Day 1585 of our relationship, I'm turning 27.

27, eek. At 10pm tonight it will be official, as my mom reminded me last night. My poor little mother giving birth to a 9.5 lb. baby, 27 years ago. I can't wait to see what I will birth with these hips and with G being 6'6".

I'm now three years off from 30.

If I had my way, I would forever be 22 or 23. Those have been my favorite years so far.

I do not like getting older. I just don't.

It's hard to believe that I was 22 when I met G. He had just turned 25. When I turned 23, he lovingly told me that 23 was the "trade-in age." What a butt munch! I asked him what the trade-in age for guys was because if he recalled, he was three years my senior!

Well, now, I'm way past that trade-in age.

G is super, super sick. I kissed him goodbye this morning while he was lying in bed with no covers on. He was burning up! I hope he doesn't feel obligated to try to feel better on behalf of my birthday. I can tell he's miserable and I feel bad that I'm not there to take care of him.

E will be here tomorrow afternoon.

Yesterday when I got home from work I got a lovely surprise. I got to clean up doggie doo out of Bailey's crate. For some reason, the last two days in a row, he's pooped in his crate, eaten it, and thrown it up, e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e! So, lucky me, I got to wash a poop covered dog and his crate and the basement floor. Thank goodness it's still unfinished. Let me tell you though. Trying to get the shit smell out of your house is not an easy, or comfortable task when it's 20 degrees outside. I made G freeze while I ran the house fan to pull that poo smell out. I have a bionic sniffer and everything that has foul smell, no matter how little, will drive me crazy. I still think the house smells like crap, but G and his sister disagree.

Gooo Sharks!

Day 1584.

Check out my favicon! I'm slowly learning how to customize my blog a bit. When I was very obsessed with MySpace about two years ago, I taught myself HTML and CSS. I was actually more obsessed with DIV overlays for my MySpace page than anything else, and I got very good at it with Photoshop. I have yet to learn how to really change much on here, but I'm trying.

The hockey game last night was a shut out! The Sharks beat the Avs, 3-0! It was great and there were a lot more Sharks fans than I expected! (Thanks love, I had a great time with you!!!)

This afternoon will consist of riding home on the bus (and becoming nauseated from someone sitting next to me and the thought of their clothing, purse, etc. touching me), waiting for G to get home from work too, and going to the gym. I'm trying very hard to watch what I shove in that gaping hole in my face I call my mouth and to exercise more.

Running is my choice of exercise. Running about 30 minutes and getting about 3.X miles logged on my Nike+, plus some push-ups, crunches, and maybe some dips following that and I'm done. Speaking of running, when I lived in Charleston, I participated in quite a few runs. They were all little 5Ks or 10Ks, but they were SO. MUCH. FUN. They were also fun because I could get multiple people to run them with me. Most of the time it was G's co-worker Clay and my co-worker Steph.

While living in Charleston, I ran (and I may have forgotten one or two):
Cooper River Bridge Run (10k) x2
James Island Connector Run (10k)
IOP Connector Run (10k)
Susan G. Komen, Race for the Cure (5k)
Half Moon Outfitters, Reindeer Run (5k)
Make a Wish Foundation, Waves and Wishes (5k)
Charleston 9 Memorial Run (5k)

I miss doing runs, but they're not the same here without my running buddies. Although, I'm going to try to make it back to Charleston for the bridge run in April. I can only imagine how much easier it is going to be running at sea level with all of my extra red blood cells I have acquired living a mile high!

This week is dragging by. Last night before going to bed, it felt like today should've been at least a Thursday or a Friday. Alas, it's only Hump Day.

Friday, G's friend E should be here and then we're going out to dinner for my b-day. Saturday, we're getting up early and heading to either Vail or Beaver Creek for a day of boarding. Sunday, I'm sleeping in, making a Target run for Super Bowl necessities, making my infamous layered bean dip, drinking a bit, watching the game, and then turning in to bed to prepare for another long, tedious, monotonous week.

Blergh.

Gooo Sharks!

Tonight, as part of my b-day celebrations, G is taking me to the Sharks vs. Avalanches game!

Tonight, I will be one of the weirdos wearing the away team's colors.

Being from the San Jose area, I don't feel obligated to represent my home team, I want to.

Tonight should be fun and interesting. I have a feeling that the Sharks are going to kick the Avs butts, seeing that they're #1 in their division (I think the Avs are 21 or 22).

G keeps asking me what I want for my b-day. Really, I don't want anything. I could definitely use a rack for my car for our snowboards, I'd like new bindings for my board, but I don't need them, a new jacket to match my new pants, and jewelry is always nice. Like I said, I don't need anything.

My dad asked me the same thing and when I told him I just wanted him to come and visit me, he said that he'd be sending something because I "deserved it." I don't deserve anything. It's just my birthday.

Then there's my mom. A while back she had offered to pay for my gym membership. I paid for three months, which cost me $228 (yes, exorbitant, but the place was amazing). Then there's my current gym membership (at the local community center) that cost me $300 for a year, which I owe G for. When she asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said that she could send me money for the gym that she said she'd pay for. "Okay, I'll send you $100," she said. First off, that's not what we agreed upon. She said she'd pay for my gym membership when I told her it was $76 a month. She said it was okay and that she'd pay me back. How quickly and conveniently she forgets these things! I understand that she and my step-dad aren't doing so well financially (like the rest of the economy), but I don't make a lot of money either and I would've never signed up at the gym if you hadn't said you were going to pay for it. G keeps pestering me to get her to pay me back. I've reminded and I've tried and she won't send me the money. It's a losing battle. On one hand I understand, but on the other hand, if she didn't have the money she never should've said she'd help me out.

Grrr. I hate money. I hate it! It's nice to have, but it causes so many problems!

Colder than yesterday, but warmer than earlier.

And I was the lucky one that got to drag the garbage can out to the curb this morning! At that time my car read -11 (I took a nice blurry picture that I will upload later). Brrr. The wind wasn't blowing this morning, so it actually didn't feel that bad.

And I still love living here.

Obesity 'Virus' Spread Like Common Cold, Scientists Say

I'm not one to repost stories, so I'll link to it. I think it's a load of B.S. What has the world come to when someone is trying to prove you can "catch" obesity like you would catch any other virus? Can anyone take responsibility for anything these days?

Here's the story of Fox News.

Obamicon.Me

You know this poster? I'm sure you've seen it.

Well now you can do this to your own photo at Obamicon.Me.

I can't do it here at work because they haven't updated my flash player... bummer.

So try it and e-mail me your creation!

Roommates.

Right now G's sister is living with us. She has been cohabitating with us since mid-October.

Now one of G's best friends, E, from the "boys have a penis, girls have a vagina" years, is moving in.

In one sense I don't feel like our new house is a home. Here we are, brand new homeowners, and we're sharing it with two other people. Our two extra bedrooms are occupied and once again I don't have anywhere for my family to sleep should they want to come and visit. Shit, I might as well be living in an box that we called our apartment. It's really quite frustrating. Then there's utility bills, which are rediculously high and for which we're not receiving any compensation for.

I know if it were my family or my friend(s), I would do anything to help them out too... but how I would love to just have our house be our home.

I'm just past that age of having a roommate and having the tolerance to live with people outside of my love bubble.

I just want G. I want G to be my husband and I want to turn E's future room into a nursery (one day).

Yes, I'm getting ahead of myself because G would probably drop dead if I said that I was pregnant. I wish I was though!

I know these things that I want, and want to feel, will come in time... but I'm ready for it now.

Amelia 1/12/09

Amelia 1/12/09, originally uploaded by musheroo.

Here she is on January 12th. What a difference a year makes. They grow up so quickly and she is such a cutie!