Real runners probably don't use treadmills.

On Saturday, Nolan and I went on a movie and shopping date downtown, and saw "Invictus". I had wanted to wait and see that one at home, because it looked kind of intense and I just can't do that in the theater, but as it turns out, there isn't a shred of torture or violence or anything in the entire film. And it's really good. And I forgot it was Morgan Freeman and not actually Nelson Mandela. And I love South African accents <3 Message here is that it's totally worth seeing. And ps-I still have no desire to see Avatar. Go ahead. Convince me.

Confession: I have been doing my training thus far on the treadmills at the gym. Seriously: if I have to run a few miles each day, why not do it somewhere warm and dry that streams Oprah straight to my personal screen? In my defense, I do run a bit further to compensate for the fact that I know treadmills don't make you work as hard as solid earth. This weekend, Nolan joined me for my run, and we ran the trail through the park with it's hills and rough terrain and even sand in some spots. And let me tell you: I am not as in shape as I thought I was. Resolution: train outside. I've also noticed a softening of the muscle in my core I worked so hard to build up. So, until I somehow figure out how to squeeze more strength-training into my workout schedule, I'll just be sitting at my desk doing subtle (or not-so-subtle) ab workouts at my desk. Yes,I'm THAT person. I'm looking into swapping my office chair out for a giant rubber ball.

unprofessional:

I don't think I would have been considered for this job if this had been stuck on my wrist during the interview:

Thank God that I'm safe and sound here, because Nolan just HAD to test out his surgical pen, and it hasn't come off yet. At least I can be thankful that he decided to draw something romantic--there are worse options... <3

I had to sleep on the couch again last night because I was coughing so hard that the bed was shaking...and I wanted to be near the sink so I could spit up my loogies into it at any moment. So this morning, Nolan got up for his shift at 5am, and carried me back to bed so he wouldn't wake me while he was getting ready. He must really love me, to endure that morning breath as my tongue lolled out of my mouth and onto his shoulder and I snored in his arms. Apparently the other night I was sleep-talking too, and told him he was late for his shift, so he jumped up and started getting ready...at 2:30am. I suck when I'm sick.

All that, and I haven't been to the gym in over a week. Mmm, attractive.

Home Again

I have to say that I am not surprised to find I haven't written in a week. In my defense, our internet was down at my parents' house for most of vacation, so don't hate! Also: it was winter break and I felt like being lazy, so I did. I have tons of pictures to put in here, but seeing as how they have to be loaded onto Nolan's computer and it just arrived in the mail today, I don't have them yet. He left his laptop and Dutch citizenship papers in his parents' car last week, so his life had to be mailed back here to us in a little white box which I signed for this morning. Tomorrow he fills out the official documents and will have proof of his dual citizenship! His first act as a dutchman will be to go to Cuba next Christmas with his mom while we're all waiting for them on the beach in Mexico, plain jane limited old American citizens. Ah well.

We made out like thieves this Christmas...everything we wanted and then some! Not only did we get the wii fit (EXCELLENT!) but I also finally got a bluetooth headset so I don't have to be a poser with a walgreens wired earpiece that looks totally stupid. Speaking of stupid phones, apparently they're popular now. As if people using belts to secure their cells to their ear in lieu of a bluetooth (yes I have a friend who does this) weren't enough. Behold the "handphone":


There are only 4 of us at work today; 5 tomorrow and the rest of the week. That means it's been pretty slow. Slow enough for one to walk over to my desk, grab my bicep and say, "What's the deal, Caldwell? You look beefier." Thanks, pal, for noting my holiday weight-gain. Speaking of which...I'm off to the gym. Peace.