the truth hurts . . . sometimes :)

this was so funny that i just had to share it with you all. isn’t it hilarious??

spf returns

it’s friday, and you know what that means. self portrait friday over at katy’s. today’s theme is before and after. here are my picks.

first is my kitchen. the counter was piled with clean dishes, and the sink was filled with dirty dishes.

and the after

and then there’s my bed before i make it

and after

this was a good excuse to get some housework done this morning! hehe. now show us your befores and afters!

where am i living?

i woke up at 6 a.m. today because i heard a banging noise. i’m paranoid, so i thought someone was trying to break into my house. i looked out my bedroom window and discovered that the noise was coming from the house behind me where someone was HAMMERING. at SIX IN THE MORNING. sigh. it continued until close to 7:30 a.m. as if the rooster that wakes me up at 5:30 a.m. every day isn’t bad enough, we now have to throw this into the mix. i’m seriously considering going over there today and ask him to refrain from hammering until a time when most people are up and about. sigh. i have to get out of here.

the rewards of waiting

i was getting out dishes for dinner last night when joe came back from taking out the trash, slamming the door to his apartment shut. he came into the kitchen, his smile wide and his eyes sparkling, put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a big kiss.

“what’s going on?” i asked.

“i ran.”

my eyes started to water. joe had run for the first time in more than two years.

joe loves running, and he used to be an avid runner, participating in every race possible. but over time his legs started to hurt when he ran. he had a pronation, and his doctor told him he couldn’t run anymore.

joe was crushed. when we first started dating, he told me what had happened, and i knew how much he missed it. it hurt me to hear him talk about races he wanted to participate in but couldn’t, and to hear him say how relaxing and calming running alone was to him. i wanted him to have it back.

and a few weeks ago he got his chance. his mom told him about a store in his hometown that specializes in shoes and foot pads. they could make the orthotic pads he needed for about $200 less than his doctor quoted. we went a few weekends ago, and they scanned his feet and made molds. on tuesday, he picked them up. it hurt at first to walk around and get used to them, but yesterday he ran.

he’s never been so happy, and neither have i.

can’t get full!

i have been so hungry lately. i don’t know if it could be attributed to the medicine my doctor prescribed me or what, but i feel like a pig. anyone know any filling, low-cal foods i can snack on?

up to my ears in trash

yes, i am. want to know why?

well, the public works director here told me the townhouses where i live will be in the group of residences that will no longer have trash service as of nov. 1. they’re limiting it to houses and duplexes only.

i guess today is nov. 1 because my trash and two other cans are still by the curb. still full. i’m not too happy, first because i thought i had until nov. 1, and second because my landlord didn’t bother to tell any of us. sigh.

so now i will be hauling my trash to joe’s to use his dumpster when i go to visit. fun times for me.