writer's workshop :: that day

I often find myself just staring at BF in admiration. Never in my life did I think I could or would love someone this much.

During these moments of adoration, the same thought is always running through my mind... How did I get this lucky? Never did I imagine that WE would be here, together, like this. Never.

Because it was so hard for me to imagine this point in my life, I am always asking BF about our first date. Specifically, I like to hear his point of view on the night.

I remember it vividly. I replay those first moments over and over again in my head. We had the most amazing dinner and the most amazing conversation. The food was incredible. But I was too nervous to eat any of it {so I took a to-go box & I downed it in the car on my way home from our date! - ha!}. We laughed and laughed and laughed.

He drove me back to my car. We talked outside for about an hour. I wanted him to kiss me. He didn't {he would tell me on our second date that he wanted to kiss me, but didn't want to break his "I don't kiss on first dates rule"}.

I still remember the butterflies I had for days and days after that.

I never imagined that it would have lasted this long. The butterflies are still here. & they are here to stay. But I love thinking back to when it all started.

Inspired by the prompt "If you had to relive a day in your life what day would it be?" from Mama Kat's Writers Workshop.

monday mantra :: march 15th

This week will be a week of adjustments, at both work and at home. Our office moved to a new location and a lot of things changed. And at home I'm going to be unpacking for a while. I am making no plans this week {or weekend for that matter} in hopes of getting some things organized.

I believe in that good things are coming! Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not the next day, but one day at a time ... WE are building our life TOGETHER {even if we are separated by a few miles right now}.

I'm addicted to loving him. Sigh.

I wish I could get my booty back to the gym!

I'm jealous of people who are on vacation this week! BF & I go to Maine in just a few weeks but it seems like it's just not soon enough!

Soundtrack/Mantra for the week: "Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted." - John Lennon

where did the weekend go?!?

It's official. I've moved. & I'm officially exhausted.

I thought my injury would keep me from moving. It didn't. In my defense, I didn't lift anything heavy.

But. I do live on the second floor and had to move all of my boxes from my 2nd floor apartment to the moving truck.

We did it. BF & I did it! It only took us about 75-ish trips each up and down the stairs.

Ouch. That is how we feel. I didn't realize that my feet were aching because of all the blisters {gross, I know, but it's the truth. and the truth is ugly sometimes}.

Unloading at the new place was easy. Unpacking? Ehh not even started {minus the Kitchenaid Mixer, which obviously I unpacked immediately}.

Other than moving, BF and I had a great weekend spending time together. As usual, it was far too short. He left just over an hour ago... and I've been in tears, on and off, ever since.

So if you need me, I'll be drowning my sorrows in trashy TV, an apple fritter {what? BF told me to get it... :) Don't judge!}, and ginger ale.

{thank goodness it's a BF weekend}

We made it to the weekend.

FINALLY.

I'm so glad it's here, but so much is going on this weekend, that I know it's going to just fly by.

Today I go to see the Orthopedic Surgeon. I'm super nervous. I've never seen an orthopedic surgeon, so me = freaking out.

Plus today at work we are all packing our work stuff up in boxes. Our office is moving over the weekend and obviously I don't have enough packing to do and so all of my paperwork and such needs to be packed away before I leave the office today. No pressure. Ha.

Then right after work I am heading to the new place to meet the landlord to grab the keys! {yay!} Then I'm getting home to pack some more before BF shows up! {double Yay!}

I made dinner reservations for 6:30 at the Retreat. I love the Retreat. The food is delish, but know that it can get busy on a Friday.

Tomorrow morning I wake up bright & early to drop Oscar puppy off at doggy daycare. We figured we might as well save the puppy from some anxiety from watching us pack his life up into a giant truck that he has NO clue where it's headed. So off to daycare he goes.

Then I go to pick up the truck, grab some breakfast for my helpers {since I'm injured I am limited to the amount of moving I can actually do}, then start packing things up!

Hopefully the move itself will be quick and painless for all! & my hope is that BF & I have some time to just spend together Saturday and Sunday. And perhaps Sunday I will be able to break open this bad boy & start baking:



{This pretty thing came in the mail yesterday!}

true story... wednesday?

I wouldn't be surprised the people at the sub shop down the street think I'm pregnant. My order i as follows: Turkey sub on white, Swiss cheese, "lots of dijon horseradish mustard," and "lots & lots of pickles!" Yep. Sounds like food a preggers orders! But nope, not preggo. Just weird.

True story.

BF & I are going to Portland, Maine for a mini-vacay in a couple of months. So if anyone out there knows of the good places to see/things to eat, please let me know!

{picture of the inn by the sea, where we're staying}

True story.

The last time we went on a mini-vacay together was last May. But this is the first time we will be flying some place together!

True story.

I am also nervous now that I'm planning a mini-vacation. There just seems to be a lot to put together sometimes for everything to "go right." It's a lot of pressure.

True story.

I have pretty much eaten nothing but lean pockets for the last week. Most lame food ever. Also though? Only food in my freezer & my freezer needs more space. Me = eating lean pockets until the freezer is empty.

True story.

I didn't have enough time in between sleeping the day away yesterday to write this post, so y'all are just going to have to deal with a True Story Wednesday instead of Tuesday this week! :)

True story.

{monday mantra :: march 8th)

This week I'm hoping for zero stress and beautiful weather!

I believe in the power of laughter!

I'm addicted to shopping online and am so tempted to buy a few high-priced item from foodzie.com.

I wish for BF to move up here soon! I miss him so!

I'm jealous of people who are able to work out with no restrictions from their doctors.

Soundtrack/Mantra for the week: "Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure." -Oprah {still the same. i love it oh so much!}

it's what i didn't do that matters.

What I did this wekeend:

- Packed
- Drank wine
- Went to see Valentine's Day with a friend
- Did some serious shopping/talking with Em at the outlet mall
- Bought a new purse
- Ate an amazing meal at Bangkok
- Had a couple glasses of wine
- Did lots of laundry
- Caught up on trashy TV
- Took a lovely Lush bath
- Spent lots of quality time with Oscar puppy at the park

What I didn't do this weekend:

- Get everything packed up

That's really it. And that's a real problem, unfortunately. We are t-minus 5 days until the move to my new apartment, and I have some things in boxes, but not enough.

That being said, who wants to come over and pack my stuff up while i go to sleep help me pack?!

{ why I'm this way }

I'm not gonna lie. I have been majorly down lately.

I've noticed. BF's noticed. You've noticed.

So first and foremost I want to thank you all for being so supportive of me lately. It has not gone unnoticed.

I also wanted to fill you all in on what has been raining on my parade.

First, I was sick pretty much the entire month of January. Then I took a pretty nasty fall in the parking lot & work in February and tore my knee up. I've been doing physical therapy 3 times a week, seeing another doctor once a week, and my knee has gotten worse.

On top of that, my knee injury is causing some serious sleep deprivation. The aches & pains are keeping me awake pretty much all night long. Take note that Rachel on 1-2 hours of sleep = crying, crabby, angry, hot mess.

& this workout-a-holic has not been able to hit the gym at all. The injury + sleep deprivation = no workouts for me = no endorphins released = UGH.

Plus BF & I haven't seen each other in 3 weeks. That's the longest we've gone without a visit, but we won't be seeing each other until next weekend = 4 weeks = Double UGH.

It's really not like me at all to be so, well, depressed. I'm generally a very happy-go-lucky person. I know it's temporary, but it's definitely been a difficult road for me lately. Not asking for your pity, just saying thanks for being there for me y'all!! So thank you for putting up with my crabbiness and my emotional-mess-ness. I appreciate YOU! :)

{writer's workshop - a difficult conversation}

This isn't easy to say. You know, sometimes I think you're too hard on yourself.

Truthfully, I think almost all of the time most of the time you are too hard on yourself. It's not easy for me to tell you this, but you've really got to just let some things go and let them happen. As badly as you'd like to, you cannot control everything.

And you know you are a control freak.

I know you've been struggling lately with the whole not being able to work out thing. You seem to be really down, but don't be! This isn't the end of the world. You should know that. It's simply a temporary roadblock. And your safety and health should be most important, not your outward appearance.

So just relax.

Don't stress.

Breathe.

Let. It. GO.

Someone needs to tell you this, so it might as well be me. I'll be the bad guy and say the things that no one else wants to say, and the things you refuse to admit.

xoxo,
Yourself

This letter to myself has been inspired by the prompt: A difficult conversation.

{this post has been part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop}

true story tuesday.

Have I mentioned I'm addicted to planning and budgeting? So much so that the fact that I can't predict the weather for the weekend of my big move to the new place is freaking me out like craziness.

True story.

I refuse to put a deposit down on a UHaul until I hear the forecast.

True story.

I'm so looking forward to this weekend! Not only am I going to the outlet mall with my heterosexual life partner, Em!

True story.

I really shouldn't be doing anything this weekend cause I must pack and I'm pretty much useless in doing so during the week.

True story.

Angela tweeted about this dress yesterday and now I am in love.

{dress found here}

True story.