...SUN?

The sun came out for a long overdue appearance this morning. Boy does that make me a happy camper. Yippee! i'm in love with this sunny friday.
I was thinking about some clever topic to discuss today, but alas, I am all out of clever today. so...

Updates: I know you must be eagerly awaiting news on the Mister-so i'm happy to report he is much better today (thanks to some strong medication for the bronchitis). He hacked it up pretty good last night and boy is that brutal for the wifey. I literally got up in the middle of the night and put in ear plugs. not joking. did the trick though, got up and felt good enough to indulge in a 4.5 mile sun-filled joggy jog.
I must sound like a sun crazed lunatic, and maybe i am. i keep threatening the mister through all this rain that i'm moving to so cali or hawaii, but i don't think he's buying it. i don't know what i'd do with myself living in a sunny place. i think i'd be so manic people would most likely avoid making contact with me! or not.
i rented a few flicks yesterday to watch over the weekend. i'll give you the pleasure of a full report on monday (no sighs or groans now. it will be sooo incredibly riveting - or not, we'll see)
1. a history of violence - starring viggo mortensen
2. memoirs of a geisha - i think i'm the last female on the planet to see this
3. derailed - got to love j. aniston - lets see if she can pull off a "thriller"

Am going to a BBQ tomorrow at my old friend Pammy's new hacienda. she and her man just bought a house so that's super exciting. Then off to dinner with the other mother (my mama-in-law), other brother (bdog snr) and mister. peruvian at Andina. yummmmmmmmy.
Got to peace out before i bore you to tears.
sun-filled weekend wishes to you all
xoxoxoxo
mo

Tale of the Gym Rat and Hybernol Harry-and a shout out to little bruce lee

So apparently the Mister is down for the count.
Poor poor buddy. Fever is 101 again today and he is in bed imitating the hybernol spoof from the days of Chris Farley on SNL. I've never seen him like this! You normally can't force that guy out of the office and the past couple of days he's been calling me asking for this and that-orange juice, emergen-c, a hug, some water, the thermometer...ah boy. I can't hardly stand it knowing all those germs are in the air.
This morning he faked me out. He got up and dressed and attempted to work. I was flying around the house like a mad woman, ripping off sheets and febreezing in a frenzy to get the sickness feeling out of our house. anyway, an hour into it i got the text. "im sick". before you could say lysol i was out the door and off to the gym. got to keep myself moving so i don't fall into the sitting on the couch with sick boy scam. the texts continued as i worked up a sweat on the stairmaster "i need oj" etc. poor guy.
by the time i came home and left him again (fully supplied with meds, oj and soup of course) for work he was back where he started-in bed (a clean bed mind you as i pulled the superwoman cleaning job first thing this morning)-covers pulled over his sick little head. until he's 100% i'm going to work my speed cleaning magic to make sure it doesn't recycle BACK to me where it started! contrary to the 8 year old mind, being sick at home in bed is just no fun at all.
So...I watched American Idol last night. one word. pathetic. it was just absolutely terrible. every single singer just tortured me. I'm hoping they can pull it together and start making it entertaining again or i'll have to peace out. not that i really need to be watching ai every five seconds, but it is usually a pretty good show.
with that said, i'll stop torturing all of YOU and end this post.
A BIG FAT SHOUT OUT TO MY LITTLE BRO. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRUCE. YOU DOMINATE.
xoxoxxo
mo

Mister Pushing 30

Mister turned 27 yesterday. Might sound young to some of you and to others, well, not so much.
Poor guy got my flu so he's laid up at home as we speak. I probably shouldn't have prompted him to get "fresh air" yesterday after work. It was only 3 1/2 miles and we walked slow...so I'm trying not to feel too responsible for him being completely crushed today. His birthday was a pretty low key non-event, just the way my Mister likes it. A buddy that was in town from LA came over for a bit and then bdog sr. (mister's brother). We had a little homemade cobbler (that was pretty killer if I do say so myself). I made them in little individual Le Creuset ramekins and they looked just perfect. once again, i have to remind my readers that missus o cannot and does not cook. i can bake, but my cooking is rough to put it nicely. perhaps this is why i shamelessly admit to baking sinful and fattening treats that the men in my life love to love (aka mister, dad, brother). Moving on...after cobbler and pressies we lamed out with an episode of Prison Break (which is actually quite good) and called it a day.

Today! Today I woke up and went running before work. It seemed like such a wonderful idea, especially after the small helping of cobbler last night-which i am pretty sure is not on my "i must lose weight" diet. you know what they say about deprivation though...not sure exactly what they say, but it's not good. back to my run, literally with each step i took my legs got heavier. i swear it's true. i think by the end of my 4.3 they were about 200 lbs each leg. i must have looked pathetic. whatever, it's done and i'm happy. had my good ol' ww meeting today as well and i guess my decision to get back with the program was a good one because i lost 3 lbs this week. whoo hoo. break out the confetti.

until next time...
mo

You Give Me Fever

I've recently had time to ponder the difference between staying home sick as an adult as opposed to when you're a little kid. Apparently I picked up the good ol' flu when I was home visiting my folks. Knocked me straight out. Just when you get all confident about how healthy you are, making comments like "oh, i haven't been sick forever" or "i rarely get sick"...yes, well that's about when you get hit with it-slapped across the face with the infection stick repeatedly.
I woke up last wednesday feeling below average. i won't bore you with the details. bottom line is that I tried to power through it-all that mind over matter crap-but it wasn't working for me. 5 days, several doses of various over-the-counter medication later i'm feeling somewhat better. not normal, but better. i did make productive use of my sick time however.
So here is what I've come up with in my analysis of adult sickness.
No matter how old you are, when you opt to stay home sick, you want your mommy to bring you tea and a hot water bottle and watch movies with you. The urgency to get off the couch and vacuum is still lingering, because now as the adult you are the only one TO vacuum (because lets face it, the mister doesn't really get into housework). lastly, it's BORING...no, it's BEYOND BORING to be stuck at home. I'm just not a fan at all. after the first few hours i felt as though i might go insane. i even took the time to organize the mister's closet and every single drawer, including matching each sock with the right mate and grouping his millions of t-shirts according to style, color and function. now that's borderline pathetic.
My lesson for today is, don't get sick. and if you do get sick, try your darndest to actually rest. staying home is sometimes counter-productive. at least in my world.
-the feverish missus o

Fat Camp

Let me start by saying two things: I may not be "fat" and it may not necessarily be a "camp" per se, but that's the mind set I've adopted for Operation Make-under Missus O. Yes, that is Make-under. I'm in desperate need of simplification...Starting with my mind and body. (stepping up on my soap box now)
For those of you who know me (which means everyone since no one else reads this somewhat pathetic blog), i'm a quite active and health conscious kind of gal. I watch what i eat, i hit the gym several times a week etc. blah blah blah. now, herein lies the problem. I'm a hamster on a wheel. Not really improving anything, just kind of holding steady, but yet shocked that nothing ever changes? not so sweet and i've had just about enough.
I walked into a good old Weight Watchers meeting yesterday and signed myself on up. Many people may be ashamed to admit it, but hey, i am who i am so here it is. i want to feel healthier and get to the place i've always wanted to be, but never quite am. it's the dreaded 10-15 lbs. most of us tend to carry unwillingly (in mind that is). every time i think intelligently about this it's just plain embarrassing. i mean really. if i'm not the factor in control of how i feel and look, then who is? it's a big fat joke-pun intended- so wish me luck on my journey to self awareness. lol!
On to more interesting topics...
I'm at the brink of chaos at my house. the mister and i are planning to remodel the kitchen and some other spaces. in theory it might sound "fun" or "exciting". in reality it's a big fat pain in my ass. and might i add - a big fat pain in the mister's ass since i tend to displace my "whoa is me" on him. poor mister o. he should win the gold medal for patience. and the gold medal for hard work while we're at it.

the mantra i've adopted is something a great friend told me via a coffee mug gift. i've used it nearly every morning for that first cup of coffee since...SIMPLIFY. you may not think this is profound. but when you live in my head, it's nothing less.

for today, peace out.
Mrs. O

I'm almost Irish. An ode to my Mister

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
My mister and I are driving six hours to visit my ma and pop today. This is how Irish my guy is...First he all out rejected the idea of leaving on such a holiday, "how can we be driving out of town on St. Patrick's Day?" he said. Well, that wasn't the end of it. He continued, "There are a lot of parties I need to go to." Right. "Working Parties" no doubt. Here's how that conversation ended with the lady, i made a suggestion and we made a compromise. He gets to hit up a few battle cruisers (boozer otherwise known as pub), knock back some Guinness, enjoy some soul music irish style; Then, at last, he'll come home to the missus having folded and packed clean underwear for the trip. i'll drive (and drive and drive)...all the meanwhile rocking out to something wonderfully nostalgic like Tommy P, Willie or Frog Holler. Those songs make you just want to get on a horse and ride in a prairie. really. Then once the mister is fast asleep - i make a mad dash to the lame girl music that i secretly love, you know what i'm talkin about ladies. i'm talkin some serious Alison Krause or Tori Amos (gasp!). I might even cap it off with some 80’s power ballads. I don’t know if I’ll have time. As a rule of thumb, he starts getting fitful during the third repeat of steve nicks “rooms on fire”.

Hope everyone has a great day. Drink a green beer, or some green water at very least. Get in the Irish spirit and don’t forget to pinch your neighbor if they’re wearing red (I always hated that stupid rule. There was always the one boy who pretended he thought the rule was to kiss your neighbor and I fell victim to him a few times).

Spoken like the almost Irish woman that I am (almost)…
Imeacht gan teacht ort.
No no! Oops, wrong one. That means: May you leave without returning.

Is fear rith maith ná drochsheasamh.
A good run is better than a bad stand.

Missus O

The day the Miss became the Missus.

New Years Eve 2003
McCall, Idaho (aka the greatest place on earth)

Snowshoeing in Vail Missus O' Style

This photo was taken while visiting a friend (Sean) in Vail over New Years. Whoever thought snowshoeing wasn't fun obviously didn't go with guide like him. March your sorry ass up a mountain (groan) then reward the effort with a little bubbly (cheer!)

Me and the Mister O' take NYC

Me and the Mister O in NYC this January 06.

The Big Day - Missus O' Style

I am finding this so entertaining right now. Everyone and their brother have a blog...
so after reading many a friend expose's and realizing it is just a great excuse to loop folks in on the intricacies of your daily life in thought...here i go.
I cannot promise any thing "fun", "educational" or necessarily exciting by reading this.* More or less, it is for my own entertainment, and of course for those family and friends scattered about that i don't call regularly enough to have a clue what is going on with me...i mean REALLY going on with me. (Cue the dramatic music)
Sorry folks, nothing too thrilling today. My friend, Anna is meeting me for lunch, i'll get back to my desk, hack away at the to-do list and head to the gym on my way home. Woo Hoo!!!
*disclaimer: i don't subscribe to grammar rules, spelling rules or any other rules in writing. so please, for those of you who feel compelled to correct me, mock me or think 'how did she pass 4th grade with that terrible writing?' spare me the shame and let me just think you can read the post without picking at it. thanks. really.