The end of November and the Semester

The last nine weeks were overwhelming.  I finished up my internship (and got hired there!  YEA!), had three classes a week, and seemed to work my tail off at the job that pays the bills.  The semester actually ended a week ago, but I had three papers to finish and turn in, then the holiday to prepare for (and enjoy a great deal), and finally some down time yesterday.  I actually took Thursday through Sunday off of everything!

I was so sore the day after Thanksgiving that I spent the majority of my time in bed on the computer.  It hurt to lift my arms, my back was so sore I was hunched over, and the headache...  wow.  Not a migraine, it's been a few weeks since I had one, but it was a killer.  It must be all the wine I drank at Thanksgiving... and the mojito, or two.  We all got to talk to Matt over in Japan while we were at dinner on Thursday.  I called him and then we both got on Google Hangouts.  I can't run Skype on my Chromebook, but Google Hangouts seems to have fewer problems so it was great.  We were on the computer with him, passing it around to everyone who wanted to talk, for three hours.  It was a great day.

So yesterday started out slow, with all those aches, Rob having to get up to leave for work early, and nothing good on television.  By the afternoon, I realized we hadn't done the dishes, taken out the trash, or cleaned up any of the mess that had accumulated while I was too busy to do anything but survive.  

(One of my half written posts that are finding their way to being published, finished or not.)

Week of October 7 Meal Plan

I could totally be on a roll here. (Yeah, right) I made another meal plan - I wrote it down and everything!  I thought I wasn't buying much, but it cost me $131.  Yeesh!  And I shopped my freezer and put in meals we didn't eat last week.  I suppose it was the extras.  Frozen fish was on sale by one, get one and I've been craving it but it's just for lunches and "on your own" nights since Lindsay doesn't like fish.  I had to buy coffee - Starbucks, Medium House Blend (yum) and we were out of hot chocolate, juice, and other random stuff.

Anyway...

• Pot Roast (again) with roasted veggies and mashed potatoes
• Grilled cheese and tomato soup
• Salisbury steaks, mashed potatoes and salad
• Lasagna roll-ups, salad, garlic cheese bread
• Breakfast (love breakfast for dinner - so easy)
• Chili and baked potatoes
• Mac and Cheese casserole - I bought the blue box stuff.  Comfort food.  Mmmmmm

New classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays now.  And I still have a final paper to put together and turn in by Friday midnight.  Not looking forward to it - not that it'll be hard, I just have a lazy streak right now.

Another Meal Plan

My meal plan isn't spectacular, it's just basic food that we like.  I like to make easy food, if it's good for us, well, that's an accident these days.  I just need something filling at the end of the day.  If I don't have something easy to make, sometimes I don't eat.  Lindsay and Rob tend to fin for themselves on those days but I get so overwhelmed that I'll just climb in bed and go to sleep.  Rob and I were talking and we realized that the only day, besides weekends, that we are actually home and eating at a reasonable hour is Friday.  Rob is home late on Monday and Wednesday, I have class on Tuesday and Thursday.  As a matter of fact, I have to take my food for the entire day on Tuesday, and have about 45 minutes at home on Thursday to put together my dinner, which for me is generally leftovers.

This week, Italian food (or something similar) seems to be on the menu a couple of times.  I had to shop my pantry a little because my grocery budget is smaller than usual.

So here's what the week looks like for us.  I think we're having mac and cheese tonight.

• Rotini with Italian sausage, Classico sauce, cottage cheese, mozzarella cheese (a kind of lazy/laid back lasagna pasta), garlic bread and salad
• Roast with veggies (crock pot), mashed potatoes, gravy.
• Macaroni and cheese with ground beef, onions, tomatoes, sour cream, etc.  (taco mac?)  This was going to be the blue box but they were all expired, weird.  I ended up making it from scratch, which is almost as easy as the box.  Rotel tomatoes, purred because Rob and Lindsay don't like chunks of tomato, with Velveeta and shredded cheese melted in it. 
• Rice, black beans, fajita chicken, calico corn, cheese, sour cream, avocado, salsa (a burrito bowl)
• Lasagna rollups, pasta sauce, salad, garlic bread
• Breakfast for dinner - waffles, eggs, sausage or biscuits and gravy with scrambled eggs
• Leftovers

Rob and I take leftovers or sandwiches to work most days.  I think Rob is a little better than I am about actually packing and eating his lunch.  I find myself getting busy or distracted and won't eat, sometimes I skip my breakfast too.  I'm not very good to myself in that way right now.  

Lazy Meal Plan

I actually wrote my meal plan in my planner for the coming week and decided to post it here too.  I like being able to search the Meal Plan label and find out what I haven't made in awhile, what recipes I've ignored forever, and what stands the test of time.  I rarely ever decide what to make for a particular day, I just try to plan for something on the list the night before.

• Chili and grilled cheese
• Meatloaf and mashed potatoes with green beans - prepping and freezing the meatloaf today.
• BBQ shredded chicken sandwiches - cooking away in the crock pot right now.
• Mac N Cheese - the lazy blue box kind because I need at least three easy dinners this week.
• Mexican something with black beans, rice and green chili enchilada sauce.
• Breakfast - eggs, biscuits or hashed browns, bacon
• Tuesday - Leftovers/on-your-own/whatever.  I'm in class so they'll find something.

I'm also making bean dip for lunches this week.  Rob and Lindsay take their lunches every day and I try to as well.  On Tuesdays, I have to take a whole day's worth of meals with me to work since I don't make it home before heading to class from 4 - 10pm.  This week I've planned to take bagel sandwiches, salads, fried rice and egg rolls, and sandwiches.  

The Planner Struggle

I love planners, organizers, blank and lined notebooks, and all kinds of paper, pens, markers, and pencils.  My favorite color these days is purple and I nearly always write in purple ink.  It's just a quirk and it makes me happy.  I have a traditional planner, use a Google calendar, and have an app on my phone as well.

Sometimes work, school, and life require me to find and stick with some sort of planning system.  I've learned that I can't rely on an electronic calendar on my phone because I don't enter everything, I get frustrated, it doesn't sync, or some other technical blunder.   A Google calendar is great, but it's not always available, or the app on my phone frustrates me.  That being said, I've been searching for a planner that I can live with, that has sections I'll use, that helps me track useful information, has just enough room for appointments, and isn't too big.

Enter Pinterest and Google images.  I think I might like Pinterest a little too much.  I pin everything.  I have lots of boards that help me organize information...  food, counseling, girls group, journaling, stuff for the kids, things I want, lunch ideas and adult beverages.  I have 33 boards, one of which is organization and paperwork which doesn't actually help me organize at all - until this last week.  I found a link for a blog post on making your own planner.  Well, I think the idea was to show what she'd done and offer up her pdf to others who might like to print it, but why use someone else's template when she very clearly talks about why she wanted to customize her own.  So that's just what I did.  I jumped on Excel and built my very own planner, except mine is weekly and I accidentally printed so many pages that I have a planner that will last two years.

I'm having a blast with this planner.  I'm compelled to track self care, hours I slept, and my mood as well as things I really enjoy tracking like grocery lists, meal ideas, ideas for working with clients, and things I want to see more/less of in my life.

Here's the link to the planner if you aren't Excel-inclined or like the layout of mine.  The pages are formatted for legal paper and if you print them both sides, you just have to cut down the center.  You can even create your own cover by using whatever images you want, printing on legal paper, then cutting and laminating it.  Don't forget to take it to your local office store and have them spiral bind it for you.  Have fun!

July 4th Excitement

I guess that's a little misleading.  We went to breakfast at noon, stopped at Home Depot for a few items to make repairs suffered by our house in a recent storm, ran a couple of other errands including a Sonic run for limeades and slushies, and then came home to be lazy.  Some friends of ours stopped by to chat before they headed over to City Park to watch fireworks.  That was the second most exciting part of the day.

The most exciting, or maybe it was the best, was dinner.  We had flat iron steaks and scallops for dinner.  I grilled perfect flat iron steaks, which is kind of a feat for me.  I was going to marinate them in worstershire but I didn't have any.  I did have a generic steak and chop marinade with garlic and black pepper, which worked great.  I guess the key is to put them on the grill at room temperature.  I have a new favorite cut of meat - and they're cheap!  This site has great directions for grilling flat iron steaks.

Other excitement includes a little mini vacation.  Both Rob and I had today off but I also took tomorrow off work.  The only thing I have to do between now and Monday at noon is lead a group on Saturday morning, which is comfortable and fun for me.  The rest of the time is mine.  There are a few things I'd like to get done and maybe a couple of errands I should do but without a crazy-busy schedule to keep up with, I should be rested by Monday.

(Another of the "I found it unfinished but I'm publishing it anyway" series.)

Ski Pasta

This is a recipe from some family friends.  Matt made this in Japan and gave me the recipe and I've never tried it before but he says it's great.  

Ski Pasta
(No, I have no idea why it's called that - maybe they liked to make it after a day of skiing?)

1 medium onion
3 cloves garlic
1 tablespoon butter
1 pound sweet Italian sausage
16 ounces bow-tie pasta (or whatever you like best)
2/3 cups dry white wine
14 ounce can diced tomatoes
1 cup whipping cream
6 tablespoons fresh Italian parsley, chopped
8 ounces Parmesan cheese

Saute onion and garlic in butter until onion is translucent.  Add Italian sausage, brown.  Drain if necessary.  Add wine, simmer about 2 minutes, add tomatoes, simmer about 3 minutes.  Add cream, simmer another 5 minutes.  Cook pasta according to package directions, drain, mix with meat mixture.  Add Parmesan and parsley, mix well and serve.

I might change this a little - puree the tomatoes before adding them and cook a little longer to evaporate most of its juice.  The recipe calls for bottled Parmesan but I might use freshly grated because it makes everything better.  This would go well with a salad and small bread sticks.

Matt was here for about 12 days at the end of May.  He surprised me for my birthday and there were lots of tears.  It was so comfortable having him home, a closeness I had forgotten we had. We didn't have a lot of time together when he was home over New Years', but this time was a lot more family time, talking and hanging out, and I am so grateful for the gift.  He actually emailed me this recipe when he got back to Japan, having forgotten to send it to me while he was here.  

He's doing well, and I'm content to wait another seven months to see him.  Or a year, however long it takes.

Meal Plan... Yes

It's going to be insanely busy this coming week.  Lindsay is back to school after over three weeks off for Winter Break and Matt's visit home from Japan.  I start school after six weeks off, and Rob has darts this week.  I knew the craziness was coming so I prepared when I stopped at the grocery store on Friday.  The meat counter had pre-made black and bleu burgers and bacon cheeseburgers, mini meatloaves, and chicken fried steaks, all ready to cook and all on sale.  I figured it was a good start.

• Sunday - Chicken Fried Steak, mashed potatoes, country gravy, veggies, dun-buttered muffins.
• Monday - Spaghetti with meatballs and vodka sauce, garlic bread, salad
• Tuesday - Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, brown gravy, veggies
• Wednesday - Hamburgers and fries
• Thursday - leftovers/breakfast/ramen...  whatever
• Friday - Mac & Cheese from the box and leftover spiral sliced ham from the freezer
• Saturday - Breakfast for dinner

I'm a huge fan of the Dinner Doctor cookbook, Desperation Dinners, and Cheap. Fast. Good! but since it's been forever since I had time to sit down with my cookbooks, I have no idea where they've gone to.  I knew there was a recipe for the dun-buttered muffins in the Dinner Doctor so I just looked it up online and shared it with you.  I've made them before and the only change I'll make tonight is to add some roasted garlic to them, or maybe sprinkle granulated garlic over the top, though I'd better get on it since it's getting close to dinner-time.

Next week I want to try some sort of black bean and rice dish, probably with ground beef in it, and Japanese Curry and rice.  A friend on Facebook posted a picture of her curry dinner yesterday and I went looking for the recipe - again, online - turns out it's so easy to make, though I'll have to hit the Asian market here in town to find the curry.  Beef, potato, carrot, onion, curry powder, rice - that's it!

Airport Surprises and New Year's Intentions

The craziness of the past several months has culminated in a visit from our Sailor Son, Matt.  I'm pretty sure there's nothing more exciting/heart wrenching/amazing than seeing your military son/daughter/wife/husband/brother/sister (well, you get the point) after they've been gone for awhile, and our son was gone for 14 months.

We met him at the gate when he flew into DIA, which was a total surprise for him.  We hit the ticket counter at a run, asked for - and RECEIVED - gate passes, breezed through security, and then stalled when we made it on the train.  For some reason those trains don't move any faster just because you're in a hurry.  When we got to Concourse B, we speed-walked/ran to the farthest gate - of course.  And then it hit us...  the passengers were already deplaning.  We thought we'd missed him when two pilots walked off the jetway and I was verbal about my disappointment.  We were holding a six-foot long by three-foot tall welcome home banner that had an almost life size picture of our son on it.  A few of the passengers heard us, saw the banner - how could they miss it - and told us he had been behind them on the plane, while another said her daughter sat with him and that he would be off any minute.  I was so excited that I was bouncing on my toes and I started to cry before I even saw him.  It was a great moment full of laughing (he didn't recognize his sister) hugs and tears, one that will live in my memory for a long time...  and it had better, because we didn't take any pictures!

Though my world seems to have ground to a halt while my Sailor is home on leave, the new year came, people are making resolutions, tax season is on the verge of exploding, and life marches on.

I hate resolutions, though I've made, and kept, a few in the past couple of years.  This year I have decided that I will have intentions for the upcoming year rather than resolutions.  My intentions for 2013 are pretty simple: Survive, Thrive.  Yeah, that's about it.  First I'll survive - January tax season at work, three classes a week with a teacher who drives me nuts, fitting routine back into my life after three weeks of holiday preparations.  After that has been accomplished, I will thrive.  I will become a better counselor, enjoy school, and be grateful for those things in my life that have been difficult because of my attitude.

I have a few hopes too...  I hope we can see our Sailor again before next Christmas; that we'll be able to travel to San Diego or Pensacola when he comes back to the States for training.  I hope Rob gets a job so that the pressure I've been living under for the past four months will be relieved.  I also hope that I will continue to do work I consider worthy of a B, though for some reason my professors continue to give me A's for that work. 

Cleaning Up My Beliefs

Something I should think about.  If it doesn't serve a purpose, throw it out.

Left Brain/Right Brain

I really love the way this image captures the differences in the way left/right brains process, see, feel, think...

My mind...

This is my mind right now...  Might also be a good description of "Monkey Mind."

It's kinda freakin' me out...

All the publicity surrounding the shooting at the Dark Night Rises in Aurora last weekend is starting to take it's toll on me.  I guess it's mostly about the sailor that died and how the bubble I imagine my family living in was burst.  So I'm not an idiot, and I never actually believed that there was something that exempted my family from bad things; I've just been able to ignore the fact.  I can't anymore.


Since Sunday night, I'm kept awake by thoughts of a government sedan pulling up in front of my house and uniformed officers getting out.  They walk up my steps and knock on the door...  I don't want to open it because I know why they are there.  I verge on panic and then it subsides because I tell myself it's ridiculous.  Or is it?


I haven't told anyone I know about this, not the navy mom's, not my husband or son, no one.  I'm afraid they will think I've gone off the deep end.  I think I just need some time and space from Colorado's most recent tragedy.  I will not read another article about it, I will avoid postings on Facebook regarding the deaths, I will continue to stick with the Hallmark channel that, thankfully, has no news coverage.

I'm Baking Disabled But I Still Try

I read this great book called Murder on the Rocks by Karen Maclnerney.  In it, the innkeeper bakes a coffee cake and I could almost taste it.  I baked, from scratch*, my own version of a blueberry coffee cake this last weekend, and while it was good, it wasn't great and I was a little disappointed with my version. I finished the book last night and was rewarded with not only a fantastic murder mystery, but recipes were included at the end!  I MUST try this version.

Wicked Blueberry Coffee Cake
1/2 cup butter
1 cup sugar
3 eggs, slightly beaten
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
2 cups flour
1 cup sour cream or vanilla yogurt
2 cups blueberries (fresh or frozen)

1 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup butter
1/4 cup flour

Cream the butter and sugar.  Add next six ingredients.  Add the 2 cups flour and sour cream (or yogurt) alternately to egg mixture, mixing with a spoon.  Fold in blueberries.  Pour mixture into greased 9"x13" baking pan.  In a separate bowl, cream brown sugar and remaining utter.  Add flour to get a semi-dry mixture.  Spread on top of batter.  Bake in 350-degree oven for 30 minutes.

I think I'll add cinnamon to the topping, and maybe some sliced almonds?  I'm still working on figuring out how to get the blueberries to "float" in the batter rather than sink.  In my first attempt, I tossed fresh blueberries with a little sugar and flour.  It didn't help.

The attached pic is someone else's attempt (looks successful to me!) at Wicked Blueberry Coffee Cake.  Thanks Bobbi at Blogging Along!

* Once again, blogging about something so I can pin it.  Kind of pathetic?  Yes and no.  I think it's important for me to remind myself of things like baking something edible from scratch! 


And seriously?  I didn't have a label called Food?  Oh, have mercy!

Which Step Have You Reached Today?

Job one, job two, internship, online class, and in-seat class - 70 miles away.  It's a wonder I'm still alive.  Really.  The purpose of posting is really just to get a picture up so I can pin it in on a Pinterest board...  yeah, I do that.  I am collecting art, websites, sketches, tool kits - anything that is helpful to me as a beginning counselor.  I saw this on Facebook yesterday and knew it would be useful.

How great is that?!  I work with a lot of eating disorders and I think this kind of walks through their journey...  except instead of "Yes, I did it!" it should be "Yes, I'm doing it!"

In a week or so my load will lighten by the online class so I might just have to come back and catch up.

For now...

You should tell your kids this...

I tear up a lot these days. I did it again last night when I read a blog post* that was about what impacted college athletes the most. Well, what their parents said to them anyway. The heartfelt comment was, "I love to watch you play." 

Wow! Did I tell my boys that? Do I tell my daughter that? I hope my boys know that their football games meant the world to me. In hindsight, sitting at those games and watching them play their hardest were some of the most amazing moments I ever had as a parent. 

These days we watch our daughter play soccer with a renewed spirit (she almost quit last season) as though she plays every game for her brothers... she wants to make them, especially Matt, proud. She's proud of herself too, and there's nothing more awesome to watch as a parent. 

I loved watching my boys play. I love watching my daughter play. 'Nuff said.

*Hands Free Mama

It isn't a competition.... but it feels like it sometimes.

Remember how I said I didn't have the time to put up something well written?  Yeah.

I read an article a few mornings ago where a SAHM related an exhausting average day with her 10 month old and toddler.  While I can appreciate the crazy schedule and constant activity associated with the life of a SAHM  since I was one years ago, I think I'm living a much more complicated circus now.

An average morning begins slowly when I wake  up to my alarm at 6, which I will beat on to make it shut up every seven minutes until about 6:30, when I realize that I'm not actually getting any sleep and I really need to get my 13 year old daughter out of bed and make some coffee.  I stumble out of my bedroom and down the hall, dodging the five cats, four of our own and one foster, that have decided they MUST be fed this very moment.  I call out my daughter's name from her doorway a couple of times and when she doesn't move, I go in to tickle her feet and get her attention.  Some mornings she moans and moves as if she's getting up, and others she lifts a had out from under the covers and gives me all five fingers - she wants five more minutes, but you can see how I might think she's flipped me the bird five times over…  she's 13 after all.

I stumble back into the kitchen and start the coffee, tip over more cats on my way into my bathroom to feed the kitten and then flop back down into my bed.  Now so far I've managed to function without putting on my glasses, but if I intend to make Lindsay get up in two more minutes, I might just need to see.  I put on my glasses, pick up my phone and check to see how many emails my boss has sent me since he got to the office at 5 that morning.  I swear at the incoming to-do list from work, I head back down the hall to drag Lindsay out of bed and grab a cup of coffee, whether it's finished brewing or not.  While Lindsay gets dressed, I go over the emails from work some more, check my personal email, hit facebook for a few minutes, then head for the kitchen to make something for my daughter to eat in the car on the way to school.  My kids have school of choiced for several years and I've just gotten used to driving, and it's not really that far.  I holler for her to get moving, spend five minutes digging around so she can have money for lunch, and we finally get out the door at about 7:20 most mornings.  Before we leave, I remember the foster dog is still in his crate so I put him outside so he can do his business while I'm gone.  The drive to school is about 8 minutes if we don't get stuck behind some idiot checking his text messages in our neighborhood and we don't get stuck at the light that is only red for 90 seconds but seems to go on for 10 minutes.  All in all, it takes me about 20 minutes to make the school run and I'm back home to finish getting ready for my day because I'm still in pj's and have only had time to run a brush through my hair.  Yes, Rob is home.  He generally helps get Lindsay out of bed if she's feeling particularly grouchy and then he jumps in the shower and leaves for work while I'm making the school run.

By 8:10 I'm fairly presentable, unless I didn't take a shower the night before and then I don't become presentable until around 8:30, at which time I should be nearly ready to walk out the door.  I throw some almonds, dried cranberries, granola bars and maybe some cheese in my bag, gather chargers for my nook tablet, laptop and cell phone and run out the door - usually coming back in because I forgot to feed the adult cats and I nearly left the dog outside all day and he'd like to eat too.  So at 8:42 I pull out of the driveway and start munching on the apple I dropped in my bag at the last minute.  I pull into work right at 9am. 

My morning can be crazy-busy or so slow that I'm in tears by my lunch hour.  This particular morning I didn't have to go straight to work, but had an errand to run - the DMV.  I have to pick up motor vehicle reports for our CDL drivers and I hate coming to this place - they always request just one more piece of paper that I don't have, something they neglected to put on their website or tell me when I called to double check.  But this morning is different, I am sent straight to the cashier and she is in a good mood.  She takes forever to fill out her end of the paperwork, but I could care less and I get out of there in 45 minutes with MVR's for five employees; I'll have to come back next week to get the other four, but last week I left with nothing so I figure I scored.  I make it to work today at around 10 and am buried until noon when I throw aside everything and munch on my lunch.  This afternoon was busy again and any hopes of getting more reading done for school are dashed.  Did I mention that I'm a graduate student?  Right now I have class once a week but this summer I'll have one class in Denver on Wednesday night, one in Loveland on Thursday night, and one online.  When I get off work at 4pm, I head over to my second job - yep, I have just started working as the bookkeeper for a counseling firm so they will let me do my practicum at their site this summer.  I work there for two hours and then I pick up my daughter at soccer practice on my way home.  Her dad got off early so he could drop her off and has already left to play darts with his league.  That's what I need to do, join a club that meets once a week at a bar and have me some fun.  Were this a school night, I'd get off work, drive across town to pick up Lindsay, drop her off at soccer and stop somewhere to pick up dinner.  Class starts at six and ends at nine.  My husband picks Lindsay up from soccer practice those nights and I have tried to have an easy recipe ready or have something ready to be heated in the refrigerator for their dinner, but mine comes from a fast food restaurant or a convenience store.  When I get home it's around 9:30pm and I let the foster dog out to go potty, smoke a cigarette, and then read or do homework until my eyes cross.  I've been an insomniac lately and sometimes can't get to sleep until 2am, but I normally get six and a half hours of sleep.

The days that are lighter, I can actually write a paper or post in the online portion of my classes; I can create meal plans and try to make the time to shop for those plans; I run to the grocery store for items forgotten or changes in plans; I pay bills and write quick emails to my son who's stationed in Japan with the Navy; sometimes I even invite my oldest son and his girlfriend over for dinner.  There's little time for personal pursuits, and sometimes I just let the class reading go so I can enjoy a novel.

I'm not saying that SAHM's don't have a lot going on - they do - but sometimes it seems like they want to shove it in the faces of those of us with jobs that they're not only doing something great and wonderful (staying with their children to raise and nurture them) but they're lives are much crazier than working mom's.  It isn't a competition.  I think that they're probably luckier than I am in that they can enjoy their children more than I get to, and their lives are fuller, more complete.  I used to stay home with my kids but then we needed more income and I would have killed to have an adult conversation every day.  Our lives changed and I couldn't give my daughter the wonderful gift I gave my boys - I couldn't stay home with her every day.

Pain

Today is a day filled with pain and discomfort.  My back, neck, hips and head all hurt.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I’ve been getting more sleep – last night I was in bed just after 9 o’clock and asleep before 10.  I can’t wait to get home and curl up in pajamas.  But first, I have to wait until 4 so I can leave work, then I have to run to Lindsay’s school to see her participate in the Solo and Ensemble contest.  I think that only lasts 20 minutes to half an hour.  And the good news is that it’s after school at her school, not Saturday morning at a school across town, the way it was when the boys were in junior high.

Rob has darts tonight and there’s a pizza leftover in the ‘fridge so my evening is all set.  The only thing that could make it more perfect would be if I wasn’t hurting so much. I suppose it would help if I’d take something for it…  okay, two Aleve and half a muscle relaxant.  Crossing my fingers it helps me get through the rest of the afternoon.

The source of my stress...

I have a little relief from the stress today.  I talked to my advisor yesterday and agreed that dropping one of my classes this semester wasn’t such a bad idea.  It’s better to pass one class than fail two.  I think I might be setting myself up for future stress but I just have had the most horrible year and a half. 

Things have to line up just perfectly for increasing stress in my life.  Everything kind of hinges on Rob getting a better job, any job.  Anything but fast food, or retail, or…  who am I kidding.  He needs to get a job in his field working for the industry rate.  And he has to do that in four months or less.  I need to leave my job to take one at a counseling firm that will also let me do my practicum and internship there.  It’s nearly my dream job, but it can’t happen if Rob and I can’t handle the pay cut that it will require.  Oh, such fun!

But tonight I’m just going to worry about whether or not Psych will be good.  It’s the season premier and we’re trying the new Bacon Cheeseburger pizza from Papa Murphy’s.  It’s a family couch date and I’m looking forward to it…  and then falling asleep all comfy and warm in my bed before by 10pm.

Lonely

It’s depressing when friends move away. Mine have been doing it for years and Rob has been kind enough to point out that it might have something to do with me. Ass.

I live in a college town so it shouldn’t surprise me when I make friends with people that are students and they move upon graduation – but I don’t only make friends with students. It’s just the nature of this city I guess.

I’m struggling with the loss of one of my dear friends. She moved two weeks after Matt left for boot camp, I know I’ve mentioned it before, but it’s really raw right now. She moved to Colorado Springs, which isn’t Mars but it might as well have been, as often as Rob and I manage to get out of Northern Colorado. Now she and her husband are moving to the western slope… over six hours drive through the mountains. I guess we might see them once a year and I know I’ll survive – I managed to live through LJ’s move 17 years ago and she never moved back, she hardly comes back, and I’ve only gone to see her twice. Sigh.

I guess I’ll have to make new friends again. Like it’s that easy.