My favorite Christmas song. Enjoy! I'm blogging, because I'm procrastinating doing other boring things that need done. Like vacuuming. And cat boxes. And mopping. I went to the gym today though, and sometimes when I work out in the morning, I feel like that gives me a free pass to be a lazy ass the rest of the day. I was not feeling the workout, but I made myself go over, because, I mean, it's a wide open Saturday and Isaac is at his dad's. How I can I possibly NOT go? As always, convincing myself to go is pretty much the whole battle because once I get there I feel great and when I leave I wonder why I don't make myself go more often. So anyways, I'm on the treadmill and I'm running and in the zone with Pitbull blasting through my ipod and I was actually covering a decent amount of ground considering I haven't been working out regularly since August when this guy from the gym approaches me. I pop out one of my earbuds, thinking that maybe the treadmill is making, like a horrible noise that I am unaware and he is coming over to tell me. But noooooo, he's coming over to try to pitch his personal training session to me. That is one thing I hate about this gym. They are so aggressive in pushing their training packages on you. But I've never been approached mid-run with headphones in and I was livid and lit into the guy about how I come to work out in peace and not be harassed. It was ridiculous. I get mildly annoyed when they approach me on the way in or out of class, but it is to be expected. But don't come over to me and interrupt my workout. Too much. Anyways... Last night was payday Friday and i did a little shopping and then PDH came over and we watched a movie (I know, I know, I know). It was a mediocre time at best. I keep forgetting that we had very little in common when we were dating, and now we have even less in common. We really don't have very much to say to each other beyond idle chit chat which is just dumb and pointless. We wanted to go to the movies, but nothing playing looked interesting. So then we decided to rent a video. We rented Date Night (which was cute!). He was texting back and forth with a girl "friend" the whole time which he wouldn't share any details about, but he did say it was someone he loaned all of his Big Bang Theory DVD's to, which is what he did when we first started dating. Not that I was jealous. Honestly. I don't want to get back with him. It just further emphasized what a stupid idea it is to keep hanging around with him and how we are both moved on and uninvested in each other and made me so annoyed with myself that I have this fear of being alone in my house all weekend to the point that I am sitting there next to someone who is texting someone else all night. It's ridiculous. My DVD player died part way through the movie (it's been on it's last legs for about a year now but it finally gave up the ghost), so we had to finish the movie on the computer balancing my laptop awkwardly between us. After the movie was over he ended up getting kind of sick and then the last straw was as he was leaving he purposely kicked my cat. I pretty much slammed the door behind him. I think I put too much pressure on myself to have big plans on the weekends Isaac is away, and as a result I end up in situations like that. I wish I could be more comfortable being alone. In about three months or so when I begin to think back fondly on our good times together, someone please redirect me to this blog post.
Speaking of old habits that die hard, Isaac's dad just texted me but I did NOT give him the satisfaction of engaging. We always have the same old fight over him taking Isaac back to Africa (where he is from). It's a moot point really because he has no money or actual plans to go back to Africa anytime soon but it is something we feel very strongly about. I resisted the urge to tell him the only time Isaac will be going to Africa before the age of fifteen will be if I am cold and dead in my grave and simply said "If you wish to discuss this please call me". He won't. He hates talking on the phone, especially when he knows I am mad. But come on, I refuse to have an argument serious conversation over text. Get real.
Let's see. What else? Oh, Monday I took a sick day and finally had good old tooth 31 extracted. The one that has been causing me so much pain since the summertime. I woke up, got Isaac off to school, sat down and ate breakfast and then put my bowl in the sink before I remembered: I wasn't supposed to eat or drink anything in preparation for the anesthesia. Which is just so classic me, isn't it? I freaked out, because I had taken the day off of work, and mom had driven in from the Lanc to be my driver, etc. We went over and they gave me the choice of doing it awake or coming back later in the day. I chose to come back later in the day. I was grateful I could still have the procedure done that day and with no troubles. They gave me a script for Vicodin but I didn't even have to take any OTC drugs. I was in no pain at all. I wish I hadn't put it off for so long. Anyways, I'm glad that's pretty much done. I hope it's okay to leave a big gaping hole there for a while, because I am pretty much tapped out in the "unexpected medical expense" column of my budget.
I was reading Cosmo in bed this morning and there was this whole article about how I am already more than halfway through my peak biological time for having babies. Cosmo, I hate you: I count on you for fluffy mindless drivel and now I can't stop thinking about how by the time I will probably have another kid my eggs will be all old and shriveled up and useless. Thanks a lot.
Christmas cards and gifts are starting to trickle in, which I love! I mailed a big pile of our cards and I will be addressing the rest before the weekend is out. My own shopping is pretty well underway, but I haven't done any wrapping yet.
Anyways, I guess I should log off and go do something. Enjoy your weekend!
My mom and I working on them together as an easy Christmas gift for all of the teachers, day care people, etc. who we want to remember for the holidays. I'm still debating putting Christmas fabric on the tops, but I feel like it might push it too far into the holly hobby relief society craft day look that I try to avoid. My house is still not entirely in order but it is getting there and I did cross off some household chores/projects that I have been putting off for a while. It feels good!
On the dating front, I didn't blog about it much, but I dated a guy this summer. I wasn't sure where it would go, but it didn't end up lasting past the back-to-school/wedding fiasco that was late August. He said he just wasn't ready for a relationship with anyone (You know how it goes. Say it with me now : "it's not you, it's me, for real", [except he would never say for real]). Anyways, I confirmed, via internet stalking of course, that he is now "in a relationship" with a 20 year old undergrad of a local college. I'm not going to lie, it stung a little, but I supposed it's for the best. He never came out and said it ever, but I'm a girl with a bit of intimidating baggage who is looking to settle down, which I get is a lot to handle. If he isn't ready for that, then perhaps an adoring college coed in a completely opposite point in her life would be a better fit. At 29, I can't imagine dating someone
Most of the talk that evening centered around my one girlfriend who has recently gotten very serious with the guy she is dating. They are talking marriage and she is about to buy a house and officially move in with him (she's not LDS, fyi).... AND his twin ten year olds. Although she adores the two kids (a boy and a girl) she shared some of the issues they are encountering as she essentially takes on the role of step mom in a household where the kids are pretty much running the show. I mostly sided with her (ten year olds with ten thirty bedtimes? I don't think so). I found myself biting my lip on some topics though. There are some things about having kids that you just don't understand if you don't have kids yourself (example-- she was repulsed by the fact that he let his son sleep in his bed all day when he was home from school sick. It made total sense to me. Isaac often sleeps in my bed when he is not feeling well too. I think it's comfort thing). 
