Only because I don't have my camera cord to connect to my computer to show you what the new apartment looks like.
I did have my first visitor last night though! My dear friend Paul who will be flying back to his place of residence (which I use loosely because it WILL NOT BE FOREVER!) in Spain on Monday. I guess the pictures don't really show how big the apartment is because he kept saying that it was bigger than it looks in the pictures. I guess? IDK.
Anywho - I'm finally feeling like a normal person again! Although with all the rest, my body is having a hard time getting back into the running and I'm growing a little concernicus about the Half Marathon next weekend. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it. I haven't been able to do a long run yet so here's hoping I can get it in tomorrow.
Today I'm going to take it easy at the gym - probably just use the Precor AMT machine for an hour or so. Then I DESPERATELY need to go food shopping. I have to make a list of things to get. YAY! I love to food shop. Did you know that about me? No? Well then, you learn something new every day. SRSLY. I heart food shopping. But always keep in mind - it is never a good idea to go shopping when you're hungry because you always buy food you'd never normally eat. I'm so pumped to go to Trader Joes for my stuff. :-D I'm also pretty pumped to make this recipe and freeze it. This one too for, you know....ess and gees :-)
In the mean time, I've got a pretty jam packed weekend - a HUGE change from last weekend. Thankgoodness for feeling better!
Tonight I'm heading to happy hour (minus drinking for me since I'm planning a long run - okay maybe 1 beer) and hangin at JHP's in Ardmore. Tomorrow morning - long run (the goal is 14 miles...I'll let you know how many I actually do...I'd be pretty okay with 12 considering the following weekend I need to run just 1 more mile than that). Saturday afternoon/evening I'm heading up to Allentown to see a dear DEAR friend whom I haven't seen since January of 2000 when I said goodbye to him at Albright. Little did I know it would be 11 and 1/2 years til I'd see him again. I'm pretty excited to see Dave :-). I've mentioned him a few times on here. I'm sure I'll post all about it afterwards. Sunday morning I'm FINALLY teaching my Spin class again. Yay! Then having brunch with Heather at White Dog Cafe. I'll probably pop over to the Fall Ball Lax game - if we're finished early enough. Sunday afternoon I'll most likely head home to do some laundry and see my mom. I do have plans for Sunday night but I'll tell you about them later ;-)
For now though, I leave you with my current favorite song to play on repeat....
Friday, September 9, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The A-P-T!
So I bet all 5 of you are excited to see the new digs?!?!?!?!?!
Well this isn't that post :-). Sorry! Next one, I promise!
This particular post is about being sick because that's exactly what I've been the last three days. Over the long weekend nonetheless. Ugh. It already sucks to be sick but for it to be over a long weekend when you've moved into a new place and are really excited to do stuff....yeah.
It all started with a super duper sore throat in which I kept thinking that I might be getting strep again - turns out it wasn't strep but possibly the flu or a 24 hour bug. Although from what I understand, a 24 hour bug would disappear within....24 hours. This not feeling good thing is still kind of lingering.
After moving in on Saturday and finishing everything by about 2pm, Brian and I went to get lunch of which I bought because it's the LEAST I could do to thank him for helping me. A few hours after I ate my stomach started feeling wonky and I should've known then that I shouldn't have attempted to eat anything (thinking: maybe I'm just hungry?) ha. I went back to my mom's house to pick up a few more things and ended up getting sick once at her place and thinking: ok, maybe that's all. I did feel better but little did I know what was to come.
I made it back to my apartment without getting sick but once I was home, it was all bets off. A few hours into my illness I called my dad. Why; I have no idea - actually that's not true. My dad is AMAZING in crisis situations and especially when I am being unreasonable. I knew calling him he would atleast soothe my upsetness. I am not kidding when I tell this thing KICKED. MY. ASS. My dad and stepmom came over and brought over all the necessary things: ginger ale, crackers, medicine for nausea, etc. Basically my dad was and is my knight in white shining armor (good luck guys on living up to his high standards). He and Jo stayed with me until close to midnight at which my illness subsided after taking alka-seltzer and I eventually fell asleep. I was in a lot of physical pain though. My whole body was basically like, "hey katie, what's goin on...oh, you don't like feeling like every single one of your muscles is about to explode with tremendous backpain?! Well too bad. TAKE IT ALL."
The next day - after pretty much no sleep - I still felt pretty craptastic. Soooo...I was up by 6am - called out of my spin class (there is no way I couldve taught. I couldn't even stand for more than 5 minutes without getting dizzy) - stayed in bed for about two hours then moved to my living room where I proceeded to lay down on my couch and passed-the-ef-out for three more hours. Shortly thereafter my dad called to ask if I needed anything and then he proceeded to buy me some groceries. He came over to a completely pitiful me and then did tons of stuff around my apartment. He's really the best :-)
After he left I took a shower and felt a little bit more normal but not 100%. I went home again because Aster Lane always has a BBQ and I couldn't miss it. They're some of my favorite childhood traditions that I hope continue forever. Meanwhile my neighbor Sue bought me some veggie soup from a nearby chinese restaurant place and as soon as I ate it - the color came back into my face - I seriously think I had magic potion. So good and made me feel better. I took it easy the rest of the night.
The next day I was scheduled to teach spin - which I did....and got a good workout in. Of course afterwards I felt like crap again and so obviously I had to cancel any plans I had for the rest of the day. I ate the rest of my soup and felt better but then I was like - ohhh, it'll be fine, I'll just have some real food at the BBQ. Yeah, not a good idea. I felt nauseous the rest of the night. I didn't sleep well last night.
I woke up this morning feeling the same way and took some nausea medicine. I am afraid to eat anything. Ugh. This sucks! I have a half marathon in a week and a half and I still need to get a long run in. Maybe I'll be better by Saturday.
Anyway - that's my sicky sick story. I don't care if it sounds like I'm whining. I don't know anyone that likes being SO sick they're crying.
What's your worst sick story? I have a few more doozies but those are for another time and another place.
NEXT POST IS APT PICS! I PROMISE!
Well this isn't that post :-). Sorry! Next one, I promise!
This particular post is about being sick because that's exactly what I've been the last three days. Over the long weekend nonetheless. Ugh. It already sucks to be sick but for it to be over a long weekend when you've moved into a new place and are really excited to do stuff....yeah.
It all started with a super duper sore throat in which I kept thinking that I might be getting strep again - turns out it wasn't strep but possibly the flu or a 24 hour bug. Although from what I understand, a 24 hour bug would disappear within....24 hours. This not feeling good thing is still kind of lingering.
After moving in on Saturday and finishing everything by about 2pm, Brian and I went to get lunch of which I bought because it's the LEAST I could do to thank him for helping me. A few hours after I ate my stomach started feeling wonky and I should've known then that I shouldn't have attempted to eat anything (thinking: maybe I'm just hungry?) ha. I went back to my mom's house to pick up a few more things and ended up getting sick once at her place and thinking: ok, maybe that's all. I did feel better but little did I know what was to come.
I made it back to my apartment without getting sick but once I was home, it was all bets off. A few hours into my illness I called my dad. Why; I have no idea - actually that's not true. My dad is AMAZING in crisis situations and especially when I am being unreasonable. I knew calling him he would atleast soothe my upsetness. I am not kidding when I tell this thing KICKED. MY. ASS. My dad and stepmom came over and brought over all the necessary things: ginger ale, crackers, medicine for nausea, etc. Basically my dad was and is my knight in white shining armor (good luck guys on living up to his high standards). He and Jo stayed with me until close to midnight at which my illness subsided after taking alka-seltzer and I eventually fell asleep. I was in a lot of physical pain though. My whole body was basically like, "hey katie, what's goin on...oh, you don't like feeling like every single one of your muscles is about to explode with tremendous backpain?! Well too bad. TAKE IT ALL."
The next day - after pretty much no sleep - I still felt pretty craptastic. Soooo...I was up by 6am - called out of my spin class (there is no way I couldve taught. I couldn't even stand for more than 5 minutes without getting dizzy) - stayed in bed for about two hours then moved to my living room where I proceeded to lay down on my couch and passed-the-ef-out for three more hours. Shortly thereafter my dad called to ask if I needed anything and then he proceeded to buy me some groceries. He came over to a completely pitiful me and then did tons of stuff around my apartment. He's really the best :-)
After he left I took a shower and felt a little bit more normal but not 100%. I went home again because Aster Lane always has a BBQ and I couldn't miss it. They're some of my favorite childhood traditions that I hope continue forever. Meanwhile my neighbor Sue bought me some veggie soup from a nearby chinese restaurant place and as soon as I ate it - the color came back into my face - I seriously think I had magic potion. So good and made me feel better. I took it easy the rest of the night.
The next day I was scheduled to teach spin - which I did....and got a good workout in. Of course afterwards I felt like crap again and so obviously I had to cancel any plans I had for the rest of the day. I ate the rest of my soup and felt better but then I was like - ohhh, it'll be fine, I'll just have some real food at the BBQ. Yeah, not a good idea. I felt nauseous the rest of the night. I didn't sleep well last night.
I woke up this morning feeling the same way and took some nausea medicine. I am afraid to eat anything. Ugh. This sucks! I have a half marathon in a week and a half and I still need to get a long run in. Maybe I'll be better by Saturday.
Anyway - that's my sicky sick story. I don't care if it sounds like I'm whining. I don't know anyone that likes being SO sick they're crying.
What's your worst sick story? I have a few more doozies but those are for another time and another place.
NEXT POST IS APT PICS! I PROMISE!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Blame it on someone else....
But this post is totally out of left field - haha :-)
You know how I've been whining (yes, I know I have) about my mother and her antics in trying to have me spontaneously (combust) get married? Well I was reading Rachel Wilkerson's Blog about proposals and such and it got me thinking I would answer the questions she asked the girls on this page an entirely different way. Why? Because I can. And for what reason? Because I have some time to kill this morning before I meet up with the USATF guy to certify our 5k course :-)
So here goes:
What is the point of a traditional, down-on-one-knee surprise proposal?
Personally, for as independent as I am - and I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this on here before, I want a guy to take the initiative. I think the down-on-one-knee proposal and a surprise one at that is a great way to show your woman that you've been thinking about it for awhile and that this random or not-so-random time was when you thought would be best because it was THOUGHTFUL on his part. In fact, if you're really curious you can check out this site that talks about all the traditions that go along with proposals. You can also see where the phrase "on bended knee" comes from here. As the second link shows - getting down on one knee is sign of respect to anyone - you kneel in a church before you enter a pew before God, you bow to people you meet in a lot of other countries....you kneel to a woman to show her you respect her and want to spend the rest of your life with her. I think a lot of women think they shouldn't want this tradition because women and men are supposed to be equals and everything but in this very moment, I think its entirely okay for him to be asking for your hand in marriage on one knee. I think this gesture is one of those chivalric things that should never go away - Chivalry is not dead people! Don't let it die just because you think it might be silly.....it's not. It's a grand gesture :-)
Do you think proposals are at all overrated?
Hellz to the no I do not think proposals are overrated. In fact, I already know HOW I'd like a guy to propose to me - if I'm ever so lucky! If you read through my answer to the first question you should know that I'm big on proposals. Especially if they're surprises. It always makes for a nice story and understand that this is usually one of the biggest events that happen in a person's life - who doesn't want to remember it fondly?
What are your thoughts on picking out your own ring? Why not let the guy choose?
I've actually thought about this a lot. Ha - and I don't even have a boyfriend! But ideally the guy will know what kind of ring I want. Whether it's because I showed him a style I like or because he knows me well enough - that's why the guy SHOULD be picking it out. I realize it's a huge investment and I realize that the woman will be wearing it on her finger forever but part of the excitement is seeing how well he did. Besides, if the guy knows his girl well enough, he'll KNOW that she'd want a Lucida Cut Platinum Ring....:-) I'm just sayin. Haha.
Are trips to jewelers and conversations about the logistics of engagement (like roughly when it will happen) killing romance?
Not necessarily but if those talks happen guys - understand that you're starting a fire in the girl's minds so be prepared for that to occupy her thoughts for awhile. And then wait like 3 months before you propose because she'll be expecting it sooner - esp if you are the one to bring it up. Which most guys don't/won't so I guess the question is moot. :-)
So isn’t “picking out rings” kind of the new proposal?
No. See question(s) above.
Do you have a dream proposal in mind? Would you be upset if it didn’t work out that way? I do have a dream proposal in mind - a few people know about it. I won't divulge this info on here but if you're lucky enough to know - then you're lucky enough to know :-) And call me crazy or whatever but I've told the people that if I don't get proposed to in that way, I won't be accepting the proposal (ha, who am I kidding....if it's the right guy it won't matter where he asks me......except it will).
What does your boyfriend think of all this stuff?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - what boyfriend?
Last question: is your man asking your dad if it’s cool?
Knowing my dad - he will DEFINITELY want the guy to ask him. My dad's a BIG traditionalist. I wonder how upset he'll be when he finds out I'm not getting married in a church (if I ever get married)? I think it's traditional and a smart way to say - "hey, I respect you and your daughter a lot and want to make sure I'll be a welcome part of this family." Of course, that doesn't always work out that way and it doesn't always matter if the parents don't like your beau - but then, think about whether you should be marrying him in the first place if your parents really don't like him.
With regard to this last question - obviously if dad isn't around for whatever reason, Mom's are the next person to ask. Mom's (atleast in my case) will most likely always answer YES YOU CAN HAVE HER AND KEEP HER AND THANKGOD YOU'RE ASKING HER I NEVER THOUGHT SHE'D GET MARRIED - WHENWILLYOUHAVEKIDS? But like I said - that could just be my mom. :-)
You know how I've been whining (yes, I know I have) about my mother and her antics in trying to have me spontaneously (combust) get married? Well I was reading Rachel Wilkerson's Blog about proposals and such and it got me thinking I would answer the questions she asked the girls on this page an entirely different way. Why? Because I can. And for what reason? Because I have some time to kill this morning before I meet up with the USATF guy to certify our 5k course :-)
So here goes:
What is the point of a traditional, down-on-one-knee surprise proposal?
Personally, for as independent as I am - and I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this on here before, I want a guy to take the initiative. I think the down-on-one-knee proposal and a surprise one at that is a great way to show your woman that you've been thinking about it for awhile and that this random or not-so-random time was when you thought would be best because it was THOUGHTFUL on his part. In fact, if you're really curious you can check out this site that talks about all the traditions that go along with proposals. You can also see where the phrase "on bended knee" comes from here. As the second link shows - getting down on one knee is sign of respect to anyone - you kneel in a church before you enter a pew before God, you bow to people you meet in a lot of other countries....you kneel to a woman to show her you respect her and want to spend the rest of your life with her. I think a lot of women think they shouldn't want this tradition because women and men are supposed to be equals and everything but in this very moment, I think its entirely okay for him to be asking for your hand in marriage on one knee. I think this gesture is one of those chivalric things that should never go away - Chivalry is not dead people! Don't let it die just because you think it might be silly.....it's not. It's a grand gesture :-)
Do you think proposals are at all overrated?
Hellz to the no I do not think proposals are overrated. In fact, I already know HOW I'd like a guy to propose to me - if I'm ever so lucky! If you read through my answer to the first question you should know that I'm big on proposals. Especially if they're surprises. It always makes for a nice story and understand that this is usually one of the biggest events that happen in a person's life - who doesn't want to remember it fondly?
What are your thoughts on picking out your own ring? Why not let the guy choose?
I've actually thought about this a lot. Ha - and I don't even have a boyfriend! But ideally the guy will know what kind of ring I want. Whether it's because I showed him a style I like or because he knows me well enough - that's why the guy SHOULD be picking it out. I realize it's a huge investment and I realize that the woman will be wearing it on her finger forever but part of the excitement is seeing how well he did. Besides, if the guy knows his girl well enough, he'll KNOW that she'd want a Lucida Cut Platinum Ring....:-) I'm just sayin. Haha.
Are trips to jewelers and conversations about the logistics of engagement (like roughly when it will happen) killing romance?
Not necessarily but if those talks happen guys - understand that you're starting a fire in the girl's minds so be prepared for that to occupy her thoughts for awhile. And then wait like 3 months before you propose because she'll be expecting it sooner - esp if you are the one to bring it up. Which most guys don't/won't so I guess the question is moot. :-)
So isn’t “picking out rings” kind of the new proposal?
No. See question(s) above.
Do you have a dream proposal in mind? Would you be upset if it didn’t work out that way? I do have a dream proposal in mind - a few people know about it. I won't divulge this info on here but if you're lucky enough to know - then you're lucky enough to know :-) And call me crazy or whatever but I've told the people that if I don't get proposed to in that way, I won't be accepting the proposal (ha, who am I kidding....if it's the right guy it won't matter where he asks me......except it will).
What does your boyfriend think of all this stuff?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - what boyfriend?
Last question: is your man asking your dad if it’s cool?
Knowing my dad - he will DEFINITELY want the guy to ask him. My dad's a BIG traditionalist. I wonder how upset he'll be when he finds out I'm not getting married in a church (if I ever get married)? I think it's traditional and a smart way to say - "hey, I respect you and your daughter a lot and want to make sure I'll be a welcome part of this family." Of course, that doesn't always work out that way and it doesn't always matter if the parents don't like your beau - but then, think about whether you should be marrying him in the first place if your parents really don't like him.
With regard to this last question - obviously if dad isn't around for whatever reason, Mom's are the next person to ask. Mom's (atleast in my case) will most likely always answer YES YOU CAN HAVE HER AND KEEP HER AND THANKGOD YOU'RE ASKING HER I NEVER THOUGHT SHE'D GET MARRIED - WHENWILLYOUHAVEKIDS? But like I said - that could just be my mom. :-)
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