I’m a harsh judge

Tonight I am drinking a white wine spritzer. Granted, it’s made with a very lovely Sauvignon Blanc from Sonoma that I very much enjoy drinking on its own, but that does not change the fact that I am drinking a white wine spritzer. I used to make jokes about white wine spritzers, about how they were what older women drink to make white zinfandel tolerable and how it was the preferred drink of the dieting women that I never saw eat actual food. And yet, here I am, on a Tuesday night, drinking a white wine spritzer. And that is for one simple reason: I’m too damn old to be drinking normal wine on a Tuesday night.

My birthday was on Saturday, a fact that had me pondering life and death and my rapid descent into middle age. It was a lovely day, full of sunshine and laughter and good tequila and an AMAZING pinata and yes, cupcakes. Howsomever, the week leading up to it I was a little grumptastic and introspective and shit because honestly, I was a little disappointed in myself leading up[ to this birthday. I’m three years away from turning 40 and I thought I would have my shit more together than I do. Read the rest of this entry »

Things That Are Pissing Me Off

I am unusually cranky today, and I was unusually cranky yesterday. Maybe it is my impending birthday, or maybe it’s just that I keep encountering assholes all the damn time. But here are things that have pissed me off over the past week. They are petty and my complaining is SO FIRST WORLD and probably is going to piss someone else off but I really don’t care. Read the rest of this entry »

The Thing I Am Doing

It seems like everyone I know is doing some new form of exercise. My dear friend Jeni is trying P90X. Shawn is skating her heart out in roller derby. Jane has started running. My friend Angela? Is doing a race every single month this year, including three half-marathons for the Triple Crown and convinced me to run a half marathon with her. (TIP: Always run charity runs and you can write off all your registration fees on your taxes!)

That half-marathon was an eye opener for me. It made me realize that I am not cut out for doing just one thing over and over and over. I mean, I love being able to say “Yeah bitches, 13.1 miles WHATTA WHAT!” but on the other hand: dude, I’ve been in physical therapy since the end of March because of the damn bursitis that race gave my hip. So I decided to go back to the exercise program that never bored me and never injured me but always, ALWAYS exhausted me.

I started Crossfitting again.

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Good skin

A few weeks ago, I was at a charity luncheon with a bunch of my coworkers, a very “ladies who lunch” kind of event….silent auction, vendors selling shiny baubles and fancy olive oil, champagne being passed. I was surrounded by women who probably spend more on their face creams and dermatology appointments than I spend on my entire wardrobe. Imagine my surprise when one of these women, a well turned out 70ish lady, stopped me and said “You have such beautiful skin! What do you put on it?”

“Very little!” I replied. She laughed and did that “Oh, you!” arm pat that 70ish ladies do, obviously thinking I was just being coy until I followed it up with “No, really! I just have really good genes!”

And then she told me she hated me just a little, but she was chuckling when she said it so I knew she didn’t really.

But it got me to thinking about beauty routine, because she’s not the first woman to act so disbelieving when I shared my “secrets” with her. So look, here’s a peek behind the curtain to prove that really! It’s my mother and my grandmother and my great-grandmother and their fantastic genes that are responsible for this skin because I hardly do anything to it! Read the rest of this entry »

Style is Eternal

“Dress shabbily and they remember the dress;
dress impeccably and they remember the woman.”

― Coco Chanel

Remember last year when IGIGI gave us pretty dresses to wear at Weetacon and then review them? And it was so much fun and people got gift certificates and in general, it was awesome? Well, they stepped up again this year and asked the Weetacon ladies to test out and review parts of their spring line.

And that is how I ended up getting to wear one of the dresses I had seen and right away thought I needed in my work wardrobe IMMEDIATELY: the Cheryl Color Block dress. I am a sucker for anything that screams classic or vintage that I can wear season after season, and the Cheryl is one of those pieces. It’s a true wrap dress a la DVF, which is a silhouette that I swear is universally flattering. I already owned another one of IGIGI’s wrap dresses, a gorgeous swirly thing of emerald green jersey with interesting tucks and gathers along the neckline. The Cheryl is a bit more business like, with a simple straight neckline.

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Boring update (now with cute dog!)

At the beginning of the year, I made this spreadsheet in Google that was titled “Things I Want To Do in 2012″. It wasn’t a very ambitious list; there’s a lot of cleaning projects on there, because honestly, our apartment’s storage areas are disgracefully unorganized and stuffed full of crap that we don’t need. And there’s a shelf that fell down at least a year ago in the spare room (aka The Cats’ Room) (yes, my cats have their own room and don’t even start with me because two of them are OLD and GETTING SICKLY and deserve their own room so there) (also, this way their cat boxes are somewhere not in front of me at all times, hooray!) that still needs to be hung back up.

For Q1, my goals were “File Taxes” (done, and I won’t even tell you how simple our taxes are to do because you might very well hate me), “Finish budget for 2012″ (done, and woo, we can afford our ten zillion vacations this year!), “Scarves for Weetacon” (did 1, and it was gorgeous!), “check out CrossFit Sun” (done, signed up, drank the Kool-Aid, lifting things up and putting them down and doing things like ACTUAL PUSH UPS on a regular basis), “Weetacon stuff” (done, and oh that sounds so deceptively simple! I just didn’t want to list everything out because I was too lazy and also, skeered). Undone: Reading and commenting on a friend’s spec scripts, cleaning out and reorganizing my kitchen, cleaning out and reorganizing my closet. I’ma call that a win, because DID I MENTION I RAN A HALF MARATHON IN JANUARY? Read the rest of this entry »

Love, hate, ow

Remember back when I was all “Oh running is so awesome and I am loving it and WOO ENDORPHIN CRAZYTALK!”?

Yeah. Well. Now it’s more like “I like running, if it’s not too hot, and I got enough sleep, and my legs don’t hurt and also, I don’t run more than 6 miles anymore okay?” because it turns out that running long distances does not agree with my legs. Seriously, I ended up with these crazy ass shin splints that hurt all the damn time and I hated running with every fiber of my being. So I stopped running for a couple weeks and my legs stopped hurting and then I liked it again.

Which is good, because yo, I’m “running” a half marathon on Sunday. Emphasis on those quotes there, because I am still super duper slow. I mean, I can run a whole mile without stopping in like 13 minutes which is AWESOME, but I can’t run 13.1 of them. So I’ll be doing the Galloway/interval thing, running 3 minutes and then walking for 1. And when I’m done with that half marathon, I will never again run another double digit run ever again amen.

I have very, very modest goals for this race. Finish in less than 3 1/2 hours. Average a sub 15 minute mile. Don’t get hurt. Don’t be last. Don’t cry. Get that goddamn medal around my neck. Honestly, the only things keeping me from NOT doing the half on Sunday are the medal and the fact that I have spent a ton of freaking money on shoes and gear and registration and training group stuff and I need to see a return on my investment.

It won’t be the last time I run a race; I am one third of the way to my goal of running an entire 5K so I’ll keep doing those. And 10K seems to be my just right long distance so I’ll do a few more of those. But those half and full marathons? I am not enough woman for those, and kudos to people who are.

But hey, on the good side, all this running has made me realize one thing: I fucking miss the hell out of Crossfit. So I’m going to get back into THAT next month. Jumping out of one crazy into another. Yep, that’s me.

Catsup/Ketchup

Point The First:
In April, right after I posted that last entry, Kevin was told that he would be losing his job as of June 24th. We did not panic for at least a month because I still have a job and therefore we would still have health insurance even if we ended up living out of our car (because yes, that would be preferable to living with any of our various parental units). So we rewrote his resume and I lit fires under his ass and he’s been looking for a job. Ironically, there is a very good opportunity that has been dropped into his lap that would mean more money, more advancement opportunities, a better group of coworkers and a generally happier spouse. The ironic part is that it is at his current company, so all of my fluttering around redoing my W4 to cover insurance payments and figuring out how we could live on just my salary may be all for naught. Maybe I will instead try and figure out how to live on his salary! Anyway, hopefully we will know something by Friday but in the meantime, I will keep practicing burying my anxiety under layers of sarcasm, tears and wine.

Point The Second:
Last Friday morning, I worked for Company A. By the time I left for the day, I worked for Company B, because a third of my company got acquired/merged/all of the above so the rest of the company projects got spun out into a new company. It took a year to make the deal, 2 months to prep the spin, and we’re all still trying to remember which company we work for when we answer the phone. We have a new logo, which I designed and Leslie’s brother-in-law refined, but I have not yet been allowed to order stationery, and for some reason that is driving me bonkers. (And I just got cc’d on an email from my CEO and damn if he doesn’t have his old email address in the signature. Oy.) Everything that is filed under “Minor, Annoying and Necessary” is something I am in charge of, and for some reason those things just keep popping up and landing on my desk. Which leads me to Point The Third.

Point The Third:
Saturday is my graduation ceremony, when I will receive my MBA in all its glory in front of friends and family and yadda yadda. And my friend is throwing me a party and my mother-in-law is driving down from Sacramento and all of this is leading to a lot of “So what are you going to do now that you have your MBA?” And the simple answer is I don’t fucking know. I feel like Dustin Hoffman except no one is telling me to work in plastics. I have at least figured out that I want to go into project management, but without some actual experience that degree isn’t going to help me much. So I’ve made sure that my CEO and my CSO and my direct boss (who happens to be one of my best friends, AWKWARD) all know that I want to do more than sit at the front and send FedExes and remind people to clean out the fridge (okay, I already do way more than that but sometimes, I am bitter). So the six month plan is for them to start using me to help with existing and new projects and eventually transition me into a new role. I’ve already told Leslie (she who happens to be my boss now) that if the company doesn’t step up there’s no reason for me to stick around much longer than that. Supposedly we will be sitting down in the next few weeks and figuring out exactly what I’ll be doing with the new projects in the coming months. In the meantime, I will continue to be the Most Educated Office Manager.

Point The Fourth:
I am trying to figure out what I am passionate about. I am trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. But I am also so very, very tired of examining myself, going through the minutiae and figure out how to fix things, how to do what I “should” be doing. Maybe I am passionate about being lazy and hanging out with my dog and drinking wine and watching bad TV and worse movies. Maybe I already am what I want to be when I grow up. I have a cute apartment and a good husband and great friends and an okay job and a closet full of dresses. Maybe it’s okay if I’m happy with that and don’t want to chase after something else. Ugh. Now I’m annoying myself so obviously I should shut up.

Redirecting my crazy

So I’ve been doing this thing where I go and work out with my friend Charlotte (aka my Crazy Crossfit Trainer Lady) and a few others of our friends a couple times a week. And she makes me do crazy shit like push-ups and ring rows and wall balls and oh my god so many squats. And she makes me run in between all those things and I usually collapse on the ground at the end of a 20 minute work out and the words “MOTHERFUCKER!” quite often get spat out by me and you guys, I love it.

I love making myself do things that I never ever thought I could do, I love waking up the next morning wondering which random muscles are going to ache, I love being proven wrong when I say “I can’t do that, Char”. It’s not 100% CrossFit (we don’t deadlift, and there’s only so much a school playground can offer in terms of gymnastic equipment so forget muscle ups) but it’s CrossFit-esque and it’s kicking my ass and it’s awesome. Last night’s workout was 11 minutes long, almost made my friends puke and left me on the verge of tears. It was the best workout of my life so far, because I was jumproping! Without tripping! And I was dipping and doing dumbbell tosses and doing thrusters and Charlotte was all “DON’T QUIT!” and I didn’t because I’m kind of scared of her when she yells.

My goal here is to survive A) bear attacks when we go camping and B) the inevitable zombie apocalypse. As I told Kevin, I don’t have to run the fastest, I just have to run the longest.

In other news, I have realized that surviving on coffee and carbs is not conducive to making it through one of Charlotte’s workouts alive. So I’ve started doing all this cooking and meal planning and thinking about what I’m eating and I have to say, I feel great. I miss bread, and I still indulge in quality chocolate on a regular basis but I also stopped drinking Monday through Thursday (I KNOW! California wineries are weeping right now) and last night I made turkey burgers with my own bare hands and they were freakin’ good (even without buns!). Kevin is rpobably a little annoyed with me for encouraging him to not eat any rice with dinner but hey, I’m not making him do ring rows so suck it up, buttercup is all I have to say.

In other news, for Admin’s Day today I received a giant gift basket with 4 bottles of wine, the largest wine glass I’ve ever seen (pretty sure it would hold all four bottles, actually) and my favorite gourmet chocolates. Good thing tomorrow’s workout got cancelled!

The Very Best Day

(If you want to skip ahead to find out who won the Igigi contest, feel free. But this is really kind of a pretty and sappy entry)

Five years is not very long, really, not in the grand scheme of a lifetime. But at the same time, it’s kind of a really long time because so much can happen in 5 years. It’s long enough for a baby to become a kindergartner. Long enough for a president to be elected and replaced. Long enough for a car to be purchased and paid off.

For us it’s been long enough to be robbed, to be on disability, to switch jobs (voluntarily and not), to have weight loss surgery, to find out kidney stones are horrible, to move, to double the amount of pets in our house, to sit in hospital waiting rooms with our parents, to drive over 60,000 miles together, to cry and laugh and yell and figure out that we fall asleep best if we are touching each other but not actually cuddling.

Five years ago today, we stood in front of our family and friends, our community of people that we loved and that loved us back. Unlike today, that April 8th was sunny and bright and the mountain breeze was just enough to catch my veil as we took our vows. We did not promise anything to each, no mention of honoring or cherishing or til death do us part; instead, we simply stated that we took each other to our hearts and our souls, the whole package as is.

We had our hands bound together with a cord that is knotted to this day. I am superstitious about it and have locked the cord in a frame; I do not want to chance a knot coming loose.

I wore green shoes with my ridiculously princessy dress and a ring from my mother that was my borrowed, my blue, and my old.

He wore a kilt and a knife in his sock and a boutennaire that I made the night before our wedding.

It wasn’t a perfect day with no hitches. The iPod with all of our music on it froze up, the cake was nowhere to be seen half an hour before the wedding, the carriage was late picking Kevin up, and there were, of course, family issues. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop smiling and I didn’t care what music we had or what we ate for dessert or what time we started or what our families’ issues were because I was there, he was there and we were getting married.

We rode away in a carriage and ate amazing cake (two things that Kevin had Definite Opinions about us having). After everyone had left, we sat and read our guestbook together while I took roughly 532 bobby pins out of my hair and we ate leftover appetizers from our wedding reception. It was a perfect day.

Since then I have realized that in marriage, every day is a choice. Every day, with every decision we make about our home and our jobs and our families and our pets, I choose him again and luckily, he chooses me. And that is the biggest blessing I could ever have, because we don’t need each other. We WANT each other.

Happy Anniversary, Mr. Pogue. I love you.

(And thanks again to Nate & Jaclyn at The Image Is Found for the AMAZING wedding pictures!! I still get a thrill looking at them.)

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And now that the sappy is done…..

The winner of my Igigi certificate is Measi!!

As you can see from the picture above, she was randomly chosen using Random.org’s number generator. Mel-Check your email soon for details on how to redeem your gift certificate!

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