Owwie!!!

Ok, Today everywhere in my body was in pain. I was sore from running the last two days, right before I went to work, the fabric from my bra that held the underwire broke, sending a swift, painful poke to the side boob, and to top it off, cramps. Thank you very much, universe. My day was a compleate disaster.

Phew! So much for Sunday being the day of relaxation!

IT was my weekend to work, but it sure didn't feel that way. I probobly spent the same time working as I did if I were just laying on the couch! At least I earned some dough!
I have been really inspired to run lately. Saturday night, I did a hard core workout, (thank you, Jillian Michells!) and then I decided to go running. I was just getting ready to leave when matt came out and asked if he could join. Sure, why not.
It was soooo funny!
When we got to this big hill at the end, and I mean big, especially when you have been running for 3 miles already, Matt did what boys do. He was hooting and holler'n at him self. "phew! yeah! Come on!'
Riiiiiiiight.
I think he was trying to get himself pumped up. It was really funny.
I was nervous when we got home because I had to get up at 5 the next morning for work. I did't want to be sore, but I was almost sure I would be because of the double workout. But lo and behold, the next morning comes, and i am a little sore, but thats it! Yeah! I thought, I m getting stronger!
So, like an idiot, I ran TWO times yesterday. One to a park the oppisate direction, and one with matt. I AM SO SORE I FEEL LIKE AN OLD WOMAN!!!!
Also, yesterday I gave my little squirt a hair cut and it looks fantastic! Ha! You petco people! I can do just as good of a job, and it doesn't take me 5 hours OR $45!It was actually kind of fun, because you see all that hair come off, its like you're discovering a new little dog under there!I was supposed to give matt one, but didn't feel like it. I gave squirt one because he isn't so picky, and Matts hair cut will only cost $15. :)

Math should be burned at every ending class

Stupid math class. I hate you. I hate you professor, for never teaching, I hate you group for thinking you are too good or above it all to do any problems, and I hate you class, because I really don't need you anymore! Nope! I DON'T NEED YOU!!! I don't want to be a freak'n teacher, let alone a MATH teacher, so go back to the days of aristotle and homer, who were poets anyway.

Heather and I at Alice in Wonderland movie

It was so good! It was great to have someone to dress up with. Made it that much better.

Not quite ready to be a mom yet. . . much too fond of sleep

Last night, I couldn't get to sleep till 3 am! Atleast! That was the last time I looked at the clock, so it was probobly latter, who knows. The thing was, I was REALLY tiered last night. You would have thought I would have no trouble, right?
I went to bed around 9ish, and I just laid there. I kept thinking of everything that was changing, and then that took me back to bad places of the past, and I started thinking of everything. I turned the tv on, just so I could let my mind wander, and lo and behold, the cooking channel was on. Half an hour went by, and not only was I not tiered, but now I was hungry!
So I got up, walked around the house, ate a few oreos, and went back to bed. This time, I turned off the tv, and went with the harry potter approach. I have read harry potter, like, 500 times, so its not like I have no idea what is going to happen, but still, I stayed up for an hour plus reading!
Two down, and still restless!
Matt came up then, and by that time, I had popped 2 sleeping pills, but I think the manufacturer had them mixed up with caffeen pills, because now I had twitchy feet!
You know, when they suddenly itch for no apperent reason?
It was horrible.
It was about 2, and I left our bed to go to the spare bed, did a couple sets of jumpping jacks, and went to bed.
It took forever, but I finally made it!
Just before I drifted off, I noticed that it was 3 o clock, and thought, "wow, most moms would be up right now, trying to calm some baby."
Then and there, I decided that I need my sleep for a few more years.
Ahhhh, precious sleep.

So many things are changing

About a month ago, I was bored. I decided to ease my bordem itch, I would redo my spare bedroom. Well, that set off a chain of crazy, not so bored events. They are as follows:
I went in and talked to my counceler at Metro. Turns out, I will be done in 2 years instead of 3. Yay!
My bosses at Target, the two that I love the most, are leaving! One is my direct boss, and she will be going to just a different department, but the other one is leaving the store all together. How dare he!
Again, my car!!!!! I hate not having a car, relying on people to give me rides. Plus, sitting next to weird people on the bus. YUCK
And the finally . . .
Matt was supposed to hear back from this company in Denver by today, IF they were interested. Well, they haven't called. So he went and interviewed for another company. They were so impressed, they are flying him out to Cicago for a second interview, but here is the catch: We would have to move to either Louisiana or Texas. Ahhh! It was hard enough moving from my little CO town to a big city, but leaving the state all together?
Humph.
I am excited to see parts of this country, but it will be hard for me to leave everything I know. I cried for a couple of minnutes after he told me, and I think it was because it was such a shock, and such a big change, that I didn't know what to do.
We have to go where the jobs are, but man, this is comming up quick!
God help us find a place to call home, surrounded with loving family and friends, wherever that might be.

Fighting for clarity

So, matt and I have been fighting alot lately, especially at night. I keep thinking bad thoughts, and he keeps wondering why I am so sad all the time and not willing to let it go. In my mind, it is kind of like a "well, duh!" But it is in his mind too.
A couple of things to keep in mind:
Observe the positive stuff. Not everything can be celebrated full out.
IF you think bad, then it will be bad. That includes everything.
Be sure to live life.
Don't pay attention to what a person says when they are angry. They might have thought it for a second, (as did I,) but they don't really mean it.
Accept "I love you".