Wednesday, June 27, 2007

tired blood

Looks like I'm anemic. Cause unkown, as of yet. More complete set of blood work was done yesterday and I've got a colonoscopy coming up. On one hand, this may actually explain a good deal of what's been ailing me lately. If iron-deficiency is the culprit, it could explain my restless leg syndrome diagnosis. But this explains the fatigue, always being cold, looking washed out, and a few other symptoms. I haven't felt good in a while and I've been beating myself up over it. Now to track down the cause.

The thought of taking vitamins and iron, however, makes my toes curl. All I can think of are the pre-natals I had to take when pregnant with Pebbles. Hurl.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Off the wagon

Not exercising and eating like crap. Why the HELL do I think I can keep trigger foods in the house?

Monday, June 25, 2007

thank goodness

Someone finally has some sense!

Accents

I rearranged some of my plantings over the weekend and installed some solar lights. I'm really pleased with how they look. Lighting really can make a big, dramatic difference in the landscape.

Short run on Sunday 3.5 miles followed by yardwork and then an afternoon matinee to see Shrek 3. Nice way to spend the day. We tried to get pics of the Caddy, but all the batteries were dead, so it went back to it's home at the airport without being photographed.

Friday night was our long-delayed date night. I took Bick out for Moroccan Rack of Lamb for Two - with green tomato chutney, satueed asparagus and sweet corn risotto. Throw in a nice big cab from Argentina and it was a lovely meal. We followed it up with a trip to a local joint to hear some y'allternative music - M@x Stalling. Good stuff. It was nice to go on a date - Bick and I are both homebody-hermits at heart.

I am still up in the air about the run on the 4th. I know I can finish a 5 miler, but I don't think I can finish it in the timeframe allowed and I don't really want to. Pebbles has backed out, which is no big surprise. I am hoping for some hiking while I'm home, though.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Accentuate the positive.

Roxie

Thursday, June 21, 2007

No No Norway

At looks like the Oslo trip isn't going to come to pass - at least not in the short term. Bick still thinks it will happen, he's just not sure when. So I'm disappointed, but I hadn't fully counted on it in the first place.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Back at it

I've been eating decently for the past few days and I actually went to strength training yesterday with that horrible instructor - who when not in a small room and constantly yelling, wasn't so bad. I am very, very sore today. I leave for vaca at the end of next week and I don't know if I am going to make the run on the 4th. Pebbles has already backed out.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Waterlogged

Bick's stepdad passed away on Friday, so when the call came in, we dropped everything and ran....to Sherman. The funeral was Monday, but they don't know when they can actually bury him.

Friday, June 15, 2007

If I'm very lucky

If Bick's company gets this job they are bidding on, he and I will be going to 0sl0 in July. I know I shouldn't jinx it, but I am so incredibly excited at the possibility. It is, however, far from a done deal.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Nice pants

An update on the pants story. Unbelievable.

I'm still eating too much and not getting enough exercise, so my pants are starting to feel snug. Damn, how I hate that feeling. It makes me feel so defeated.

I rubbed a bad, bad blister on my foot on Saturday's walk and re-hurt it last night on a stroll with Bick. He's still trying to do the quit smoking thing, although he did back-slide when the neighbor came over to hang out. So I guess I can say he hasn't bought any smokes in over two weeks. Anyway, he's still trying and is back on the straight and narrow. We are working on an exercise/walking schedule that will work better for him. He's leaning towards a 5am jaunt and I said I'd get up and join him, so we'll see if that starts next week. It won't be enough exercise to work for me, at least initially as he works himself into being more fit, but it will be something everyday.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do these pants make my ass look big?

-Roxie

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Run for the border

In the process of discussing the new house, another idea emerged. What about retiring south of the border? The idea is intriguing and might change the plans for building. We might be able to opt out of the rat race a bit sooner and soak our toes in the non-Atlantic ocean a few years earlier and for a few years longer. Bick is a coast-guy at heart and baHAHAHAHA just might be a viable option.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

I'm alive, but I may be the only one

Decent weekend. 7 mile walk. I just couldn't face running. I'm off to strength training today.

Bick managed to kill all the fish this weekend. Actually, we had some weird water thing happening - so I can't say that he did it. I managed to kill my favorite garden frog with the weedeater. Someone ran over my "pet" jackrabbit.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Is there a bitch in here or is it just me?

Just got back from a strength training class with a new instructor. It was like flashback to high school PE. There are just some people who can make me feel like an absolute slug - Lord, I wanted to hurt her. It's people like her who turn girls and women off of athletic/physical activity. It was like having a Marine leading the exercises. This is not the experience that I am after.

Yes, I do want to work hard and yes, bitch, I could probably outlast you. Don't let this flabby ass fool you. But I don't want to be called out in class. I've got a bad neck right now and I'm going to protect it. I'm not getting graded on this shit and I'm not getting paid for it, so just back the fuck off! Quit barking at me. This is supposed to be a collegial and encouraging class that promotes healthly improvements in life style and fitness. Your style leaves a lot to be desired as we are supposed to leave the class tired, but invigorated, not discouraged and feeling inferior. Fuck you.

Do you like my outfit?

I'm wearing krankypants topped with C's Sombrero of Hate. For no known reason, apparently. Actually, I think it may be the first skirmish in the Thermostat Wars. Yesterday was a decent enough day - got some work done, got my run in, etc. but I started getting irritable on the commute home. It's a long damn commute in fucking bumper-to-bumper traffic and it's getting hotter and the humidity is up in the bazillions. My AC is sort of fritzing out on me and Bick promised to replace the fan motor, but he keeps forgetting that one tool he needs to bring home from work to do what he says is a 15 minute job to replace a 15 dollar part. Okay, I understand forgetting. I forget. He forgets. He asked me to remind him and I didn't. And it is certainly not his responsibility to fix this - I do not want to grow to depend upon him for things such as this. I never want to get to the point again where I feel so helpless when something mechanical goes amiss. But the reader's digest version is that I was hot and sweaty and pissy when I got home.

And I go into the house. Or as I would deem it, the fucking freezer, complete with gale force winds. I don't mind the ambient temperature as much as I do the goddamn registers that blow cold air up my back and on my neck when I'm trying to fix dinner. There are really only two useable counter prep areas in the kitchen and both are over-served by the fucking registers that blow cold air right on me. And blowing cold air right on me is one SURE way to piss me the fuck off. We've looked for register covers that direct the air in a different direction, but we haven't been able to find them. Yes, I know it is very princess-and-the-pea-ish - I'm pissed because I'm too hot and then I'm pissed off because I'm too cold. And I didn't sleep well; I don't like my pillow, it makes my neck hurt more and I think that last night, I quite literally had my panties in a wad. Grrrr.

And Bick is the one quitting smoking. Good thing he was in a good mood.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Keep your cool.

-Roxie

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Nuge and other classics

I'd like to thank VH1's Classic RockFest for getting my ass moving today at lunch. Iwas so not into running today until I was flipping channels and came across VH1. First up, Ted in full 80's hair and white spandex wailing on guitar. Got me jump started. AC/DC, Crue, Kinks and others kept me moving my entire 5k. Thanks to Tommy Lee, my ass didn't grow today.

The exterior

Exterior

1. Exterior is non-monolithic. Different finishes to create visual interest on what will be a pretty plain envelope.
2. Exterior elements are to be as maintenance free as possible. Possibilities to include stained-through stucco, rock, brick, copper, tin (old and new), cedar and concrete.
3. Outdoor living area. I'd like an outdoor kitchenish area. Porches for any-time-of-day and any-time-of-year use. Luxury item: outdoor fireplace.
4. Not all country-with-a-K (to quote Lyn). I'd like a little edge to the design, either in structure or finishes. I like the modern awnings which appear to be hung by steel cables.
5. Placement on the lot is critical. I want to take advantage of prevailing winds to cool, etc.
6. Considering poured concrete walls. CIP?
7.

Administrivia and Tuesday

CowgirlJules, I would love to hear/see more about your parents' place. It sounds very much like what we would like to do.

Pebbles picks up Barkley The Bulldog on Saturday. I think this is a mistake, but it's not my pig.

A big congratulations to C on her completion of her marathon on Sunday. Awesome! I just wish I could buy some of her enthusiasm and determination.

On tap for dinner tonight, Jamacian pork and melon kabobs. Followed by delivery of the futon that Bick has stashed in the extra bedroom to a friend of Sandy's who is in need of some furniture. This means that my bedroom furniture will finally make it's way from Reata South to Reata North. Looks like I'm really moving in.


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Take care of those details.

-Roxie

Monday, June 4, 2007

Honey, I broke the dog and the bolts and the car and the kitchen

I don't even know where to begin. Friday's commute home was hellish. Family dynamics over the property in Washington are boiling over. I made a serious error in finances. And I got my first ever ticket - or at least it arrived in the mail addressed to Bick, but once he said that he must have been caught by a camera, I remembered Sandy's graduation evening and that flash of light I saw. I wondered if I'd just been caught doing a California stop while making a right hand turn on red. First ever moving violation.

Friday's spin class left me hurting, so I elected to walk on Saturday morning, so I thought I would take the dog. We were about an hour and fifteen minutes into our walk when SallieMae just decided that was it. She plopped her happy ass down in the bar ditch that was full of water, sulled up and said "no mas". I really was concerned about her, so I called Bick to come pick us up. He said "Thanks for breaking my dog". Actually, by the time he got there, she had cooled off and was just fine.

Saturday also found Bick replacing the thermostat in the Cadillac. He's decided to sell it. Says that we don't use it enough to justify the expensive of keeping it. The plan was to clean it up and take it, complete with For Sale sign to a local car show (and have a root beer float). Well, as these things some times go, it was a disaster. He didn't have a thermostat gasket, and then tried to cut his own, but couldn't find something or other - a ball peen hammer, maybe, but I was going to the store in town and said I would pick up one for him. My truck was parked in front of the Cadillac, so I took his truck. He didn't tell me that he'd been putting all the bolts he'd pulled of the El Dorado on the bumper. So I flung bolts (how many? he doesn't remember what size? doesn't know) all the way into town. Needless to say, we didn't take the Caddie to the show.

I changed the menu for the weekend, as Sandy loves Chicken Marsala (or thought she did - she was confused with Chicken Piccata) and she was coming over and bringing a friend. Good Lord, that was the most time consuming recipe I believe I've ever fixed. It was wonderful, as were the heirloom green beans I picked that morning, but at the end of the day, I was worn out.

I'm glad to be back to work so that perhaps things will settle down a little.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Don't break stuff.

-Roxie

Friday, June 1, 2007

Will it go 'round in circles

Did my first ever spin class today. I really liked it. I now know what Brian has been talking about. It was nice for a change of pace and it didn't give my body the pounding that running does. I've been diagnosed with some localized arthritis in my neck and while my doc said that running wasn't doing it any good, we haven't had a chance to decide the best thing going forward.

My guess is that I won't feel like running tomorrow.

We've been doing some really interesting cooking as of late. This week I fixed an okra, onion, tomato and corn side, complete with file. Last night was Jamacian pork kabobs with mango, squash, and onion. I fixed a very Italian side - 6 cloves of garlic sauteed with roma tomatoes, white beans, fresh spinach, topped with some good parm and fresh-picked basil. It was quite good. Tonight is chicken marsala, complete with our first batch of heirloom green beans picked from the garden. I never, ever, ever thought I would come to love vegetables, but I've enjoyed these.


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Try new stuff.

-Roxie

You can fight city hall...

I got home last night to find Bick on the front porch, grinning from ear to ear. He'd filed a protest on the over-evaluation of his property and won! He'd been meticulously putting together his case, gearing up for a fight and it didn't happen. He made his case and he won.


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Know your value.

-Roxie