I had a pretty great weekend, it was chock-full of lounging and general easy-goingness.
Drive back to KC from St. Louis - pick up take out food, pass out on couch with Mark watching What’s Your Number? (hilarious).
Rapid fire apartment cleaning
My parents dropped into town to fly out from KC to see my sister. The couple hours they were here we went out to lunch, walked the plaza, and they bought me a North Face jacket for the helluvit. I chose a bright fuchsia running number.
The Hunger Games
Quiet night of reading and learning to use my sewing machine
Brunch with Mark
Family park time - Mark, myself, and Callie all went for a run at the park
Took Callie on a walk through the plaza and saw a gal in a scandalous sweater dress (also it’s 80 degrees, even if it does have short sleeves you should not be wearing that). I was pretty sure I was going to see butt cheek when she passed when I noticed that she was actually wearing leggings - skin tone leggings.
…about the goals of this blog - I’m really just trying to keep you folks interested enough to keep reading through these next two years when interesting things are planned to happen.
In two years:
Mark will be done with dental school and we will finally be a two income family.
We’ll move back to St. Louis and I’ll work in an office again
House-hunting will occur - what little money that isn’t being poured into dental school (we still have to take out some hefty loans) is being saved for a down payment on a house.
As soon as we find a house I will alter it to suit my needs immediately - the thought of a lengthy ‘nesting’ period gives me hives. I want to get it the way I want it, move in, and be done with it.
We start thinking seriously about kids.
I actually had a rare moment of clarity on the whole ‘kids’ decision today - as in, I definitely decided that I DO NOT want them right now. I sort of thought for awhile that as soon as Mark was done with dental school we’d have kids (if we had a kid now that baby would be sleeping in a dresser drawer) because that’s what you did when you got married.
It really wasn’t until today when I read an article by the actors in Friends With Kids in a magazine in the waiting room of the Jiffy Lube. Reading that just made me realize that I don’t have that urge to be a parent. I think I’ll have that feeling someday (or maybe not) but just because I’m married I don’t feel the need/desire to create life. I do want to feel that one day just because Mark would be an amazing dad.
So, hold out on me, and know that I thoroughly enjoy reading about your lives and living vicariously through some of the best tumblr people I’ve never met.
Callie is at a bit of a plateau right now. I was scratching her belly the other day and noticed how much muscle definition she’s lost in the surgery leg. It seems like for the past week she hasn’t improved at all. She uses her leg well on walks but at home she’ll hop or skip on it - whether that’s due to pain or just fatigue (or plain laziness) I dunno. So I’ve been trying to ramp up her walks and go on longer, more challening walks. My hope is she’ll build her muscle mass in the bad leg and start using it more. I really would like her to be full weight bearing in 2 weeks for our last vet visit.
Friday - Mark out of town = Chinese food, nap, and girl’s night out with some lovely ladies. My drink limit is typically around 3 glasses of anything. I had 3 gin/sprites, 2 shots, and 1 1/2 beers. Fun.
Saturday - Drunk fest Winery trip with dental students. We drank from 10am to 6pm and I think I might have still been tipsy from the night before when we started drinking. I don’t have words for how much fun we had AND we got to see two dental students do everything except conceive in the seat next to us on the bus ride back to town. It felt like college.
Sunday - recovery and grad school paper.
I drink more now than I ever did in college. I assumed that I would party less in real-life-adult-world but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I can’t tell if my assumption that my going-out habits would wind down after college was incorrect or if Mark and I are just weirdos that haven’t grown up yet. Jury is out.