Courtesy of Ange–I love the dude’s intensity. Dinner with Alex. I was honestly pretty pissy about a situation with taking my NASM test. Basically, I have been ready to take the test for about 2 weeks now, but I haven’t had my CPR card (from getting certified 2 weeks ago; you need the card to take the test). Well, they SENT the cards on Monday. Clowns. So I called, got my test scheduled, but it is going to be way longer from now than I feel comfortable. To make a looooong story (that I’ve already told) short, I just want to take the darn test. And it is affecting my mood and attitude. I needed to vent, so I did, and then I needed something comfortable–D4 was just the ticket. So were the sweet potato fries and the marg. People owning their races this weekend, and celebrating major life events. Graduations, first marathons, first 20 milers, PR’s… I was so proud of everyone, and I loved that you all shared your victories! Little things that pissed me off, and reinforced my direction because they did so. I got an email on Monday from someone close to me that really incensed me and actually quite hurt my feelings. It was from someone that I expect nothing but support from, and it hurt me to feel like she didn’t trust me. And it made me question everything that I am doing with this blog. It made me question my voice. But it also reminded me of the love that this person has for me, of how much I miss being able to just pick up the phone, because this is something that could have been taken care of, and with minimal issue, had we been able to just pick up the phone. All is fine, but it shook me.
Tuesday This post, and your response. Fear, expectation, and nerves are all major emotions, and ones that I continue to struggle with. But it takes one to know one, and I was so, so appreciative that you all were able to connect with the message. And I want to continue to remind you all to remember that you are not alone when you are struggling-sometimes you need external support, but sometimes internal re-conceptualizing of the situation is what you need. See Monday. Food prepping for Alex. I am not what you would call a completely “traditional” wifey. But I certainly have some traditional aspects–one of them is that I adore cooking for Alex when I feel like I am distant from him. It is my one moment of connection with him, and it helps me to feel connected with him when I get to see him for 10 minutes/day for a few days in a row. Plus, I get to exercise my creative muscle, clean out the fridge/cabinets, and saves us a little money. Wednesday Going back to my favorite yoga class. It just felt so good. And to run on the same day? Winning. And so necessary as I battled with trying to transfer my site, which is not going well, and the holding pattern of the job situation. ETC. This post. While, on the one hand, I hesitate to link to it because I don’t want to call more attention to the post than she may be ready for, I have to call out this post by Laura. Both of her posts that day, actually, but this one more than perhaps anything else I have read recently, and even more so following my train of thought coming off of Tuesday’s post. I don’t want to take anything away from her words. If you are interested in my commentary, please feel free to read my comment at the bottom of the post. Beautiful Laura. Just like you.
Getting the self hosted thing to work. I was majorly sweating getting the site up and running in time for the giveaway! If I come across any issues (currently there are a few with comments going to the wrong site) I will contact the necessary posters!
My new book The Goldfinch. Can’t put it down.
MY FAVORITES FOR FRIDAY
Alex being done with this ridiculous stint of inpatient med, and especially this week of crazy nights. YAY! Wait, does that mean I have deal with him more now?
Getting to see one of my very best friends. I haven’t seen her since the marathon, and I can’t wait. It is so rare for me to see and have a real conversation with people.
But WAIT! Didn’t Susie say something about a giveaway the past few days?
Crap, I was hoping you all would forget so that I could keep it for myself. BAH.
Over the years, I experimented with making my own organic popcorn and flavoring it with exotic seasonings inspired by my international upbringing and training at Le Cordon Bleu in London. In the process, I came upon the discovery that 479 degrees Fahrenheit is the optimal temperature for popping corn. I knew immediately that this would be the name of my popcorn company, because it reflects the careful attention to detail that I work so hard to incorporate into every single element of the business, from the pristine ingredients to the beautiful packaging to the avid dedication to customer satisfaction.
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