Hello, dear friends (or the one person who found this site by just banging their head into their keyboard)!
I have a whole mess of things going through my head right now, so hang on....
Husband and I have a plan (well, I have a plan, and he agrees) for having kids. We want to sell our house, buy a slightly larger house on the other side of town (closer to his family), lose weight, and have kids--mostly in that order. I am pretty healthy other than being overweight. Last year I had a friend go through a really difficult birth. She was in the hospital in labor for about three days, and she actually went back to the hospital about a week later. She hasn't said it so directly, but I think she almost died. She is fine now, and she has a beautiful and all-around wonderful little girl to show for it. She has said, though, that she blames her weight for the complications, and she has really impressed upon me the importance to lose weight before getting pregnant. So, yes, that's the motivation here.
I started working out on Monday. I am riding a recumbent exercise bike that we ordered from Amazon. It's a really good workout. I did 20 minutes Monday, 25 yesterday, and 30 today. Today I thought I was going to die around the halfway mark. I apparently picked the HARDEST workout program possible! I stuck with it, though, and I pushed through it. I was really proud of myself when I finished. I upped the tension in the pedals today, too, though, so I bet I'll really be feeling it tomorrow.
Another struggle I'm having right now is my career choices. I love HR, but I am second-guessing myself as to if I made the right choice for my current position. I feel like I've taken a step backward, and that is hard to swallow. I've gone from being a manager to a peon. I used to make decisions, and now I just do what I'm told and have no decision-making power at all. I also feel like I just don't fit in. I'm kinda goofy (if you hadn't noticed), and it's a pretty serious company. Everyone is very nice to me, but I just don't feel like I'm fitting in. I have been there for almost two months, and no one has ever asked me to lunch. I feel like a caged bird. I try to tell myself that in the long-run it will be good for me, but is it good if I'm struggling to smile everyday?
So that's what's been going on with me this week. Nothing too exciting, but it still helps to get it off my mind. :)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Greetings to all persons who will read this document
Note: Bonus points go to the first person to correctly identify the source of the title of this post. Some of you do have an unfair advantage, though.
Welcome, dear friends! (Because, really, who other than my friends would read this?) Last summer I blogged frequently as my wedding neared and the family drama increased. After the wedding, I stopped blogging. I figured I just wouldn't need that venue any longer since all the stress had passed. Well, I guess we all have to be wrong once in a while, which brings me to my new blog: ET's Cathartic Randomnessester.
ET's Cathartic Randomnessester? (I promise the story behind the name will never be nearly as amusing to you as it is to me. I apologize in advance, but I don't want you to be disappointed.)
ET is me. Before you ask, yes, I do phone home. Cathartic is what this blog is for me. You might be surprised to hear this, but I have a lot of thoughts. It's probably why I talk so much. I just need to get some of it out of my head. Be it my thoughts on current events or just venting about my life, I feel that there is healing power in talking and sharing. Lastly, the curious "Randomnessester." The "Randomness" part is pretty clear if you know me at all. I'm random. The suffix, I admit, is confusing...unless you're my husband.
My husband and I used to play a little game called World of Warcraft. We played pretty religiously, and I enjoyed it. After a stressful day of work, it was nice to come home and beat the poo out of some big, bad, ugly guys. I quit playing last summer, and husband has reduced his playing to just the casual dungeon here and there. For a while, though, Matt had about 10 characters (or "toons," if you are down with the lingo) going at any time. He would create a toon, then we would consult on a good name. Once he created a human priest (I think) named Erwininiest, which may have been a random name selected by the game. The ending of -est made me laugh, and we kept adding other suffixes to the name until the poor little guy became Erwininiestesster. My husband, in his infinite wisdom, decided the scale the name back to the original version, btu we still referred to him as the longer, suffixier name. It was one of those things that was random, and it made me laugh so hard I was crying. That is a wonderful feeling--laughing so hard that you forget about everything else, which is why I chose to bring the -nessester over to the blog. Hopefully it reminds us to all take time to laugh.
Welcome, dear friends! (Because, really, who other than my friends would read this?) Last summer I blogged frequently as my wedding neared and the family drama increased. After the wedding, I stopped blogging. I figured I just wouldn't need that venue any longer since all the stress had passed. Well, I guess we all have to be wrong once in a while, which brings me to my new blog: ET's Cathartic Randomnessester.
ET's Cathartic Randomnessester? (I promise the story behind the name will never be nearly as amusing to you as it is to me. I apologize in advance, but I don't want you to be disappointed.)
ET is me. Before you ask, yes, I do phone home. Cathartic is what this blog is for me. You might be surprised to hear this, but I have a lot of thoughts. It's probably why I talk so much. I just need to get some of it out of my head. Be it my thoughts on current events or just venting about my life, I feel that there is healing power in talking and sharing. Lastly, the curious "Randomnessester." The "Randomness" part is pretty clear if you know me at all. I'm random. The suffix, I admit, is confusing...unless you're my husband.
My husband and I used to play a little game called World of Warcraft. We played pretty religiously, and I enjoyed it. After a stressful day of work, it was nice to come home and beat the poo out of some big, bad, ugly guys. I quit playing last summer, and husband has reduced his playing to just the casual dungeon here and there. For a while, though, Matt had about 10 characters (or "toons," if you are down with the lingo) going at any time. He would create a toon, then we would consult on a good name. Once he created a human priest (I think) named Erwininiest, which may have been a random name selected by the game. The ending of -est made me laugh, and we kept adding other suffixes to the name until the poor little guy became Erwininiestesster. My husband, in his infinite wisdom, decided the scale the name back to the original version, btu we still referred to him as the longer, suffixier name. It was one of those things that was random, and it made me laugh so hard I was crying. That is a wonderful feeling--laughing so hard that you forget about everything else, which is why I chose to bring the -nessester over to the blog. Hopefully it reminds us to all take time to laugh.
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