weekend stories

It's Sunday and therefore the weekend isn't technically quite over, but I'm already ready to reflect. I'm just ambitious like that. Also we're watching some show on the Travel Channel about the most luxurious Mexican beaches and resorts and I need something to distract me lest I die of jealousy and impatience in waiting for our own Mexican resort vacation to come about. Please note that our resort will probably not be featured on this show. But it will also not be costing us $12,000 per night (yes, you read that right...) like the one they're featuring right now, so...there's that.

Exciting Weekend Story #1:
We've kept up our ambitious tri-training workout plan! I can now proudly say that we've worked out 12 of the last 14 days! Due to nearly constant monsoon-like rains the last few days, most of our workouts have been in the gym, but rather than phoning it in like I normally do (aka walking/jogging on the treadmill while reading on my Kindle for 35 minutes), I've been kicking (my) ass and taking names. Or, you know, riding bikes for a long time and then jumping on a treadmill and running a long time, despite the fact that MY LEGS MIGHT COLLAPSE AT ANY MOMENT from that special combination. But oh well. I'm getting stronger and pushing through the pain and that makes me proud. 

Exciting Weekend Story #2:
It took me at least half of the day on Saturday to figure out why everyone was saying "May the Fourth be with you." I know. Special. Once I figured it out, I remembered that last year I also struggled with this exact same puzzle. And I figured it out. But obviously couldn't manage to remember it for 365 days. Oh to be 30 and have your mind failing you already...so sad.

Exciting Weekend Story #3: 
Between various parking lots and the roads we rode our bikes on today (when it finally stopped raining for a few hours), I personally passed/stepped on/narrowly avoided no less than FIVE (soggy) banana peels!!! I mean, I'm serious. But for the grace of God I would have been providing slapstick comedy free of charge for anyone nearby. Seriously, though...who the heck goes around throwing gross banana peels on the paved ground??!?! 

Exciting Weekend Story #4:
Last night I commented to Matt that I needed to shave the back of his neck soon (am I the only wife who has to do this? How does that stupid hair GROW so fast??). He nodded his agreement and then calmly informed me that he was thinking he would grow his back hair out for Locks of Love and wouldn't that be so generous of him??

HAHAHAHA. I'm sorry. I was almost hysterical with disgusted glee at the thought of men trying to donate that. We tried to imagine how that phone call would go...calling up a salon and asking if they'd accept 8 inches of back hair. Okay. Sorry if you don't find that hilarious. But I do and it's my blog, soooooo.... (note: it's all a joke. He doesn't have much back hair at all and what there is of it is only like 1 cm. long, so don't start thinking Matt is secretly hiding a gorilla back under his cute plaid shirts. He's not.)

And that was pretty much the weekend. Actually not- our sis- and bro-in-law and nephew Baby Timmy were in town, so we spent lots of fun time hanging out with them. Somehow I managed to get no pictures of him or us, though. Sad.

Matt and I had nursery duty at church today and he did his normal routine of being the Most Loved Person in the nursery slash baby (or one-year-old) whisperer. My presence is basically unneeded there- none of the kids want anything to do with me when Matt's around, anyway. It's sad. (I feel better because Baby Timmy loves me the most, so I just remind myself of that)

Oh Mattie, I love how you find every single giraffe in the whole nursery for me and line them up like a parade.Truly you know the way to my baby heart!

And now dinner's almost ready and it's time to prepare for another week. And is it just me, or are Sunday nights rather...empty...with no Walking Dead? Tragic, for sure.