Today has been really good. Got most of my housecleaning done, went on a nice walk with Nate, and ate really well today. I’m nervous about the (not one but) two wedding showers I have tomorrow. I want to keep doing well. I know how I am, and I tend to not do something if I can’t do it all the way. And I feel like showers tomorrow leave me somewhat powerless. But I’m still a runner…I’ve been able to tolerate some gray area there…so I guess all hope isn’t lost.

Nathan and I also looked at cars today. It’s exciting that we are actually making plans to get a new car! I’ll keep you posted on the search. Although we found the guy that we are buying from. We gave him our time frame, and he didn’t try to push us. He also gave his card to me, not Nathan. Just seemed like a good guy.

My favorite thing about today was email theological discussions with Jen. Who ever thought that the waterfountain on the first day of kindergarten would make such a lasting impression. Thanks for your thoughts, Jen. Very much.

And Jen gave me a great quote today:

“If you want the rainbow, then I guess you gotta put up with the rain.” ~Dolly Parton

Dolly sure knows what she’s talking about.

Gotta finish cleaning my house and get ready for tomorrow’s showers!

Grrr. I’m having trouble loading food pics, and I’ve got work to do, so no food pics today. (Waaa!)

So I’m posting yesterday’s food diary today. I’m just a little late. Last night was kinda a bad night. More people we know getting pregnant, but not us. So instead of blogging, I went to bed and read my Oprah magazine. And today, ta-dah!!, I feel better. Part of that may be that I have today off. Very exciting. I’ve already put laundry away and put sheets in the washer. My plan for the rest of the day is this: have breakfast, clean the house some, shower, get hair cut, clean the house some more, go to the gym, shower, listen to a sermon, finish cleaning the house, watch Oprah, and then Nathan will be home! Oh, and Ill throw lunch in there somewhere too. I’m excited. It’s gonna be a good day.
I have two wedding showers tomorrow. I sent gifts to Idaho for one of them (I don’t want Vanessa to move!) and we haven’t picked up a gift for Nate’s brother yet. We’ll get that done this evening.

And I’m pretty proud of my food diary from yesterday. Here goes!

Breakfast (and pm snack) consisted of the amazing choco-pumpkin muffins from Wednesday evening. So yummy. Lunch was a great roast beef pita, cracked pepper triscuits, and grapes. Oh, and two dark chocolate kisses. Courtney insisted they were okay because they are only one point each and have antioxidants. Dinner was spaghetti sauce on this strange organic pasta I bought in Kansas. I only ate half of the spaghetti there. My loving husband fulfilled his husbandly duty by finishing off my plate. The spinach is dressed with homemade balsamic viniagrette and romano cheese. And then evening snack as previously mentioned. I just love the picture of my sandwich. I need to take all my food photos on my desk.

I loved Grey’s Anatomy last night. I’m still not happy with Izzie. I am just so glad that Christina and Burke are gonna be okay. I just don’t know if I could watch through them falling apart again.

So I’m off to do my housework. Have a great Friday!

The ephipanies continue.

I listened to a sermon last night that blew my mind. I tried to explain it to Nathan after I listened, and I couldn’t quite put it into words. I’ve thought all day today about how I would explain it here. I still don’t know if I can do it, but I’ll try. Here goes. Jesus came to earth and performed miracles. We tend to read about the miracles and only comprehend the physical aspects – the bread and the fishes, the dead now alive, the sight, the walking. I had never stopped and thought that what He has done for me is a miracle in the same way or sought to understand how His miracles apply to me. The old testament is about sin, exile, redemption, and returning home. When Jesus healed the paralyzed man, his story was a parallel. The paralyzed man was stuck in sin, was forgiven, and told to return home. In the same way, at times I have been stuck or paralyzed in sin. Just as Jesus performed a miracle when the man walked, Jesus performed a miracle when I stepped out of my cycle of bad choices and returned home. I think it is fascinating to examine Jesus’ miracles and teachings as not only literal but also symbolic. And that concept is not something I have thought of applying to my life. My head is still spinning. And I know it is going to add a whole new dimension to my study of the Bible.

I’ve been reading a lot of blogs today…people trying to get healthy and forming communities in cyberspace to help each other. I’m really excited to see what other people are doing. I think I am going to join a group. I’ll let you know how that goes…if they want me.

Where I was going with that…one of the challenges on one of the blogs is posting, in photographs, everything you eat in a day. So that’s my plan for tomorrow. I’m going to photograph everything I eat and drink tomorrow and post it for all the world to see. I’ve been looking for a website to share my food choices with everyone (unsuccessfully so far), and I think this will be very interesting.

I didn’t go to the gym today ’cause it was so nice outside and Nathan and I walked around the neighborhood. It was foggy and misty and just really beautiful. I felt like we were in a scary movie. But not really.

I’m going to listen to the next part of the sermon series (Mars Hill Bible Church – Jesus Wants to Save Christians II, for anyone who podcasts). Good night!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I am plagued this morning by choices of clothing. As far as true kelly green, I have two shirt options, both possessing their own limitations. I could wear my “Shamrock Shuffle” t-shirt representing the race packet I picked up last night and the race that we slept through. Or I could wear my Kansas “Rockchalk Shamrock” shirt. Except Kansas plays Kentucky tomorrow, and I got enough dirty looks at a baby shower yesterday where I was the only KU fan in a sea of blue. (Who’da thunk a baby shower could have passed as a UK rally?) Maybe the best choice is just to be pinched.

Nathan is home! Nathan is home! Nathan is home! It was so nice just to lay around on the couch and watch basketball last night. It’s after 10, and he’s still in bed. Poor thing.

I am bound and determined to win our bracket poll at work. Strange because I know nothing and care little about basketball. Of the 7 first-round winners I missed, I only have 2 of them winning next games. So things could still go my way! There’s a lunch at Clouds Country Cooking on the line. Oh, and of course, bragging rights.

So on this lovely St Paddy’s Day, we are going to a Irish show at our local theater (The Ragged Edge) and expect it to be as exciting as last year’s. I’m sure Nate has a lot of homework to catch up on before then, so I don’t know what the rest of the day holds in store for me. Happy St Patrick’s to all and to all a good…day.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I am plagued this morning by choices of clothing. As far as true kelly green, I have two shirt options, both possessing their own limitations. I could wear my “Shamrock Shuffle” t-shirt representing the race packet I picked up last night and the race that we slept through. Or I could wear my Kansas “Rockchalk Shamrock” shirt. Except Kansas plays Kentucky tomorrow, and I got enough dirty looks at a baby shower yesterday where I was the only KU fan in a sea of blue. (Who’da thunk a baby shower could have passed as a UK rally?) Maybe the best choice is just to be pinched.

Nathan is home! Nathan is home! Nathan is home! It was so nice just to lay around on the couch and watch basketball last night. It’s after 10, and he’s still in bed. Poor thing.

I am bound and determined to win our bracket poll at work. Strange because I know nothing and care little about basketball. Of the 7 first-round winners I missed, I only have 2 of them winning next games. So things could still go my way! There’s a lunch at Clouds Country Cooking on the line. Oh, and of course, bragging rights.

So on this lovely St Paddy’s Day, we are going to a Irish show at our local theater (The Ragged Edge) and expect it to be as exciting as last year’s. I’m sure Nate has a lot of homework to catch up on before then, so I don’t know what the rest of the day holds in store for me. Happy St Patrick’s to all and to all a good…day.

I’m an unhappy camper. Haven’t seen Nate since Friday am (and I don’t really count that – I was asleep) and won’t see him again until this Friday pm. I hate being a wussy, attached-at-the-hip wife, but that’s what I am. I hate Atlanta ’cause he’s there instead of here. (Insert mental picture of my sticking out my bottom lip and pouting.)

Today was quite possibly the hardest day of work I have ever had. The kids in group were just terrible. I cannot believe elementary kids can be so disrespectful. I understand that we are a product of the environment we are raised in, but come on. Do I look dumb? Then why do kids (KIDS????) call me that? And since today was rough, we’re not having fun day tomorrow. The kids don’t realize that it’s unfair to us to. Us grown-ups need the Fun Fursday as much as they do. Grrrr.

Tonight we went out for my boss’s birthday. We ate at our local Mexican joint, LaFonda. The balloons we brought in cued the staff that it was his birthday, so they brought out the dessert and the sombrero, and they really snuck up on him, grabbed his shoulders and made the ARRIBBA! noises. I thought he was going to crap his pants. We could have won America’s Funniest Videos if we had it on tape. Bummer. But it was one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a while.

I hate to admit it, but I’m being honest. I’ve not been doing well with my relationship with God the past few weeks. I’m angry that I have a reason to be on medication (purposely vague!) and that I felt so nasty for seo many days. And that I had to hide my discomfort for work and trip purposes. I mean, why didn’t I get sick when I had nothing to do? But I’m almost back to normal, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stay that way. It’s kept me from running, from feeling like cooking, from feeling like doing anything but laying on the couch actually. And sometimes even that wasn’t fun. I haven’t listened to a sermon in a while, and have prayed very little except for before meals and the pleas for my medical condition to miraculously disappear. I just feel very disconnected right now. And kinda lacking the motivation to fix that just yet.

I am not running yet, but I am not lacking that motivation. With Nathan in Atlanta, Courtney is staying with me. And she is just so social! Pedicures, dinner out, playing with Maude the Pug, sitting at Steve’s table forever talking about nothing…I’m just trying to enjoy the time I have with her. It’s so rare that my main contact is with a girl. I love Nathan, I miss Nathan terribly, but I do love the pampering and the gossip and the reality tv. So I’m not running this week. We have the Shuffle on Saturday, and that will be my jump start. Back to my original post, I am a runner who had an illness. I am not someone who gave up on running. I am someone who respects my body, it’s need to heal, and I will run again!

I am glad that people out there are reading and checking up on me. I miss you all.

It’s time for me to brush my teeth, give Nate his goodnight phone call, and get some much needed rest. And look forward to the next two days! Tomorrow is a new Grey’s Anatomy, and Friday Nate comes home! Who could ask for more?

Nathan will be home in three days! I am so excited! I cannot imagine how military families do it. Nathan and I apart for 8 days, and you’d think it was a year. I’m just not cut out for the single life.

But today was okay. Work was work. Then there was the pedicure and the Triple T sandwich from the Hub. That was awesome.

No running today. I chose to pamper my feet instead of pound them. With Courtney staying with me this week, I can’t really imagine I’ll run too much this week. And with the time change, it’s close to impossible to think I’ll run in the morning. Maybe Thursday…

There was a terrible incident today in our town with a teacher leaving her babies in the car in the school parking lot all day. I don’t want to speculate, and I’ll wait until the whole story is out to talk about it, but it makes me angry. People who leave kids in cars for 7 hours can have babies, but we’re still childless. I just don’t understand.

It’s been a long day back to the real world. I’m taking my newly painted toenails to watch the rest of American Idol and then to bed.