July 31, 2009

happy birthday, baby

Today is Wade’s birthday; the boys and I celebrated by going out for dinner. Without him. Nothing odd about that, is there?

Anchorage, Alaska, July 2009

Wade isn’t here; he’s in the middle of nowhere in Alaska, fly fishing with his dad and some other guys. It is truly the trip of a lifetime — for at least the past decade, Wade and Bob have been talking about doing this, but always in a wouldn’t-it-be-great kind of way. On a fluke, this spring, a chance to actually go fell into their laps, and so they packed their gear and headed west. (more…)

July 30, 2009

these days, life is less “suck it up” and more “suck it in”

I’m on day three of the 30 Day Shred and frankly, if I live to day 30 it will be a complete miracle. Yesterday I whined to Chris that I wanted results a whole lot faster; she suggested that I do the entire 30 days all at once.

I was tempted.

I know that sculpted triceps take time and work, and I’m good with that, mostly (except for the part where the work part leaves me completely unable to lift my arms any higher than my waist — that part makes me a little weepy). In the meantime, though, I’m trying to manage the little roll of pizza dough that lingered after I lost all the baby weight, right there under my belly button and over the top of my jeans.

You know what I’m talking about. (more…)

July 29, 2009

40 is the new funny

Last Wednesday, Chris and I got up at the ass crack of dawn to fly to Chicago, because that way, we would have a WHOLE EXTRA DAY to do fun things!

Or to moan about how we got up at 3:00 am to get to the damn airport. Whatever. We do that all the time, book these extra super early flights and then spend the entire time we are wherever we are trying to recover from that first day of travel. This time around, though, we were smart; on Wednesday night, we climbed into our hotel beds at 9:30. Melissa was texting us from a dinner: “On my way back to the hotel! Come to the bar!”

“Eh we’re in our pajamas. Chris is in bed.”

“Drink a Red Bull and get downstairs!”

I looked over to tell Chris about the Red Bull only to discover that she was fast asleep. At 9:46 pm. Truly, we are rock stars.

I’m doing the 30 Day Shred, mostly to get my stomach in shape. If I just lived closer to Chris and Heather, I wouldn’t have to worry about working out because the laughter would flatten my tummy out in no time.

I love this picture of Heather; I have no idea what Chris and I were saying, but that face is one we see all the time when the three of us are together, the face that says, “Oh my god you two are scaring the crap out of me with your total immaturity.” We’re just trying to prove to her that being 40 and having kids isn’t the end of the world.

Or maybe we’re just trying to prove that to ourselves. Hmm.

This post of Chris’ does the best job of summing up the weekend. I read it and could not stop laughing, although maybe that’s because I was there and it was all even funnier the first time. And then I had back-to-back text messages from Chris and Heather.

Chris: Heather just called me laughing. We didn’t even talk, just laughed.

Heather: I was going to ask if Chris told you about the deodorant fiasco. I guess she did …