I’ve been quite the little couch potato lately. My mind is at a steady pace of
inactivity, and so is my body. The
pounds are slowly creeping on, and while my boobs are luckily getting slightly
larger… so is my butt (bummer). My
running has sucked. I mean, I used
to pride myself in the fact that, though I might not be extremely athletic, I
can at least run. Now, I can
barely make it 2 miles without feeling like my heart is going to explode out of
my chest. WHAT IS GOING ON?! I wish
a baby could be to blame…Wait, DO I? I’m not quite sure. I just wish I wasn’t so depressingly stagnate in both motion
and life. Every day I wake up, fix
coffee, cook breakfast, sit on the couch while I read, cook lunch, change into
workout clothes, talk about how I need to run, fix a second cup of coffee, talk
about how I need to run, go grocery shopping, cook dinner, do a little writing,
and then… miraculously, I FINALLY go for a run.
When did I get so lazy, and how do I make it STOP?
On top of the newfound laziness, I discovered last night
that I am really really really homesick.
Yesterday, I threw a pity party on the couch (of course) because I realized
that, while I may have Bri two hours away, I have NO ONE to interact with on a
daily basis. So whether I stay
busy all day, or become a chubby couch potato… I’m still by myself. Which sucks. I never randomly run into anyone I know, no one every
notices my lasts name(s) and asks if I’m related to Megan Cotton or Mike Green,
and the only person I’ve talked to other than Jason in this city are the employees who swipe my credit card at Kroger and Wild Bean.
Last night, after a day of pity partying, my mother called
to tell me one of her students found a puppy and wanted to know if I wanted
him. She says, "He apparently looks like a yorkie mix!"
Let me explain
something quickly…
I’m 24 years old. I have wanted a yorkie for as long as I
can remember. I have SERIOUSLY
asked for a yorkie for every single birthday, Christmas, and any other holiday
worthy of a dog since. I even
picked out a name, SUGAR SHANE “MOSLEY”.
I’ve always loved tiny little dogs with big, strong names. (Sugar Shane Mosley is a professional
boxer) :)
EXCITEMENT WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT!
I can have a friend. We can run together. We can go to Wild Bean together. He can watch Real Housewives with me! IS THERE ANYTHING THAT COULD BE BETTER?!
I began to CRY like a BABY over the dog until J agreed that
I could have him.
There is this one small problem though...
I AM HIGHLY ALLERGIC TO DOGS. (and cats and horses and hamsters and basically anything else
that’s fun)
BUT I DON'T CARE. I need a friend more than I need my health at this point.
This is how I
won the fight (for a little while at least)...
J- CAP ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU WANT A MUTT?
C- He is not a mutt.
He is a lost puppy with no home, and I need a friend! It’s perfect!
J- But we are both allergic.
C- I’ll clean every single day. And we don’t have carpet… so it won’t be as bad!
J- I just don’t think it’s a good idea.
C- (BALLING MY EYES
OUT) BUT I HAVE NO ONE TO PLAY WITH!
Yes, I did turn into
a two year old mid conversation.
J- It isn’t fair when you cry. You can get the stupid dog.
C- (more tears) WE
CAN NAME HIM TIGER! FOR LSU!
(thinking the name change would make my football fan hubs happy)
J- Whatever.
So, the night goes on with me beaming with excitement, and J
says, “I’m just going to have to get allergy shots.”
Background info…
J’s BIGGEST fear in
life is getting a shot. He
absolutely HATES needles. He
passes out, freaks out, sweats a swimming pool, and cries. (kidding about the crying) Kind of…
This makes me think, is my hubby really okay with the puppy,
or will he hold it against me for the rest of my (or Tiger's) life? I go with the ladder.
So here I am, no friend, no dog, and no life. STILL. But I did sign up for Yoga class today,
and I’m planning on bringing cookies to win people over.
dude, it's not easy being the new kid! i mean, the city i live in is quite large but let's not forget how i would need to learn german in order to talk to any of these politely, efficient persons.
ReplyDeletesigh.
i too have become my couch's best friend. but minus the running. we need a solution, cap, bc we are actually extremely cool people.
i mean, you have knitting and i have a foreign husband to amuse me. how can you get any cooler that that??!