Friday, February 22, 2008

Holy Crap I'm 26.

So I know there's a lot of people out there who are older than 26; this is no attack on their age. It's just crazy to see your life fly by so fast. I remember going to some presentation on fitness (I don't know why I was there) and the speaker showed a chart on "peak ages" for men and women. A woman's peak is at 25, so I guess it's all down hill from here. I kept telling Casey to enjoy me in my prime because after 25 I'm just going to let myself go.
Ok, so it's really not that dramatic for me to be 26, and it was a great day. Casey got up early and made me a breakfast sandwich and cut up fruit, and surprised me with a new bike for my present! I was very excited, and will hopefully get much use out of it doing triathalons and cross country bike rides....or cruises around the neighborhood like we did this morning.
After work we ordered some Papa Johns and watched some Wheel of Fortune. I had some friends over later in the evening to eat cake and watch LOST; it was a very enjoyable and relaxing evening. Thanks to all for the phone calls and birthday wishes. Life is good at 26.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Random 7

The Random 7

I was just tagged by Koe on this. We'll see how it goes.

Here's the rules:

Once you are tagged, link back to the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Post 7 random or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
Tag 7 people and link to them.
Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.

Seven Random or Weird Facts About Me: (Jessie)
1. I wish I were an accountant. I would love to go back to school, but there's a baby in my tummy and we're poor.
2. I rarely wear socks, so my feet/shoes almost always smell bad.
3. I cannot do a real pushup. Girls pushups, no problem.
4. I only shave on Sundays, and that's not every Sunday.
5. I just got rollerblades but can't use them since I'm pregnant and fear a horrible fall. And my husband also bought a skateboard so we can someday have fun trips in the park.
6. I'm horribly sad because Raheem got bit by a big dog at the dog park and now has 4 stitches with a huge drainage tube in his side. It hurt him too much to move last night, and he wet himself on the recliner. When we finally noticed and put him on the patio, he sat in the corner in shame. Big sniff.
7. I have consumed a Capri Sun daily for the past 2 weeks.

I don't tag anyone because I don't have friends yet. I'll have to figure that out soon.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Raheem III

This is our beagle Raheem III. Everytime someone learns the name of our dog, there appears a puzzled look on his face. Following is the story of our dear dog's name:
Before we were married, Casey decided to take a "manny" position in England. (Manny= male nanny). It was the perfect opportunity for me to visit jolly ol' England, so I went out for 2 weeks. On our list of sites to see was Paris. But in order to get to Paris we first had to take a train/bus/taxi to London, then from there take the train to Paris.
Casey bought our non-refundable tickets, and we planned our two day trip. As the day of our departure arrived, he assured me we had plenty of time to make it to the train station, so we occupied our time with activities other than packing. Finally, at 10 pm, we wheeled our luggage to an empty, dark train station. As we sat, hopefully awaiting a train, we finally saw one in the distance headed our way. We stood up, gathered our bags, and waited. Zoom, there goes the train. We decided to try a bus. Again we wheeled our luggage to another stop only to find the bus schedule ended at 10. Ok, let's try a taxi. We then proceeded to waste away all our change at a pay phone trying to reach a cab company.
In desperation, we started walking. Our train from London to Paris left at 4am. By this time it was well past midnight and we still had over 20 miles to walk. In the rare occasion that a car past, we waved and held up our thumbs and tried any means to stop them for a ride. Finally, after an hour and half of walking, a young man pulled over. He had seen us walking on his way into town, and took pity when he saw us again on his way out. His name was Raheem.
So why is our dog named Raheem III? We soon encountered another Raheem. In London we stayed in a hostel where we shared a room with a 40 something year old man, named....Raheem. He was from Iran and was looking to start a new life. He was so friendly and so excitable that we immediately took a liking to him. It was then we decided that Raheem was a name to be honored.