Friday Fragments!

It's been awhile since I've done Friday Fragments and I'm excited about this edition...you know, since it's the last Friday Fragments of 2010! Head over to Mrs. 4444's fantabulous page to find out more about the Fragging Fun and while you're there you can check out more fragments from other spectacular folks AND you can link up your own Friday Fragments AFTER you read the directions. :)

: I don't have to work tomorrow! Yay!

: I think every couple should turn on America's Funniest Home Videos when an argument begins...just TRY not to laugh. And then try to remember what you were arguing about during the commercials, it's virtually impossible.

: It's the last day of the year ya'll!! Can I tell you that every time I say type "ya'll" I think of Paula Deen. And thinking of Paula Deen makes me think of the way she says spatula with a "r" on the end so it comes out like "spatular." Cracks me up.

: I don't do resolutions. I don't have anything against them it's just I know better than to set myself up like that. It's sort of like how I never start a diet on a Monday because by Tuesday I've decided to start over next Monday. :) So it makes me a little happy that Matt and I began our healthy lifestyle journey long before it could be called a "New Year's Resolution" and have been able to stick with it...for instance, today is our 94th day that Mr. Ski and I have been smoke free.

: I feel that our house is in some need of some re-styling. I feel like we're stuck in the college student/newly-wed stage. I need some inspiration, ya'll! (Oh, and I promise never to use the word ya'll in 2011!)

: I got a FitBit from Mr. Ski for Christmas...and I absolutely cannot wait figure out how to use it this weekend! The sleep stuff definitely interests me the most!

: I have an unhealthy addiction to the Teen Mom series. Ok, so it's probably not unhealthy but it's definitely addictive. Shew, those girls (and boys)...make me reconsider having kids all together!

: I will leave you now. I hope your 2010 is all wrapped up and your 2011 is ready to be written. 'Cause it's here ya'll!!! (You know I had to get at least one more in since I can't say type it at all next year!)

Princess falls a lot...

After a few days of extreme clumsiness it is my hope that I have met my "fall" quota for the year.

I had been counting my blessings for the few clumsy moments I have had throughout 2010. There was a stumble here, trip there and numerous times that I straight up just ran into something/someone, but nothing too painful (read: embarrassing) until...duh duh DUHHHHHHHHHHHH!...this past Holiday weekend.

I was walking being walked by my sister's dog Buddy (a Weimaraner) who is 72 pounds of muscle and power (that dude can run 28 miles per hour!!) when the next thing I know I see his leash on the snow trailing behind him. How did I drop that?!?! (Oh, I should probably note that I was carrying a gift bag, gift box, and a frisbee disc as well as his leash.) I began to panic, you know since this dog can run FAST and I could just see him running off while on my watch! I started to run after him...fortunately for me he wasn't running at full speed, (I don't think he knew that he had no restrictions) he was just sort of trotting along when I got close enough that I went for the leash only to slide on the snow covered hill while lunging and down I went, falling on my left hip, I bounded up like I meant to do it (it's all about acting like you meant to do it...I've realized) and managed to snag his leash before he realized that he could be running 28 MPH in the opposite direction of me. Crisis averted. Hilarity ensued after when I turn around to see my mom on the front porch laughing (only after she asked if I was ok, of course).

Mr. Ski and I arrived home on Sunday. We had parked my car in the driveway a little wonky for safety reasons so I got out to move it. After moving it, I had gotten out of the car to see if I needed to move it more (the snow on all of my windows (except for a peep hole I had scraped off) prevented me from doing the best job) when my left foot hit a patch of ice and down I went on my left hip...again. This time it hurt, a lot. According to Mr. Ski, who wasted no time coming to my assistance, I reminded him of a little kid because as soon as I landed I burst into giant tears. What can I say...I'm a bit of a baby and dramatic.

I'm recovering...as is my pride. I can only hope that those two falls were the last of this year, even though there are 3 days left in 2010...

P.S. I think I used too many ( ) in this post. Thoughts?

P.P.S. There's nothing better than a good bruise to show off after a fall mostly because bruises are cool but also to prove that you actually fell...guess how many I have after these instances... Um, yeah, NONE! What a let down.

Please tell me I'm not the only one...

who mulls over a list of "to-do's" yet has no idea of where to start or motivation to attempt to start anywhere. I probably am the only one amongst my readers who does that on second thought, lazy comes easily to me.

I hate that being lazy doesn't bother me.

(Sidebar: I do work a full-time job, my home is not a disaster and I do cook at least three times a week (usually). That said...if the opportunity arises and I can be lazy, I will. But actually I prefer to be busy...lulls make me want to nap hence, be lazy.)

I am surrounded by people who are totally opposite me on the lazy scale. My husband for one. That man rarely, if ever, is lazy. And usually if he is...it's because I've conned him into sleeping in an extra 30 minutes on a Saturday morning or lured him into hours vegging on the couch watching Buffy.

I wish I was more like him...but sometimes I just don't have the gumption to be the go-getter.

All that to say...

I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO IN LESS THAN 72 HOURS!

And yet, I'm sitting with Mr. Ski watching the Bears/Vikings game...blogging.

eighty-one

Today is the 81st day that Mr. Ski and I have been smoke free.

Yet, it feels like I stopped smoking yesterday.

Why is this so hard for me? Why can't I see/feel/comprehend the benefits my body's experienced since I stopped smoking eighty days ago?

I don't think anything tastes or smells better or even different for that matter, I don't feel any different at all actually. Also, I don't think we've saved any money...I know we have but I can't see that in the check register. So why am I feeling so bitter? Probably because:

I'm bitter that it has been eighty days since my last cigarette.
I'm bitter that this isn't as easy (as it seems to be) for me as it is for Mr. Ski. (Gosh, I feel bad for saying that. I'm very proud of you babe, I just wish I had more of your stick-to-it mentality)
I'm bitter that I enjoyed smoking as much as I apparently did.
I'm bitter because I can't seem to shut up about wanting a cigarette.
I'm bitter that I know I could easily fall back into smoking like I never stopped.
I'm bitter that I have to make a list of reasons why I'm bitter in order for me to see how silly I'm being.

ARGH!

As much as I want a cigarette, I will deny myself and keep quit. Because I do know deep down that I'm doing something for myself that my future self will thank me for and I would only be letting her down if I gave in now.

Sleep Scenes

Last night I dreamed of my Pawpaw.

I was sitting in the living room at my parent's house, he was sitting in a recliner. I know for certain that I was lecturing someone about something they had done that I felt was inappropriate. (Shocker, I know.)

I had to leave, so I went to tell him goodbye. I was standing in front of him and he asked me to help him up. I did. He embraced me and it felt so real. I could smell Old Spice on his neck and feel the warmth of his arms around me and I could hear him saying "I love you" over and over in my ear. While I hugged him I sobbed...loud sobs. And I told him how much I loved him.

And then I left. I left. I can't believe I left. Why would I willingly leave someone who is no longer on this earth? The only reason I can think of is because in my dream he was far from gone, he was sitting right there...very much alive telling me he loved me.

When I woke up this morning, that dream was the only one I could remember. It felt so real that I momentarily forgot that he was gone. I was angry with myself, angry that I left, angry that I didn't hug him once more and angry that I didn't recognize the significance of that moment. It was only a dream, I know that. But it felt so real that when I realized that he was in fact gone, I started to cry.

Even though he's gone and I am sad that he's gone I am grateful that I have so many memories of him and with him. He was an amazing man who had a precious soul and a tender heart but also had a hard head. (And family members who possess that same hard head consider it a honor!) :)

I love you Pawpaw, and I miss you everyday.