If you're bored, then you're boring

Life's pretty dull and stressful right now. I guess I'll appreciate taking such a heavy course load now by the time spring term rolls around and I can slack off instead of stress out. But for now, I'm not a happy camper.

Last weekend was really nice. I went home to Cow-town for the unit's birthday ball. Friday night got drunk and played Mario Kart until 3 in the morning. Saturday was the ball. Good times, good friends. My feet still hurt from bar hopping my high heels :S Sunday I helped Chris pack up the last little bit to be moved to the new house.

Hopefully I'll be going home this weekend too to help Chris get everything unpacked. We need to pick up a few things for the new house. Mostly some new lamps but we've been needing to do that forever. We've been using the same ol' stumpy lamp since 2002. Now we'll finally get a floor lamp for the living room and some paper lanterns for the bedroom. (Right now there's this fugly round white lamp hanging from the ceiling on a black chain circa 1985. So that's coming down.)

Not much to report for training. I've been so busy with school work and life that there hasn't been much going on.

Not much going on with TTC either. I was really disappointed about not being pregnant last cycle. I think I got my hopes way up with the Clearblue Easy monitor. But it just wasn't meant to be.

I'll try to post some pics soon, but for now, back to the grind. I have one last paragraph to hammer out, then a final proof read and I'm calling this essay done. Then I get to start on another that's due on Thursday - joy!

Sick Sunday

I'm really sick of trying to memorize kanji and looking up all the kanji I don't know in my reading. Why can't we just write everything in kana and call it good?

I'm sick of reading about welfare rights in the 60's. I was raised on WIC and Foodstamps, I got free lunch in school. I can't count the number of times we either had the power or the water turned off when I was growing up. I get that bad things happen to good people sometimes and you have to do the best you can. I completely understand that dealing with the government is a confusing, time consuming abortion of a system. There's just a limit to my empathy. I used to think of the 60's as a bunch of rebels and hard-liners, no matter what you believed in you stood up for that and didn't back down. Now I'm starting to think they were just a bunch of whiners that had life too good in the 50's and never learned that life isn't fair.

I'm sick of waiting to know if I'm pregnant. I want to know right now what's going on. I'm trying be patient and wait until Thursday or Friday to test. I feel like one of those sappy chicks from the commercials.

I'm sick of trying to figure out swimming. I learned there's such a thing as over rotation. What the crap?! Everyone says rotate rotate rotate - but don't rotate too much now. How much is too much? How in the hell do you know these things? I need to stop being such a punk and just go to the UO tri club for some coaching.

I'm sick of kids who think they're too cool for school by "properly" pronouncing names from Akira. When I speak English, I use English pronunciation of things; when I speak Japanese, I use Japanese pronunciation. "My name is Rebecca" is pronounced differently than the Japanse "rebekka desu" (with the R sounding more like an L or a D than a back of the throat growl, ruh-BECK-kah verses leh-behk-kah). "I watched aKIra" is going to sound different than "akira mida". I don't go around calling myself "leh-behk-ka" just so everyone call tell I'm special because I took a Japanese class. And I almost made the mistake of calling the character Roy instead of Ryu - the horrors! Only losers watch the dub :P I've been watching this movie almost as long as some of you have been alive, get off my junk. And stay off my lawn you damn whippersnappers!

I'm actually sick. Yesterday I started out planning on doing half of my favorite loop, but by the time I made it Autzen I felt like poopy. My other runs after the Portland Marathon felt good. Slow and sore but really good. By the time I made it home yesterday, I could tell that cold I felt coming on has arrived. I was standing in line for my post-run breakfast burrito and my nose dripped onto my tray. Ewwwwww. If I was still out running, I could have dealt with the situation and moved on, but non-runners lack a true appreciation for the snot rocket. Now I'm a fully functioning mucus factory and just walking up to my room makes me want to take a nap. I'll get out and try for at least a mile in a little bit. Maybe.

Home! (for now)

Yeah, those socks just kicked your ass ;)

I'm so glad to be home!

The trip to Yellowstone was fun. This was my dad's first major family trip, so he was really in to it. It was my 4th time in the park (June '89, September '96, and June '97) and so much had changed, especially Mammoth Hot Springs. Some of the old paths I remember were completely covered because there had been so much growth, but now so much of the springs were dry and inactive.

Very nice to visit Chelsi and Colt too. They took us to a yummy distiller for dinner then a tour around Boise. So much more than I thought there'd be. We might have to come back for some skiing on winter break :) Chris and I stayed with Colt's mom in Boise. She's awesome and we had some great conversations about everything from politics to feng shui.

Chelsi and Colt also just got two russel terrier puppies, lots of fun chasing around after them. Their cute little puppy smell and noises - awww! Chris and I had been talking about getting a blue heeler puppy because Hank seems like he needs a little friend. We'd name her Clemintine - Hank and Clem awww! But after spending the night with the puppy crying (they hate being separated in the kennel) and stepping barefoot in a pile of puppy poop, I think we're okay without having to go through all that again lol

We got home from Yellowstone last Friday, then we had to be back in Portland on Saturday. I was supposed to run the Champoeg Half on Saturday morning, but I was a lazy lump in our house. After being here there everywhere for the past 6 weeks, being home in my own bed feels so damn good.

Sunday morning, Chris's mom completed the 1 mile walk in Portland's Race for the Cure. She was so worried that she wouldn't be able to finish or that she'd be the last to cross the finish line, but of course, she did fine :) Last year on her birthday, she didn't think she could walk two blocks from a parking garage to Old Town Pizza. So for her to do a mile is great. I think we might have her talked into going for a 5k next year.

On the TTC front, no luck this month :( (btw, that's Trying To Concieve not Terriorist Training Camp lol) I was 3 days late and super excited, but nope. Must have just been out of whack from the trip or something. Boo.

To help us, we bought a Clearblue Easy ovulation machine. Not knowing when to do the doing was stressing us out more than using a kit (we're a little type A lol). Plus, we both agreed we would have paid $200 to be pregnant this month, so spending the money will be worth it. Tomorrow I get start peeing on a little white stick 10 days a month - good times :)