Karebear Central

My favorite appetizer has got to be Mozzerella sticks. Every resturaunt we go to I have to have them. Hudsons in De Pere, WI, has one of the bests. They are wrapped in some kind of breading, reminds me of pigs in a blanket. Andy said I should travel the US and write a book about Mozzerella sticks. But by far Boston’s Preztel covered Mozzerella sticks are the best.

I remember a time when all I did on weekends was lay around and watch T.V.  Why did I not enjoy it longer when I was a kid.  Like this weekend, I am spending it cleaning the house and packing for the trip.  Oh and have to get 2 20,000 step days either while cleaning and packing or in addition to.  I am not a natrually clean person, I like to leave things sit.  It’s weird how some days Andy and I will clean up immediately after dinner and then there are the weeks where we let it pile up until the weekend.  Wouldn’t happen if we didn’t have a dishwasher though.   Plus its hard when we work about 4-5 hours of overtime each each.   Now cleaning time.  Well maybe first I’ll eat. 

I was never one to wear T-shirts.  I’m more of a girl that wears plain V-neck shirts or halter tops or flowy sleeve shirts.  But recently I’ve started buying some T-shirts and I really am starting to like them.  I can see why guys wear them all the time.  Of course I try to be unique and wear odd ones.  I was always the weird one in my family.  Wait no thats my sister who’s the weird one :P. 

The other morning I weighed myself. The scale, which we bought about two weeks ago remembers and shows what your last weigh in was. The scale showed from the night before 122 (numbers have been changed because a woman never reveals her weight ) When I stepped on the scale it showed 109. I highly doubt I lost about 13 pounds during sleep, but man did that feel good. I was just feeling all down that I’ve been pretty active with all my walking and the weight just doesn’t seem to be coming off like I want it to.

In less than a week (okay in a week and 15 minutes from now) I will be in San Francisco.  I’m excited, yet it really doesn’t seem real.  We just really started planning this trip about 2 months ago.  My best friend, Brenda, lives in Fresno (which will be about 1 and 1/2 days of the trip).  Its my turn to visit people.  Although I dont know who I will visit next time, unless we go visit my friend Noel, who lives in a different part of California.  We have already booked Alcatraz and bought the hotel and a Go Card which gets us general admission.  I need this break so much.  I am just getting so overwhelmed with work stressing me out. 

Lately I haven’t been able to pull myself out of bed.  I think part of it is all the excercise that I have been doing.  We even moved the alarm clock over by Andy’s side of the bed, but I still lean over him and keep turning it off.  I think I am really in need of a vacation.  We havent really taken any time off since our honeymoon and I think it is starting to take a toll on me.  At least in one week from tomorrow, we will be on our way to San Francisco to visit my best friend.  Okay must go to sleep now, very tired.

Yesterday it was soooo nice out, I think it got up to 75 degrees here. Since Andy and I work a flex schedule at work, we left at 2. We were not going to waste such a nice day. Of course we are going to pay for it with making up the rest of the time later on this week. We stopped at the grocery store and picked up some asparagus (my new favorite vegetable) and some chuck eye roast. We sat out on our deck on our new patio furniture and had a nice dinner. It is very odd in Wisconsin to be able to have our first barbeque in March.

I totally understand the benefits of weighing oneself everyday.  I just hate when it either stays exactly the same or I gain a pound or two.   I blame it on the time of day or retention of water.  Our new scale measures body fat, but I don’t think its accurate.  On Saturday, it showed my body fat at like 62%.  I don’t think so.  Hopefully, in the next few months I will continously see the numbers get lower and lower.

I was married in June of last year.  Still haven’t ordered the wedding pictures yet.  Still havent brought my wedding dress in for cleaning.  It is kind of sad all the planning you put into a wedding and its done in one day.  I loved my wedding.  I loved how much fun it was.  I want to do it all again because I know this time I wouldn’t be that nervous.  Andy and I said maybe ten years or so down the road we’ll renew our vows somewhere exotic or something.  Of course that all depends on when we have kids.   Ah, growing up.  So much fun. 

Last night, Andy and I went out with a couple of friends. Andy and I left together, but he decided to go to Perkin’s after bar close and I decided to go home because I was tired. As a woman, I am always wary about walking into the house alone at night, especially when we don’t leave the inside light on. I parked in the driveway and walked up to the front door and opened the door. Music was blaring from what it sounded like the bathroom, “Like a Virgin” by Madonna. The woman in me freaked out and ran back to the car to call my husband. When I told him what happened his first comment was “The cat probably hit something.” My respone was “The radio, its attached to the shower bar, even the cat can’t jump that high.” Andy’s comment which now in hindsight does make totally sense “Why would robbers turn on the music?” I made him stay on the line with me so I could check all the rooms. No robbers. Turns out it was actually my fault. Earlier that day when I had taken a shower, I had accidentally turned it to be set to go off about 2 in the morning. I guess the only one I have to blame for the near heart attack is myself and my active imagination.