So.... I'm writing in this blog. It's only been freaking ages, I know, but at least I'm taking a swing at it again. This is going to be a free-flow of random, but when hasn't it been?
In a little more than 2 days, at the stroke of midnight on the 10th day of May, I'm turning 30.
Holy crap. HOLY CRAP!!! Where the heck has all the time gone? I really just can't believe it. I'm going to be thirty, have been at my job for eight years now, and have been with Zach for eleven years now. Most of my friends have accomplished more than this and are light years ahead of me, but I'm not really too worked up about that. Yeah, it freaks me out every now and then the number of married people and people with children we have in our circle these days, but damn, I can HONESTLY say that I'm happy for them and I'm happy for me.
I have my days, yes. But I'm actually pretty happy and it's kind of freaking me out. I was originally approaching this whole turning 30 business with a sick-to-my-stomach-and-want-to-hide-under-a-rock-and-pretend-this-day-isn't-happening feeling, but now I'm kind of over that. I don't really have any plans. Zach and everyone else seems to pester me about what I want to do. At first, I didn't want to do anything. Now I just don't know what I want to do because honestly I'm not really sure what to do. I honestly think we might just go out to Grimaldi's for amazeballs pizza again. I'm just happy with whatever because I'm not really focusing on the fact that it changes anything. Sure I'm older and sure I could get all bent out of shape about all the plans that younger Val made back in the day, but would that really do me any good?
On a super superficial note, I look DAMN good for almost 30, so I'm just reveling in that I think LOL.
I'm so glad I cut my hair all off again because I totally don't think I would have felt this confident a few months ago. Life is just good.
So I'm going to try blogging about this great life I'm having. It probably won't be much of anything. Probably a lot of pictures and random vain things, but what else do you expect?
I do realize that I'm getting older and I'm going to have to start recording all the good shit that's going down before I forget!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 25, 2009
Update
Wow I have not been active on this thing.
Oh well, it isn’t like anyone is really reading it any way.
I’m trying really hard to get away from that frame of mind. I shouldn’t write my blog for an audience (because I really don’t have one), but more so for me. I tell other people that all the time – why can’t I listen to my own advice? I’m realizing more and more the things that I forget happened and well, writing them down before I have a chance to complete delete them out of my head would be a good idea.
So, I figure that’s a good place to start a new attitude to my blog.
Yesterday was a blah of a day. I wasted the majority of the daylight hours in the house – playing on the internet, watching horribly addictive reality TV, cooking a super late breakfast, and lounging. I can’t say it was entirely a waste because I was actually a bit relaxed. Relaxed is a place I’ve had a hard time finding lately. Zach was super sore and couldn’t really get out of bed until very late in the day, and for once, it didn’t really bother me too much.
We had a super yummy early dinner at Olive Garden. I can’t remember the last time we went to that place. It was SO GOOD. I was a little on edge when we got there. There was a horrible group in the family room. They were loud and had tons of children that wanted to run up and down the stairs. Zach was a little on edge because he thought I might say something to them. I told him he was probably right. Luckily I didn’t have to do anything though! They quieted down after a gentleman from another table complained to the manager and then went directly to them and told them to keep it down. The rowdy bunch left shortly after that.
Our waitress was AMAZING! She was so funny and talkative. It made Zach a little uncomfortable, but I was cracking up the whole time. It was hard for me to believe that she was only 21!!! She told us stories about a girl that’s mean to here at the restaurant and the kill-‘em-with-kindness things that she does to try to get back at the girl. We talked about love, movies, creepy laughs, American Idol, play pens or sedatives for customers’ children at the restaurant, etc. Her name is Helen, and her boyfriend’s name is Kellan.
We googled Kellan as soon as she told us. I really, really liked the name (as if I’ll ever have kids, but whatever). It’s Irish – Gaelic. It came up with 2 different meanings: Descendant of the Bright-headed one and Slender. I still really like it and told Zach he should come up with a middle name for our fake baby. What goes well with Kellan Rasberry? Or maybe it should be a middle name? I don’t know.
I think every time we see a wandering baby from now on, I will turn to Zach and say “Hey, do you think that kid looks like it should be our Kellan?” evil laugh Zach is so scared that I’m going to come home with a stolen baby or monkey these days. I can’t say I blame him!
After dinner we did a few things at the house, looked up movie times, and called Josh over to go see Terminator with us. While we waited for him to come over, I worked out while Zach played Wii Punch Out. We went to the show. It was OK and I was glad I didn’t get my hopes up for that movie too much. I really love the actor – Anton Yelchin. He plays Reese in this Terminator, is Chekov in Star Trek, and just really adorable.
OK – well, that’s all I really have time for right now. Zach’s finally up and moving and we are probably going to get some lunch together. Going to try to write more later before I forget how it all happened.
Oh well, it isn’t like anyone is really reading it any way.
I’m trying really hard to get away from that frame of mind. I shouldn’t write my blog for an audience (because I really don’t have one), but more so for me. I tell other people that all the time – why can’t I listen to my own advice? I’m realizing more and more the things that I forget happened and well, writing them down before I have a chance to complete delete them out of my head would be a good idea.
So, I figure that’s a good place to start a new attitude to my blog.
Yesterday was a blah of a day. I wasted the majority of the daylight hours in the house – playing on the internet, watching horribly addictive reality TV, cooking a super late breakfast, and lounging. I can’t say it was entirely a waste because I was actually a bit relaxed. Relaxed is a place I’ve had a hard time finding lately. Zach was super sore and couldn’t really get out of bed until very late in the day, and for once, it didn’t really bother me too much.
We had a super yummy early dinner at Olive Garden. I can’t remember the last time we went to that place. It was SO GOOD. I was a little on edge when we got there. There was a horrible group in the family room. They were loud and had tons of children that wanted to run up and down the stairs. Zach was a little on edge because he thought I might say something to them. I told him he was probably right. Luckily I didn’t have to do anything though! They quieted down after a gentleman from another table complained to the manager and then went directly to them and told them to keep it down. The rowdy bunch left shortly after that.
Our waitress was AMAZING! She was so funny and talkative. It made Zach a little uncomfortable, but I was cracking up the whole time. It was hard for me to believe that she was only 21!!! She told us stories about a girl that’s mean to here at the restaurant and the kill-‘em-with-kindness things that she does to try to get back at the girl. We talked about love, movies, creepy laughs, American Idol, play pens or sedatives for customers’ children at the restaurant, etc. Her name is Helen, and her boyfriend’s name is Kellan.
We googled Kellan as soon as she told us. I really, really liked the name (as if I’ll ever have kids, but whatever). It’s Irish – Gaelic. It came up with 2 different meanings: Descendant of the Bright-headed one and Slender. I still really like it and told Zach he should come up with a middle name for our fake baby. What goes well with Kellan Rasberry? Or maybe it should be a middle name? I don’t know.
I think every time we see a wandering baby from now on, I will turn to Zach and say “Hey, do you think that kid looks like it should be our Kellan?” evil laugh Zach is so scared that I’m going to come home with a stolen baby or monkey these days. I can’t say I blame him!
After dinner we did a few things at the house, looked up movie times, and called Josh over to go see Terminator with us. While we waited for him to come over, I worked out while Zach played Wii Punch Out. We went to the show. It was OK and I was glad I didn’t get my hopes up for that movie too much. I really love the actor – Anton Yelchin. He plays Reese in this Terminator, is Chekov in Star Trek, and just really adorable.
OK – well, that’s all I really have time for right now. Zach’s finally up and moving and we are probably going to get some lunch together. Going to try to write more later before I forget how it all happened.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
New digs
Ha ha this is a little something I had to pick up. There was a little squeaky yellow duck that was picked up in this PetSmart trip also, but sadly, it's been destroyed already, so No pictures.
Dottie had a follow-up appointment Monday to her Vet trip. She's so tiny we try to break up all her vaccinations in more than one go. After a clean bill of health and pat on the Puppy momma's back, Dottie and I strolled the aisle dangerously to see if there was anythign thta we just couldn't live without. Part of it was the shopping bug I've had lately and part of it was knowing that the longer the trip took the less time I'd have to cook dinner. :D
This cute little pink number has taken some getting used to, but it's nice to have something to snuggle her on road trips and nice to have a place for her to get comfy of her own.
So far so good - she's really only tried to eat it once.
Friday, March 6, 2009
There really just isn't much...
There really just isn't much to say. Or maybe there's just too much.
I haven't had the time to just sit down and write something. I haven't been sketching. I've been just working and thinking and sleeping and just Running Rampant. Wasn't that was I just finished telling myself I wasn't going to do for a while?
I'm a little caught up in things today. I am thinking about luck. All the blind stupid luck. And how stupid, stupid, stupid douche-bags of people seem to have the blind stupid luck. And well, that just blows. Sometimes you wonder with luck, how does work fit in? How does karma fit in? How does a good heart fit in? I think about what I can and cannot do. The things that I totally believe I'm capable of and those I fear experiencing the most. The love that those things take. The hurt that could potentially be felt. The loss in failure versus the risk in avoidance. I think about being right on top of people and having absolutely nothing to say to them. How we float in and out of each others' days, saying the old familiars. Speaking, conversing, but not really communicating anything at all. It frustrates me. And I think about the people in my life that I can't get enough of. I try to focus on these shimmering "Awesomes" in my life. I hate and love how time seems to slip so quickly with them. I think how more they mean to me every day. I process the tears. I think about the laughter. It's all so fucked up. To put it bluntly.
I roll through these thoughts lately - like a smooth worn worry stone in the pocket of my favorite jacket. Rubbing the details right in or out of its shape.
So much of this is fueled by the 3 beers and all the hormone... It probably makes no sense at all.
I haven't had the time to just sit down and write something. I haven't been sketching. I've been just working and thinking and sleeping and just Running Rampant. Wasn't that was I just finished telling myself I wasn't going to do for a while?
I'm a little caught up in things today. I am thinking about luck. All the blind stupid luck. And how stupid, stupid, stupid douche-bags of people seem to have the blind stupid luck. And well, that just blows. Sometimes you wonder with luck, how does work fit in? How does karma fit in? How does a good heart fit in? I think about what I can and cannot do. The things that I totally believe I'm capable of and those I fear experiencing the most. The love that those things take. The hurt that could potentially be felt. The loss in failure versus the risk in avoidance. I think about being right on top of people and having absolutely nothing to say to them. How we float in and out of each others' days, saying the old familiars. Speaking, conversing, but not really communicating anything at all. It frustrates me. And I think about the people in my life that I can't get enough of. I try to focus on these shimmering "Awesomes" in my life. I hate and love how time seems to slip so quickly with them. I think how more they mean to me every day. I process the tears. I think about the laughter. It's all so fucked up. To put it bluntly.
I roll through these thoughts lately - like a smooth worn worry stone in the pocket of my favorite jacket. Rubbing the details right in or out of its shape.
So much of this is fueled by the 3 beers and all the hormone... It probably makes no sense at all.
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