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I keep feeling that I am looking to the future too much.  Here is how the past year looked.

When I finish school…. When I pass state board… When tax season is over… When Mark finishes school… When I start working in a salon… When Mark finds out where he got into school… When I quit my day job… When we move…When Mark gets a new job…When… When…When…

I feel like I’m so focused on the next step that we forget to enjoy the ride that is today. I’m going to start focusing on the fun things of the here and now. Hope you come with me.

 

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Mark’s bikes are possessed!!!!

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The relationship with my bikes the past couple of weeks has been a little strained let’s say. It’s now to the point that I am starting to think that they are possessed, and out to get me for whatever reason. … Continue reading

June Year’s Resolutions

I just wrote the sentence “There are certain things that need to happen for me to be happy.” Wowza! How it should read is “There are certain things I need TO DO to be happy.” See the difference? The first is passive, things need to happen to me for me to be happy. The second is full of personal responsibility and doing. There are certain things that I have not been doing that make me feel better. I could give you excuses about why I haven’t been a doer, but that isn’t the point of this today. Today is about some dos. Here is a list of June Year’s Resolutions that I know will make me happier.

Do eat real food everyday. Do to my schedule, (if that last phrase where honest it would read “do to it not being a high enough of a priority”) I haven’t been eating a lot of real food.  I realized I that my normal had become skipping breakfast everyday, eaten every other meal out, drinking almost no water, and my exercise consisted of walking from my desk to the copier. I don’t expect or plan to eat perfect, but I can improve. I will eat at least one real meal a day.

Do drink more water. I don’t know how much. Do you? I’ve heard 8cups, or 2 liters, or your weigh in ounces. Who knows what is right? I do know that in general more water improves things for me. Things flow better, my skin looks brighter, and I just plain feel better. I will up my water intake.

Do Move. When I think of exercise I think of tennis shoes and sweating and feeling the burn. If I were to pledge to go the gym everyday and feel the burn it would be a big fat lie. What isn’t a lie and what feels really do able is moving. I can move everyday. I can walk my dog. I can do an at home workout. I can walk on my lunch or dinner break. I can do anything as long as it is moving. I will move more.

Do Forgive.Here is the thing. This isn’t a weight loss program. This is a feel better about myself  program. I know in the past when I take care of my body it pays me back in spirit. I will forgive myself for all the things I’m going to do wrong. I will forgive my self for all the days I won’t do the things on this list.

Do Celebrate. Like I said, I don’t plan on being perfect. I will celebrate my betterness. (better-ness isn’t a word, but it sounds good to me.) Today isn’t the day to give of sweets and treats. Today is day to start celebrating the small victories. Like, yesterday at lunch I drank water instead of soda on top of having a real lunch. Yea me! I will celebrate all the things I’m doing right.

Let’s do this!

My job ROCKS!!!

I have landed one of the funest jobs that I have ever had. This is the new fitness, and recreation center on campus at CSUS. It is complete with a 39’6″ indoor climbing wall. Four racquetball courts, that share a wall with a restroom for those who need the proverbial fecal matter scared out of them. A full weight room, cardio studio, multiple basketball courts, and indoor soccer/hockey facility.

On top of all that we do things like try to set world record dodgeball games. So, along with being the boss, what more could I ask for?

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Another Reason it is Nice to Have Mark

One piece of advice I can give is marry someone who is handy. You never know when you will need to have your car worked on. Isn’t he hot when he is being manly working on my car?!

Getting the M.R.S.

Things I didn’t know about marriage before I was married:

  • Changing my name would be hard emotionally
  • When Mark says he is thirsty and doesn’t get up to get a drink, that really means “Honey, will you go get me a drink”
  • I melt every single time Mark introduces me as his wife
  • When I yell, “FOLLOW THAT FIRE TRUCK!!” he will. Later he will return to the scene of the fire so I can see all the damage.
  • Marriage didn’t fix anything , but somehow it made finding solutions much easier.
  • I  feel safe to share all the deep dark feelings I have with Mark. Things I didn’t know I would ever tell anyone.
  • I want kids and not just because I “should have them” but because creating a family with Mark will be an exciting journey.

What’s mine is mine…what’s yours is mine

“So which car is mine?” I asked one day after Jessica referred to the vehicle I have been making payments on for the past 4 years which she now drives, as hers.

“Don’t you know anything? What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine?” Jessica replied.

I recently discovered that this this saying also applies not only to cars, but to both closet and bathroom space as well. This discovery comes from having gone from being the single occupant of an apartment, to being the cohabitant of what’s now HER apartment.

Now I know the men out there are probably cheering, and saying things like, “You tell them,” or “You go man!” However, I know that us men are just as possessive, and have just as much “stuff,” if not more, than women. I can attest to this as I have been spending my free time this week cleaning and organizing OUR apartment.

Yeah I may be outnumbered in the bathroom, but I think I win in the other rooms. Especially with two bikes, a 10ft kayak, scuba equipment, etcetera. That’s just the short list from what was once my “bachelor pad.” but I think you get the picture. In fact, I would like to emphasize that I referred to the apartment as OURS earlier, and I truly do regard everything as OURS, and not just the apartment.

This phrase has just become one of our many little inside jokes that we share, and laugh at when we are together. Merging our “stuff” together has actually been fun, and is just part of merging our lives together. However, don’t let Jessica fool you, she loves the plasma TV just as much as I do.

What does no parking mean?

I saw this while shopping at Target this evening and was left with a few questions

1. Does no parking only apply to cars?

2. If they needed the cart to get to their car how did they get in the store, and then how did they return the key to Target?

3. Did the person realize that they no have prevented a wheelchair van from using that space to unload as it was intended?

4. Do they even care that someone may need that space next to unload a wheelchair?

Summer Light Chicken Salad

As Jessica wrote, one of the driving ideas behind our blog was to share recipes that we have found and both love. This was the first recipe that Jessica suggested we try. The dressing may seem to be a bit odd with nutmeg, lemon, and garlic mixed together, but the flavors really do mesh superbly and the dressing truly is what makes this salad wonderful. Both of us fell in love with it from the first bite and now we are sharing it with all of you.

DRESSING:

1/3 c. vegetable oil
1/3 c. lemon juice
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. fresh garlic, minced

Salad:

2 1/2 c. cooked chicken, cubed
1 c. halved, seedless red grapes
1 c. (2 stalks) celery, sliced 1/4 inch thick
1/4 c. green onions, sliced
4 c. leaf lettuce, shredded

In jar with lid combine all dressing ingredients. Shake to mix. In large bowl combine all salad ingredients except lettuce. Toss salad with half of dressing. Cover and refrigerate at least 1 hour. Place lettuce on serving platter; top with salad. Drizzle remaining dressing over salad and lettuce.

Update: Below are a couple pics after I modified the salad using cucumbers, and sweet peppers in lieu of celery, and green onions. Enjoy!

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No, We Aren’t Pregnant

Last night as Mark and I took a leisurely stroll after dinner. We talked about our future, our dreams, ending on the topic of our future children. When we first got together we agreed that two was the perfect number of children. One girl and one boy. We hadn’t figured our if our girl or boy would be first, but we had time to do that. We would never be out numbered. If we were alone with the kids our hands would always equal the number of kids, meaning we could control any situation. We were confident that two was the right number for us. One boy, Mark Winston Przybyla, III, nickname undecided. One Girl, Eleanor Joy*, Elle-Joy** for short. (I have long known that I wanted my first daughter to be named after my sister…yeah, I know it is a stretch… but work with me here!).

Since Mark and I have gotten married we have felt strongly that we should be open to more children. We both feel that if children agree with us and we with them then, yes, we will have more, as many as feels right. As of now neither of us can imagine more then four, but thankfully we don’t have to make these hard family planning decisions yet.

While we were walking I told Mark that we only have the two names picked out but we have been discussing more then two children. Meaning we need to get on naming those fictional children of ours, or else…. or else they will come here and we STILL won’t have names for them. I will be the bad mother that refers to her children as numbers. NUMBERS, MARK, NUMBERS!!  I can’t be that kind of mother! Mark has learned that when I start hyperventilating about the trials of our future family it is faster and easier to solve said fictional future problem then to give me the ol’ “we will cross that bridge when we get there” line. Mark starts to suggest names.

“Bartholomew?”

“Bart? No!!”

“Well nothing like George… or anything that boring”

“I could do George, if his middle name is Washington.”

“Abraham Lincoln?”

“Next thing you know we will be naming our next son John Adams. No, too citchy. We aren’t doing any citchy family names!!”

“Ok, how about Homer?”

“No! NO SIMPSON’S NAMES!!”

“Zedekiah”

“I’m OK with biblical names but normal ones: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John…”

“The Acts? Romans?”

“NO!! NO!! What about Zion? Or Noah?”

“…” Mark totally bored

“No, Noah is too trendy. How about Judah? Or Trent? Or Jacob? Or Michael after my dad? Or….”

“…”

“I really like the name Sylar, but can we really name our son after the villain in Heroes?”

“No one will even remember Heroes by the time we have children.”

So God, we are letting you decide, do you want us to name our second son after the villain from Heroes, or do you want to give us daughters?

*We call dibs on Eleanor Joy

**Dibs on Elle-Joy too