Kicked to the Couch

I’m beginning to think maybe that I’m just not supposed to get more than four or five hours of sleep on the weekend.

Even when I go to bed at an acceptable time.

Fact: I do not allow the cell phone into the room during the week. I also don’t have a television in my room. Or a radio. Yes- that makes me one of those weirdos that believes in keeping minimal electronics in the bedroom. It’s my “rest” area and that’s all it’s used for. 

Only on the weekends is the cell phone allowed on the night stand. Yes, I get texts at all hours of the night on any typical Friday or Saturday. You’d think it would bother me. But it doesn’t. I’m glad my friends are cooler than I am- staying out way later and wondering where I am (thanks for making me feel special). Texts of the funniest thing of the night.  Sending me pics of their 3:00 AM fast food purchases (I play the “guess which drive-thru he’s going to” game with one of my guy friends).

Over the last few weeks, these texts haven’t woken me up. They’ve just been a reminder that I am yet to fall asleep once and it’s 3:00 in the morning.

At about 3:30, I said screw it and moved to my couch.

Slept like a baby. The couch didn’t judge me for my low key weekend. The couch understands me and my needs. Screw you, bed!

It was only four hours of uninterrupted sleep. But still. 7:30 is considered sleeping in around these parts.

The couch may quite possibly become my weekend bed.  Nothing wrong with that.

That has been the only unpleasant part of my weekend. Yesterday afternoon, Mon and I went to meet up with some of her fam to check out a winery in the western Chicago suburbs.

Yes, the weather was less than desirable. But I don’t require sunshine to drink wine.

Acquaviva Winery is located in Maple Park, Illinois, and according to the bartender who took care of our tasting, yesterday was the official one-year anniversary of their doors being open to the public.

When we started, she said the tasting would be of 6 wines (3 white, 3 red) and equal to about the same as one glass.

I promise you, it was more.The reds were very bold, but I ended up sticking with the more mellow whites to go with my meal. I will always be a chard girl at heart. Plus- when eating out, I tend to go towards seafood/fish/chicken. They just pair up much better.Whitefish with sautéed spinach and roasted potatoes. Mon and I both ordered this. It made us happy.Happy tummies. Even if we’re wearing long sleeves and sweaters. In the middle of May.

I’m still not over it. Stupid weather.

Steve and Angie, our partners in crime for the evening, also gave their food the “thumbs up”.After sufficiently stuffing ourselves, we made our way back to Angie and Steve’s for dessert (I’ll tell you about it later) and a little coffee to keep the food coma from taking over.

Their 5-year-old son had left his bucket of crayons out on the table. Angie tried to put it away, but I quickly stopped her.Their son came back downstairs and surveyed my work. The flower was nice, but I could still use a little work.

Five-year-olds don’t settle for anything but the best. Noted.

Now that I’ve gotten my four(ish) hours of sleep, I’m off to get a few things done. Starting with the gym. As soon as my iPod is finished charging. 

Gotta have my Florence and the Machine to get my run on.

Happy Sunday!

Four Hours

Four hours. That’s a lot of time when doing some things.

For example, I will probably never run four hours. Two hours for a half marathon is good enough for me.

I will never drive for four hours without a potty break. That’s a long span of time to be on the road without stopping. My bladder is too small for such things.

I will probably never clean for four hours straight. Classified as a “spot cleaner”, I am the girl who will focus on one or two things each night and use a span of days to actually “clean my apartment”.  So if you come to visit, please give me at least three days warning- thanks.

One thing to do for four hours that makes it seem like not a lot of time?

Sleep. Sleeping for four hours in one night is simply not right.

I need at least five. Six to display some intelligence. Six-and-a-half to not be hateful.

If you remember, I had a late night on Saturday night and didn’t realize until after I had gotten up how much rest I actually (didn’t) have.

But it was fine. Luckily I didn’t have a busy day planned or anything.

Oh wait…

First on the ticket was Jaime’s shower.

There was punch and alcohol offered. I stuck with water. I think all the guests should take this as a moment to publicly apologize to Jaime. We played the game “guess the size of her belly” and all overshot- by at least six inches. Um…. sorry…. :p

After games, cake (!), and presents, I left her house with a sugar buzz and confidence that I was up on the latest summer fashions for newborn girls. Ruffles on the butt are VERY “in” this year.

And the sugar buzz seemed to kick-start my “second wind”.  Or, if we’re being honest, it may have been a “first wind”.

It was time to meet up with a few more of my favorite suburb gals for dinner at Grande Jake’s in Buffalo Grove. Mon and I hadn’t done our regular Sundays of Mexican food in quite some time and I had a Groupon. So she, Annie, and I took some time and enjoyed my favorite part of the restaurant- chips and their large selection of salsa.The one in the right corner was my favorite (obviously). It was also one of the spiciest- tastebuds were lost. Typical.

Annie enjoyed a margarita and Mon enjoyed a Mexican beer. I enjoyed another water.

Besides, I was patiently waiting for this:Yeah- the cheese on my enchiladas verdes was intense. And I am a big fan of the melty deliciousness, but this time around, most of it was scraped to the side. By the end, the only thing left was the discarded cheese and tomato slice (I don’t like them- it’s a texture thing).

Randomly, I’ve had this food as carryout before with a friend who was in town last year. We had the burritos and I was semi-obsessed because that burrito lasted for three meals. THREE meals!

It really is delicious, but I think they do better work with the burritos. Either that, or I’m still remembering how amazing my enchiladas verdes were from Salsa 17. Still dreaming about those…

After we had taken up our table for probably way too long (it was super busy!), we headed back home where Annie and I decided to stroll the neighborhood for a while. Gotta help along the digestion process, right?

We walked a few miles and chatted. And since it was right as the sun was setting/had set, we even managed to snag some bug bites. Another sign spring is here?

Now if only the temps would get in line…

Turns out I can function a little better on four hours than I thought?

We won’t test that theory again anytime soon. Hopefully.

Weirdness in List Form

Being as how my thoughts are terribly scrambled as I rush around to get myself through the end of the work week, I figured I’d do well with a list today. Because then maybe you won’t notice that there isn’t one thing going on in my head that relates to the other.

1. First off, I feel the need to shout from the rooftops- I found a new place! No need to worry about me being homeless anymore! (Because I know you were freaking out.) I will no longer be living solo, but my new roommate is great. And our place is actually spacious enough to where we won’t kill each other. For at least 6 months. After that, well, there are no promises.

2. With the excitement of finding a place comes the sadness of leaving my current home. It hasn’t completely set in yet. We’re not talking about it now.

3. I missed Modern Family on Wednesday, but made it home for the new show Happy Endings. Has anyone seen it? It’s quickly moving to the top of my list.

4. Peanut butter sandwiches for dinner are one of the easiest things ever to eat in your car during rush hour. Balanced? Probably not. But I was quite content. For the last two nights I did it.

5. Along with that balanced peanut butter sandwich dinner, I’ve been enjoying cookies brought in by the office supply dude (aka Hottie McHotterson) who came by for a visit yesterday. It really is getting sad that the only thing we don’t know about his personal life is if he has a girlfriend or not. I know, I know… I should grow a pair and ask.

5. I’ve talked about my cereal obsession before, but I think we’ve hit another peak. Kashi is on sale at Target. Pair that with Kashi coupons from I will not run out for at least 6 months. Pair that with how much fiber is in Kashi? I will not be hungry for the next year.

6. Today I’m off on yet another road trip starting as soon as we close the office at noon. But instead of only a 4.5-hour drive to St. Louis, we’re looking at an 8-hour drive to the middle of the state. Good times.

7. My mom informed me their computer was broken and so access to the internet is not looking good.  My heart stopped a little. And I immediately made plans to pack my laptop. Feeling “disconnected” does not sit well with me. Sad but true.

8. Last night was one of the worst nights of sleep I’ve had in a while. Unlike last time the phase happened for no seemingly good reason, I think this time it’s mostly because of all the stress factors in my life: traveling, moving, budgeting, work, etc. The plan was to maybe get up and do The Shred this morning. Instead, I was walking to the gym at 4:45. Because what else was I going to do? 2 miles at 8:28 (seriously, how do I get faster when sleep deprived?) and 15 minutes on the stairs. Believe it or not, I felt much better when the workout was over. Let’s hope this little “cardio high” at least lasts until halfway through my drive. A little wishful thinking never hurt anyone.

9. Mon messaged me yesterday about seeing identical twins in suits walking together down the street. She suggested I take one for myself and she could have the other. And she really jumped the gun with the kid talk:

Mon: Do you realize if we married identicals, there is a chance our kids would look a lot alike? Wouldn’t that be totally outrageously WEIRD? (I should mention here that along with the idea that we marry twins, she’s quite the red head and I also have that recessive gene popping up in both sides of the fam. So yes, there’s a good chance I will give birth to a little carrot top. I’ve braced myself for this.)

Me: Yes, that is very true. But yours would still be way shorter than mine. Woomp woomp.

Mon: Yeah well at least they wouldn’t have freakishly long torsos.

Touche, Mon. Touche…

10. That’s all I’ve got. I’m just really OCD, so I felt the need to end with a nice round number like 10. So yeah. Happy Friday!

Blame It On The Rain

Gotta blame it on something…

Nothing like starting your day with getting Milli Vanilli lyrics stuck in your head… am I right?

That’s what I said yesterday when my boss asked if I ran yesterday morning (we often compare workouts and such- this isn’t weird by any means).

The alarm went off. I did not get up. And fell back asleep to the lull of steady rainfall…. ahhhhh…

Looks like someone switched up their rest day… ;)

It didn’t help that it was just so cold and gloomy. The whole day. 

I thought it was spring?

This seems to be the complaint of the week.  I’ll hush up about it now. And try to bring a little color into your life.Better? Just a little? Fine. Be that way.

It made me feel better…

Anyway, the idea for the pepper and onion combo came from when my dear friend Mon gave me some focaccia flatbread to try. She wasn’t too hot on the garlicy butter flavoring it had.  And since I’ll try almost anything once (*almost* anything), I accepted the challenge!

After sautéing the peppers and onions in olive oil and balsamic, I piled them as high as I could on the focaccia flatbread. And covered them with mozzerella.And snuck in some chicken sausage I had leftover from a few days ago. Why not?

My mistake here was forgetting to toast the focaccia a wee bit before piling the sandwich. Why do I always do that???

At least I broke out the big guns to warm it up and smash it together like a panini.In case you forgot or don’t know, this is what a George Foreman knockoff looks like. With a sandwich in it. Woot.Melty cheese. It’s a beautiful thing.

And that would be organic broccoli from the Trader Joe’s freezer section peeking out from behind my panini. Yes, organic. What happened to their regular frozen broccoli? This has been causing me stress for weeks.

Seriously. It has. I love that people make a point of eating organic. But until there is a little more spending cash in my wallet (ie a little less debt in student loans), I don’t make a big deal out of eating either way. We’ll reassess this viewpoint in maybe a few more years… mmmk?

Until then, I’ll just have to remember to put it on the list of things I get at my local grocery store. Whatev.

And before we leave, I feel there are a few notes on yesterday’s post:

– I’m such a nerd for not even thinking to call them “taco cupcakes”. But I like it. So go make some…

– I followed up with my friend on if he was feeling better yesterday during the day. He did (because I know you were concerned). He also asked, “did I mention the whopper I had like an hour or two before the wings?”.

Damn metabolism.

Happy Hump Day, everybody! Unlike the night before, last night didn’t include much sleep. There’s a little stress. No worries- it’s good stress. But stress nonetheless.

What else does one expect? No one said growing up was easy. ;)

Rolling My Eyes


Not to start off your Thursday with a post of complaints or anything…

But dude- sleep is not wanting to be my friend.  What did I do?  Was it something I said?  I swear I was joking when I said sleep was overrated

Please come back! I miss you!

I blame anxiety. (Insert sarcastic sigh and eye roll.)

Anyway… yesterday was pretty dull. Nothing overly crazy happened. Nothing of major excitement value. Ho hum…

Geez… is anyone even still reading this?

You are?  Hooray!  You get cake!Talk about a balanced meal.

This was that leftover cake from an office birthday I mentioned yesterday.  Every time I opened the refrigerator it stared me down. When I went to grab my lunch, I opened the door and the half-cake said, “let’s party”.

You don’t have to tell me twice.

Afterwards, I rolled my eyes and said to myself, “there goes my run”.

Don’t get me wrong. There’s a lot of sugar in my daily diet. I’ll own up to it. But I like to space it out like a responsible sugar addict. Buttercream does not allow for this.  This particular afternoon wasn’t so bad- no real sugar crash. Not surprised- with my lack of sleep, everything else is out of whack. *Eye roll*

The workout didn’t seem to suffer.  As soon as I got home, The Shred was thrown in the dvd player and started. Another round of Level 1. But I’m *this close* to attempting Level 2 with the 8-lb’ers mixed in. Nervousness.

After that, because it’s a strength training AND run day, I headed to the treadmill. A light 3-miler. Did a little chatting with some people in the gym as I was going. The girl next to me just started running less than a year ago (6ish months?) and has shaved closed to 2 MINUTES off her pace time. Isn’t that insane?

Anyway, I was able to average an 8:29 pace. Which is fine.  Although I’m completely aware I’ll have to push a little more on some of these shorter runs if I ever want to beat my pace from the Rock n’ Roll half marathon last year. Nothing new there. *Eye roll*

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or just the fact that it’s my early week at work, so I’m constantly feeling rushed.  Why is it that it always happens on one of the days that I’m rushing to get to work on time that when I start my car, the gas light pops on?

What would really be helpful is if it goes on, but then proceeds to start blinking once you’re less than 5 miles.  So it goes from “this is sort of important” to “HEY YOU- get some gas or I quit right now. I’m not playin’ around”.

Either way, I stopped off for a quick fill-up because I’ve played that game and was not in the mood to stand on the side of the highway calling for help if I lost.  Because, among other things, it’s flippin’ cold out there.

And of course, since I’m rushing, I totally spazz on which side my gas tank is on. 

Yes, I’ve owned my car for over three years.

Not only did I roll my eyes in this case, but everyone standing around their cars did, too. Stupid female drivers… 

*Oh and I’m aware I freaked a few people out with my discussing (and dismissing) a traffic accident the other night without much detail. Don’t worry- everyone’s fine.  I say this because it looked like it was just a fender bender. Throw that and a tow truck in the mix and you’ve got quite an issue in the express lanes (there are only 2 and the first exit out of them was still very far away at that point).

Important question of the day- Who’s going to replace Regis?!?!?

2:30 Wakeup Call

Let me lay this down for you.

Sunday Night’s Events…

2:30 (AM) – Wake up. See the time.  “Blah.” Roll over.

3:00 – Still awake?  What’s with that? Weird.

3:30 – Ok.  This is starting to get ridiculous.  I am fully awake and just laying here.  I feel like I’ve gotten 8 hours of sleep.  How is this happening?

3:45- I cannot believe this. Today is going to suck.

3:46- Crap. Half marathon training starts tonight. Nothing like starting training out with a crap run…

(This is where things start to get a little twisted and my crazy starts to shine through.)

3:47- It’d be funny if I went now.  I’ve got nothing but time. Hahahahaha….

3:48- That run is gonna suck soooo bad. I’m going to feel awful. If I were just a little crazier, I’d go now. It’s not like there’s anything stopping me.

3:49- Am I really considering this? I’m just wasting time laying here. And I’d probably get a better run in now compared to after work. It needs to get done.  I can’t screw up my very first day of training (even if it is a distance I regularly run). That’d just be sad.

3:50- If I’m still awake in 20 minutes, I’m going.

4:15- I cannot believe I’m pushing in the code to the gym right now. Seriously? Well, at least I’m absolutely positive no one is on my treadmill…

Four miles. Day one of training. Check it off.

8:38 pace. All things considered, I’m pretty happy with that. And it was weirdly surprising how little I struggled. Because the thought did cross my mind- what if I’m tired enough to stumble and break myself on the treadmill?

Or maybe sleeping is just soooo overrated?

That is sarcasm.  Sleep is important. Go get some.

As you can imagine, I was pretty wrecked the entire day at work. But was well aware of my state of being, so patience  and calmness was overly practiced. You’re welcome, world.

A brightness in my day was lunch. Just like the last time she had a day off, Mon joined Jaime and I for lunch! Those two girls were craving breakfast and I was just craving food (living my life 4 hours earlier than usual resulted in me STARVING by noon). A little hole-in-the-wall diner was just what we needed.They got their breakfast. And I had this monstrous plate. Ordering anything “fish” at a diner is pretty risky unless you like it in fried stick form (which is a safe bet to be disgusting). My head wasn’t on straight when I did it. But this white fish? Maybe it’s the exhaustion/delusion talking, but it was really tasty!

I stayed away from the gigantic carrot slice (that is a carrot, right?). It just didn’t look right.

Can you believe they also gave me fries as another side? I took down the fish, but barely put a dent in anything else. Gotta love the diners- you do NOT leave hungry.

This was the first time Jaime and Mon ever met. Which is funny considering how much time I spend with the both of them. Good friends meeting other good friends is always so awkward. Will they get along? Do they approve of each other? I was all nervous like it was a first date…

Once I got home from work, it can be assumed I did nothing of importance. Other than self medicate.  With wine.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. But I got the needed sleep.

So I’m officially done with day one of my St. Louis half marathon training. Only 11 weeks and 5 more days to go. Oh buddy…

When not able to fall asleep- are you one to roam around or just lay there?  Usually I just lay there because it’ll only be *maybe* 15 minutes and I’m asleep again.  But in Sunday night’s case, there’s an exception to every rule.

A Pull-Up?

Thanks so much for all the pasta ideas!  If you’re ever lacking ideas, check out some of comments

It’s safe to say I’m interested in all of them.  Especially ones with cheeeeese…

How is everyone doing? I’m quite energetic at the moment, but the week has taken a toll on me. Considering I thought yesterday was Thursday. Bleh. It’s been a long and frustrating week that seems to have left me wondering where my patience went.  Some may even go so far as to refer to me as “short-tempered”.  And distracted. I could see that one happening- I do tend to ramble when my thoughts are being pulled in various directions.

Maybe it’s the weather.  A girl thing. Exhaustion. All of the above?

Yesterday I mentioned an “energy surge” later in the evenings everyday this week. This keeps me up at night. I’ve been pretty energetic when I wake up (like now), but crash later in the morning at work. Which lasts all afternoon and the whole process repeats. Vicious cycle.

Either way, moving on to better things that don’t involve complaining- like Mexican food.

Because really, who doesn’t love Mexican food? It makes people happy. Especially me. So let’s DO THIS.Black bean burrito.  Not all of the filling fit.  Woops.  Trader Joe’s wraps are a little frustrating.  One isn’t quite big enough, but two would be way too  much so I just kept the extras as a side.  This was juuuuust right.Stuffed to the brim with black beans seasoned with taco seasoning, salsa, cheese, jalapenos and sour cream.  Fab.

I really really missed having wraps in my life.  One awesome thing about the Healthy Living Summit was that they were ridiculous about handing out coupons.  I have Arnold’s/Brownberry to thank for my not having to pay for bread since August.  Why buy wraps when I can have another form of carbs for free? It is a recession, after all.

But alas, New Years came and with that the expiration date of my coupons.  Sadness.

That doesn’t mean there isn’t half of a loaf of bread chillin’ in the freezer, though.  ;)

Chilling out on the running this week was something I am very serious about.  But I’m not giving it up completely- that’s just CRAZY talk.

After a solid day yesterday of  mostly weights, I was so ready this morning to jump back on the tread for anything but a walk. 

Hey stranger!  Long time, no run…

Sadly, the tv wasn’t working.  So there wasn’t a visual distraction.  Boo.  At least my ipod was up and running (not always the case being as how I’m horrible about charging it).

2 miles down with an 8:25 pace. It started out looking pretty bleak, but slowly I worked my way up to a solid pace of 8:00 by the end before jumping on the elliptical for 15 minutes. I even knocked it up a level higher than usual.  The reminder of half marathon in April… Hustle Up the Hancock in February… half marathon in April… Hustle Up the Hancock in February is in my head now.  I’ve got goals to accomplish. 

Here’s a question for ya today- who can do a pull-up? Christina tried one the other day and it got me thinking.  Can I do it?  Considering I haven’t made an attempt at one since at least high school, I really had no idea.

Mon was there and said I better not pull anything out of socket. Thanks for having some faith, Mon.

But she was right. I had a little “oomph” and a mini movement up, but really I just sort of hung there.

Oh well. Now I know.  The answer is “no”.

And that doesn’t bother me.

Let’s move on.  And make this Thursday go fast.

Which will require a caffeine refill… so excuse me…


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