Category Archives: Written by Jessica Mae

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We have a blog and we should use it.

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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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!

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.

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

Welcome Home Dear

Mark has been gone this week. His absence resulted in me discovering something about myself. I’m a slob. I woke up early this morning to clean the apartment and boy did it need it. There were clothes all over the living room, the bathroom, even the dining room (area). How did this happen? Why is it so hard to take off my clothes and place in the hamper rather then leave them right where I strip? Also, why am I disrobing in the dining room (area)? Then there is the kitchen! I haven’t done dishes since Mark left. There were some things in the sink that I didn’t recognize. While cleaning this morning I was so grateful that I have Mark to impress and he helps me keep my slob away. Welcome home. The home needs you just as much as I, even if it is only for 12 hours.

Yes, Sir!

Names I call Mark:

Mark

Marky

Mr. Mark

Przybyla (this is mostly in public when he isn’t answering to to Mark)

Baby

and my personal favorite Sir.

It started out as a joke. “Would Sir like something to drink?” I would ask Mark jokingly. I wanted him to know that I may be willing to be his partner and get him his desired beverage, but I will never be his ‘little woman’. The only problem was I started to like calling him Sir. I started to say it with less sarcasm in my voice and more respect. I started to think of him as ‘the man of the house’,  I started to treat him that way, and even addressing him that way. I know it may be odd for a feminist California girl’s sweetest nick name for here husband is Sir, but so it is for me.

Hello world!

Hello world!! We are Mark and Jessica Mae Przybyla. We met early 2009 and since then we dated, fell in love, got married, and are currently  working on living happily ever after. This blog came about because I sent Mark an email with a bunch of recipes and a subject line of “We need a recipe book… or something.” His response was, “Why don’t we just start a blog?” Tu che Mr. Mark! We should have a blog, and now we do.