Sunday, November 23, 2008

Really big bed, really small room.

You may remember my earlier post about new pillows and how my achy shoulder prompted said purchase.  Well, we went bed shopping today and we're quite surprised when we purchased the very first mattress we tried!  Not only have we upgraded to the ultra-comfy latex bed, we've also moved on to a California king.  Please understand, if you are currently in a queen-sized bed, this kind of jump is pretty dramatic.  Twelve inches on the width and four in length and our bed now takes up our entire room!  We had to do some fancy squishing with the furniture, and it probably looks a little funny, but oh baby am I looking forward to going to sleep tonight!

On a side note, there is a reason why there was a surplus of California kings at the place we bought our bed.  It is nearly impossible to find sheets to fit.  I looked at 2 major department stores and finally went to the going out of business sale at Linens N Things.  (Holy nightmare - good luck finding someone to ask a question.)  I found exactly 2 sets of sheets that would fit, no mattress pad, and several bed-in-a-bag ensembles which have four thousand decorative pillows in them.  Bill loves "useless pillows", as he calls them.  Ask him about it.  

Anyway, I guess we will be shopping online for bedding from now on!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Excuses, excuses...

Today was my day to go to the gym.  I didn't think I was going to get to go because Bill had a conference and that means Master Teddy needed my attention.  So I was surprised when I saw Bill's truck in the driveway as I pulled in.  

While I should have been excited to go, I figured that since I already thought I wouldn't get to go, going would be a freebie.  So I got dressed and ready.  Then I noticed that we had some raw almonds that needed toasting. 

Yep.  I skipped the gym to roast almonds.  This is my worst (or best!) excuse ever.  Oddly enough, I'm only mildly ashamed.  The almonds are yummy.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Lounge, Couch Potato, Lounge

We just finished the movie Run, Fat Boy, Run.  It is a movie about an unmotivated, out of shape man who decides to run a marathon in an effort to impress his ex-fiancé who he left at the altar while she was pregnant.  He decides to do this when the marathon is about three weeks away, having never really exercised more than it takes to walk to the fridge or light a cigarette.  

Not wanting to give away the movie, I won't tell you how it ends, but I will tell you that many times throughout the movie I found myself thinking the same thing: I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to run in, train for, or consider running in or training for a marathon, half-marathon, or any other race.  

I have several friends and acquaintances who have aspirations to or have in fact completed a marathon.  In some cases, they've run more than one marathon.  Very impressive.  I'm proud of them.  Still, not interested in joining at all.  A marathon is a really long race.  I'm sure when asked about lifelong goals and such all those friends responded humbly, "Well, I've always wanted to run a marathon.  It is just something I want to do."  And then they do it!  That is great and all, I just don't have that kind of goal.  

Thinking about running makes me tired and achy.  It is the only activity that will give me an asthma attack in about 5 minutes.  I gasp for air, things jiggle, my feet pound on the pavement much like a clydesdale.  Not pretty.  You can throw me in a pool and I can go for hours.  But running requires grace and agility and that just isn't something that I have while on dry land.  

So my hat's off to you, dear runners!   Or shall I say, my running shoes!  Keep it up!  You look great!  Especially from this comfy spot over here on the couch.