible person punching me in the chest. Then I said, “I am an idiot.”
I woke up today and had a ridiculously hard time physically getting myself out of bed. It hurt to raise my arms to wash my hair in the shower. Putting on a shirt almost killed me. I smell like Icy/Hot. It’s gonna be a great day.
