These are my confessions

"...just when I thought I said all I can say." Yes? No? Okay, anyway. Behind this blog is someone super real and super normal just like the rest of you. Here's five random things that make me human, because five seems to be my number.

1. I once hole punched my hand. Very true story. I needed to hammer something into my dorm room wall and I thought, "what do I have that's heavy?" Well of course, the only thing I had was a three-hole punch. Clearly, it ended badly.

2. I lick my ice cream bowl clean. Yes, my face is then covered in meam (what I called it when I was three) but it's better on your face than left in the bowl, am-I-right?

3. I have the shyest bladder, ever. Unless it's Ryan (or complete strangers) I can't go with someone else in the bathroom. It's a struggle. I was a total creeper in the bathroom today, having to wait for two people to finish and leave before I could go. And I  was bursting, I had to go so bad. One day I'll end up with a bladder infection, I'm sure.

4. On another note, Ryan and I have no boundaries. We held a conversation earlier while he was on the toilet and I was leaning against the sink looking at him. Whatever. 

5. Last Friday, as I was walking out, my earring was ensnared by my scarf while my arms were filled with bags. I was so tired, that as my second level manager was untangling it, I was laughing uncontrollably. It was just the whip cream on top of that week. The cherry? My coworker has the last few seconds before my earring was freed on video. Kinda like this picture he took of me today. The jerk.

Yes, those are puppies on the blanket and I was indeed cold.

All I can say is, I'm glad it's Friday. It's been a long week. How was yours?

There's Something in the Water

Seriously, there must be. I feel like everyone and their sister is pregnant. And I'm going to rant a little bit about that in 3, 2, 1...

One of my coworker's wife just had twins (he's younger than me and the new babies make five). Ugh. The other week Ryan and I went to a jack and jill baby shower for a friend (who got married a year ago) where there were four other pregnant people, and a brand new baby. Two of those other pregnant women are also our mutual friends from bowling and also were married after Ryan and I. Double ugh.

To top it off, my closest cousin, and one of my best friends, had a baby this morning! A mere fourteen and a half months after her wedding. Sigh. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm so very happy for all of them, but I have this extreme case of envy. I can hear my ovaries cry over all the cuteness that's not happening to me right now. 

I feel like I should get an award for reluctantly making it through three years of marriage without getting knocked up. Can I please get something? Paying off student debt and competing in triathlons doesn't seem like an even trade off.

C'est la vie, I guess. It would just be great if I wasn't surrounded by freaking baby shit. How do you hold up against this kind of stuff? It doesn't have to be the situation, but tell me you can relate. Please?

Top Five Thursday: Tunetastic

I've worked about 46 hours since Sunday, one being a 14 hour day, and had maybe a total of 25 hours of sleep since then, which for me is definitely not enough. I need a solid eight hours a night to be human. Ryan can attest. 

Seriously, today, at any given point, I would blink and have a mini anxiety attack that I was going to fall asleep. Then I came home and Ryan gave me wine. I'm surprised I'm not drooling yet.

What's getting me through is music. Here's what been on a loop recently:

1. Walk the Moon's "Shut Up and Dance" because, um, how fun is this song? Oh, and HELLO those dimples? Kthnxbye.

2. One Direction's "Steal My Girl" because I'm twelve and love them. It may be a problem. Ryan's starting to look at me funny on this one.

3. George Ezra's "Budapest" because I hope Ryan would give up everything for me, but let's be honest, he didn't have much to begin with. Whatever, I love him anyway. I know I definitely would, but that castillo might cause some pain.

4. Sara Bareilles's "Gravity" in honor of the fact that we landed on a freaking comet yesterday. Is that not the coolest thing ever? We launched something in 2004 that landed ten years later. Talk about crazy calculations.

5. Jesse Ware's "Say You Love Me" because I'm just in that R&B mood sometimes and I'm kind of in love with her voice.

How's your week going? Are you making it through?

5k Finisher

Last post found me the night before my first 5k, ever. The morning of we, met up with my parents, who were driving up to cheer us on. We arrived an hour before the race and tried to keep warm in the brisk 36°F air. Here's a shot of us before the race. 

My company was the major supporter for the race and had about 100 people running, which was about a third of the runners. Now, I mentioned that if I ran the whole thing I would most likely cry. Well, I didn't cry...but I sure as hell ran the whole freaking course. I could not be more proud of myself or Ryan. I know you can't tell from my hair, it was so freaking cold I felt like I didn't sweat, but here's us after the race.

Towards the homestretch, Ryan was itching to run faster and kept bugging me about picking up my pace. A moment later we saw my parents cheering us on and I can't even explain how happy I was in that moment.  I knew we were close to the end and I was still running. As we saw the finish line, Rye looked over and said something like, "let's finish it." We sprinted the rest of the way and finished at 39:37 and 39:38. Ahead of our goal to run under 40 minutes. 

We may not have been the fastest, we may have been beaten by a 74 year old woman, but we ran, and we finished our first 5k together. Check out our stats below, we're 254 and 255.

What have you accomplished lately? What's next on your goal list?

'Twas the Night Before the Race

Yep, that's right. Tomorrow, Ryan and I are running our first 5K in the morning.

I'm somewhere between, incredibly excited and terrified. Excited because you only have one first and it's tomorrow! More likely, I'm excited for the fact that this is what our training has led up to. I'm terrified, because I'm not sure if I can run the whole thing. And I really want to. I think if I do, I'll cry. Legitimately cry. 

It's better too, as I have a little support group going. Not only am I running with Ryan but with one of my best friends, Andrea. You may remember her, my triathlon friend. My mom and dad are also going to cheer us on from the sidelines. My brother called me tonight and asked if it was okay that he sleep in on his birthday rather than go watch us run. I couldn't fault him at that. He even offered to make a sign for us, which I thought was sweet. Mainly because Dean is not crafty at all. 

Wish me luck tomorrow! I'll be sure to post about times and a picture with my face as red as a cherry. Be on the look out!

I'm Going Bananas

First, I want to say "Happy dating Anniversary" to Ryan. These past seven years have been all the better with you in them. I'm not quite sure how we made it through two years of long distance, but I'm really glad we did. I love you, cutie.

I'm usually all over celebrating little things, like today, but I definitely had no time to get him a card or little gift. Although, I did him a six pack for Halloween yesterday. A six pack of Reese's pumpkins that is. He declined to bring them up North where we are this weekend to celebrate his sister's birthday. I think it's because he wants to horde them all to himself. 

Now, since we're in the North Country, I see Ryan side-by-side with Craig, his dad. I am totally convinced Ryan is going to be exactly like him when we have kids. I often call him Craig 2.0 and there's a clear reason.

No, it's not because they're nearly identical. As I'm typing this, Craig said, "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while." The same exact phrase Ryan uttered at a golfing tournament a few weeks ago when a guy in the group ahead of us hit a really nice shot. 

Earlier today, Craig was walking around the kitchen talking about bananas. Literally. I think it's his life goal to either make you laugh or drive you insane. If you ask Tammy, his wife, it's the latter. Ask Ryan? The first one. 

Then Craig started talking about how he says goodbye to his bananas in the morning. He looks at 'em, waves, and says, "I'm going, bananas." He must've said it five times with varying degrees of comma, no comma. I have so much to look forward to over the next fifty years or so.

In other news, Happy Daylight Savings tonight! I hope you enjoy your extra hour of sleep. Or partying whatever you choose to do. I'll be sleeping. Because that's one of my priorities. If you ask Craig what he'll be doing? He'll set the alarm for 2am, set the time back, and sleep for the extra forty-five minutes...

And if you believed that, you're as dumb as me. Happy November!