Manic Monday turned into Maahvelous Monday

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
~Mark Twain

By 9 a.m., I was itching to write a post about how this had been a pretty crappy Monday and a pretty crappy way to start the week.

It started out earlier than I expected because Skah had decided that he was going to pace and pace and pace the hardwood floors in the livingroom and the *PLOP* his 120-pound self down onto the floor only to get up and pace again because he felt that at 5:30 in the morning, it was time to get up.

After taking the dogs outside (and it was rainy and icky to stand out there), it was time to get their food. I opened the refrigerator because that’s where the open can of pumpkin is kept (in order to keep nasty Big D days from being repeated) for his daily food add-in.   Yeah, as I was taking it out, I managed to spill an entire large bowl of garlic mashed cauliflower (awesome substitute for potatoes!) all down the shelves of fridge and all across the kitchen floor.

After cleaning that up, I was quite late getting ready for work when Huzzy called… at the time I was already supposed to be at work.  So I did what any other good MilSpouse would do when a husband who is deployed calls… forget work and sit down and talk to him.  So that lasted about half an hour so I was REALLY late for work, but wasn’t worried since I’m salaried and can make it up by staying late or taking a shorter lunch (I live 2 minutes from work).

Flowers from Anonymous Coworker

Flowers from anonymous coworker

So I grabbed the brand new tweed peacoat that I also purchased and went to head out the door… only to notice that they left the security ink tag on it.  And I had put my only other jacket that I have left in Michigan in the wash.  Luckily it was 50 outside so while it was chilly, I didn’t NEED it.  But I sure wasn’t happy to have to go back to the store to get it taken off.  Halfway to work, I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone at work.  Fan-flippin-tastic.

And that was all by 9 a.m.

Nothing else happened that made the day worse, but the start just kinda ruined it and it just felt crappy.  Until the afternoon.

I was in a co-worker’s office that she shares with two other people (a very large office) and commented that the other female co-worker’s flowers that she got a few weeks ago were amazing since they were just now dying.  Then I mentioned how I’ve only received flowers at work from Huzzy once (got flowers twice total since we met). I also said I wasn’t complaining especially since he remembered that I loved daisies and made sure those were in the vase.

Two hours later, I get a call from the front desk saying I had flowers waiting for me. I almost started crying because I couldn’t believe what a coincidence it was for Huzzy to send me flowers just a few hours after mentioning that he’s only sent me them once at work. I mentioned this to my office mate and she was extremely excited too.

So I went down to get the flowers and was blinking back the tears of joy. I read on the card, “And now it’s two.”  And they were yellow daisies.

Um… that wasn’t from Huzzy.  So I went straight upstairs to coworker’s office and told her that she didn’t need to send me the flowers and but that I appreciated them.  She insisted that she didn’t send them and suggested that maybe my husband did send them.

So I went back to my office and called the flower shop to inquire as to who sent them.  The guy on the other end said he didn’t know who it was and that it looked like it had been paid in cash.  So I asked him if they were ordered today or sometime in the past and he said today.  Obviously that wasn’t Huzzy since he’s somewhere in the Pacific.

Then I started thinking that there WAS one other person in the room when coworker and I had our conversation. Coworker #3… a guy who I’ve not always had the best working relationship with and who will be retiring in a few years. So I went to him and told him the same thing… that he really shouldn’t have but that I appreciated it.  He, too, insisted that it wasn’t him.

So coworker #1 and I went back to check the card and it definitely looked very similar to coworker #3’s writing. So I went back to him and he still insisted that it wasn’t him.  I decided that it has to be one of those two and that it could possibly be both of them.  So I told them that if they did it, they totally made my day because I was having a bad one. And I thanked them.

I think I’m going to write a thank you letter and address it to both of them. Just telling them that I’m still pretty sure it was one of them and that it’s fine if they don’t want to come forward but that they totally made my day. And I’m going to promise to pay it forward one day.  Because I feel that is very important.  I’ve done it in the past and it is just such a wonderful feeling.


Starting a New Running Program

I have to exercise in the morning before my brain figures out what I’m doing.
~Marsha Doble

My toe is pretty much healed. A bit tender in spots, but mostly healed.  So I need to get back to my running. Or, rather, just start running.runner

Other MilSpouses on SpouseBuzz and in other MilSpouse blogs (like High Heels and Combat Boots and Most Certainly Not)  are trying a program called Cool Running: The Couch-to-5K Running Program.  It looks very simple, and from what I’m hearing from others, it really works.  And in only two months and only 25-30 minutes three  times a week!

I’m going to start the week of November 8… when I get done with my first week of active duty. If I can’t do it right away, I’ll start the next week. We’ll see how tough the first week or two is for me… I might skip ahead few weeks!

Anyone want to start with me?  You can do it with the goal of distance or time. I’d love to have someone start this out with me!

Here’s the program:

Week 1
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then alternate 60 seconds of running with 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes.

Week 2
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then alternate 90 seconds of jogging and two minutes of walking for a total of 20 minutes.

Week 3
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then two repetitions of the following:

  • Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
  • Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
  • Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
  • Walk 400 yards (or 3 minutes)

Week 4
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then do the following:

  • Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
  • Walk 1/4 mile (or 2 1/2  minutes)
  • Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Week 5
Workout 1: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.

  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
  • Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
  • Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Workout 2: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.

  • Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
  • Walk 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
  • Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)

Workout 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2 miles (or 20 minutes) with no walking.

Week 6
Workout 1: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.

  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
  • Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
  • Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Workout 2: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.

  • Jog 1 mile (or 10 minutes)
  • Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
  • Jog 1 mile (or 10 minutes)

Workout 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2 1/4 miles (or 25 minutes) with no walking.

Week 7
Workout 1, 2 & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2.5 miles (or 25 minutes) with no walking.

Week 8
Workout 1, 2 & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2.75 miles (or 28 minutes) with no walking.

Week 9
Workout 1, 2 & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 3 miles (or 30 minutes).


The Only Constant is Change

We are never prepared for what we expect.
~James A. Michener, Caravans

I never really explained all the frustration of this post. When I saw Huzzy and spent two weeks with him back in August, we both cat yellknew that we would most likely not see one another again until he returned from deployment. Of course, we also knew that there was a small chance that I could see him again when I came out in October to go to my drill weekend.  Knowing our luck, we were pretty sure it would be next year before we saw one another again.

So it came as a huge kick in the teeth when we found out that pretty much at the exact time I was scheduled to land in Seattle for my drill weekend was pretty much the exact time he was scheduled to fly off to meet the boat that is forward deployed in an area which I can’t talk about due to OPSEC. I mean, I know we planned on not seeing each other again, but to find out that we’d miss each other by less than a few hours was horrible.

So we quickly made some calculations and decided that we were going to spend the extra money to change my plane tickets and head out there early so we could see each other one last time. I decided to leave a few days in between just in case the date was upped again.

In the end, it didn’t matter because his leave date was changed again… until quite a bit later than the original date. So he was still there when I finished my drill weekend and we were able to spend several fantastic days together.

The few days where I thought Huzzy and I would be missing each other by mere minutes was the most frustrating thing I’ve experienced in my life, but it ended up to be some absolutely perfect few days with him. Actually, because they were unexpected days, we just savored them and they were that much sweeter.


Friday Funny #11: Skah the Huge Puppy

I’ve always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, “Ain’t that the truth.”
~Quincy Jones

It’s time for the next “Friday Funny.” As a Navy wife with a husband who isn’t home much (and is deployed right now) sometimes things can get a bit melancholy.

Please join me with the “Friday Funny” meme. It can be anything from a comment that made you laugh or a funny story or even a funny photo/video you have seen.  Leave a comment if you post one and I’ll visit your blog to see!

This week’s is another video of our Great Pyrenees Skah.  He’s 21 months old and definitely looks like an adult dog… but he’s still a puppy most of the time!  Here he’s playing “wild dog” in a very small room!


Freak-Out Wednesday

Now that it’s all over, what did you really do yesterday that’s worth mentioning?
~Coleman Cox

Yesterday, I freaked out. Why? Because I was driving to the other side of the state (yes, a 5 hour round trip!) to go to

One day I want to see these... just not now!

One day I want to see these... just not now!

my follow-up appointment for this blasted toe.

And while I was driving, I was thinking of all the things I needed to accomplish (as ya do!). My mind fell on “I need to pick up my birth control prescription by Sunday.”  You see, back in August, my *uh-hem* womanly time fell during one of the two weeks I was supposed to be spending with Huzzy. Not only that, but it was during the time that we were going whitewater rafting and camping. In woods that have bears. Who like… dead things. Kinda like… oh never mind, you get it.

Anyway, I decided that instead of taking the dummy pills, I’d just start on my next pack so I’d skip that lovely time all together. I figured when Huzzy was gone on the submarine that I’d just get back on the regular schedule and with him not around, we wouldn’t have to worry about any… ooopies.  So that’s what I was doing this time around.

As I was driving and remembering to pick up my prescription, I realized it had been a while since I’d been off the BC (which I had to do to get back on my normal routine of my “week” starting on Sunday). Then I started thinking… Oh. My. God.  It’s been many days since I took that last pill. Um, something should have happened by now. And it hasn’t. And I’m usually bemoaning the fact that it comes early.

Now, Huzzy and I want children for sure. It’s just that right now, with us only having been together for 9 weeks out of our now 7 month marriage… well, we kinda want to spend some time together. Not to mention the fact that I may not have a job yet when our house sells so we will be reaaaally strapped for money. And we just can’t do that right now.

So as soon as I figured that out, I remembered that it would have been my dad’s 62nd birthday that day. Hmm.  Then the next billboard sign was for a birthing center and featured a big smiling baby with “Happy Birth Day” on it.  Hmm.

Then I turned on the radio to distract myself and what comes on? Carrie Underwood’s All American Girl, the song I love to use to tease my husband with because he wants boys and I want at least one girl (he’s terrified to have a girl).  The song lyrics include, “Since the day they got married/He’d been praying for a little baby boy/…..But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket/All those big dreams changed.”

And since I’m big on “signs” I was really starting to freak out. Then I thought back to the other day when I smelled something that the firefighters didn’t. Um, isn’t a sign of pregnancy an enhanced sense of smell?

I kept trying to tell myself that I wasn’t pregnant. I didn’t feel differently. I wasn’t throwing up. And that I was on birth control.  So it shouldn’t happen, right?   So after I came home from the doctor’s appointment, I stopped at the store to pick up a test… a digital one so I couldn’t imagine a faint line or anything… and brought it home to use this morning (’cause I know that’s when the hormones are concentrated).

Of course, by the time I got home, I was starting to notice some signs of Aunt Flo visiting. And by this morning, I was pretty sure she was definitely going to show up. I watch the “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant” series too much to be completely sure of myself, so I took the test this morning.  Whew. No unplanned joy on the way.  I want kids eventually, but it’s just not the best time–for us or for potential babies–right now.

So yeah, I feel better. And better  yet, the doctor said that since I’m 2 weeks post-removal of the growth on my toe, it now only has a “slim” chance of returning. Yay!!!

I’m just going to ignore the sore throat that is starting…