While Mr. W and I were checking out house listings online:

Me: “I will get a map and we can do drive-bys on Saturday.”
Mr. W: “Well, that would definitely bring housing prices down.”
Me: “I mean, we will drive by them…”

Mr. W was chosen to judge a science fair from his old school.  He was running late and concerned he would miss out on the opportunity.  He texted me to let me know he made it.

Mr. W: “Got here at 10, missed only the sixth grade class.”
Me: “Oh good!  Screw sixth graders.  Not literally.”
Mr. W: “Great, now the government has you on record as saying that.”
Me: “I said not literally.  We’re aces.”

And another text conversation I had today:

Tim: “I took the day off and we’re going to Disneyland.”
Me: “Horny! My phone auto-corrected “hooray” to horny.  Whatever floats your boat, cellphone.”
Tim: “Earlier when I typed “never” to you, it auto-corrected to “ne’er”.  So poetic.”
Me: “Agreed.  We should start texting like that more.”
Tim: “Thou hast an excellent plan!”
Me: “Verily.”

Lastly, I really wanted to share a news article that I read today.  Apparently a naked man walked into a Wal-Mart and stole some socks.  Out of all the things a naked person could steal in a public superstore, I would have thought that socks would have ranked further down on the list.  Especially in Pennsylvania during February.  Maybe it is just me.

Today I spent some time just thinking about the first couple years I lived in Chicago.  It was a great time.  I almost wish that I could relive it, just to appreciate it more.  [And, of course, it would be nice to do a few things differently.]

Some of the things I miss:

Me: Okay I made a character.  What do I do?
Tim: Just wait there, I will find you.
Me: These two guys came up to me and are talking to me.  How do I talk to them?
Tim: Hang on… almost there…
Me: Now they are dancing.  I am so confused.

Of course, I do not miss:

But you get the gist.  This isn’t to say that I am unhappy where I am now, far from it, but every once in a while I get injected with some sort of nostalgia virus and miss certain things.  It is a little like those times when you remember an old TV show from your childhood and get the urge re-watch it.  I would recommend getting it on Netflix though, as you will most certainly regret buying it.  Buying Dinosaurs might sound like a good idea now, but after the second or third “Not the Mama!” you will probably just shut it off.

I like to tease Mr. W that Higgs boson is real and the magical answer for everything because this bothers him.  For example, when we finally discover Higgs boson, we will be able to teleport!  Higgs boson will end world hunger!  And now, Higgs boson will make it possible for me to relive past experiences at my leisure!

Just wait, it’ll be a thing.

Mr. W said something to me the other day that I did not necessarily want to hear, but needed to hear regardless. The gist was, “You’re not active enough.” He is totally correct. I sit all day at a computer for work, and then come home and sit all evening a.) watching tv, b.) reading, or c.) at my computer.

I work out for an hour every day, but it’s not enough activity. I need to work in more. On the way home from work, I had been walking instead of taking the bus, but since summer kicked in [with its infernal temperatures] I had been busing it.

So, some changes:

1. Back to walking home instead of taking the bus. Not only does this increase my activity, but it makes me sweat. This is actually a good thing, because now I am taking a shower when I get home from work every day, instead of my usual morning shower. This is especially good, because I can sleep in a little more in the morning and be that much more well-rested. Being more well-rested eases the social anxiety I feel when going to work. This has win all over it.

2. I made a cleaning chart. I decided that one way to be more active at home is to clean more. Also, I love charts and checklists. So on Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have checklists for cleaning. And this is serious cleaning, like dusting and baseboards. Not pansy cleaning like doing dishes or cleaning the dinner table [that gets done every day]. This also has win all over it because I enjoy cleaning and being in a very clean environment.

3. Mr. W and I will start taking more walks together, time/weather permitting.

I think these changes [which were implemented only this past Sunday] are already having an effect. Instead of the 1 or 2 pounds I had been losing each week, this week I lost 3. [I never posted about last week, in which I gained 2 pounds. I was terribly annoyed. But now I am back on track!]

Can anyone think of more options for me to be more active? Free is a requirement. Also, no sports. [I have never been able to do anything where I could possibly get hit in the face/eye area, which could then possibly detach my already tenuous retinas.]

This morning I was nearly sweating as I commuted to work.  This afternoon/evening I needed my old lady sweater on the way home.  I went out with a co-worker to pick up lunch and the sudden drop in temperature was startling, even by Midwest standards.

On an unrelated-but-equally-startling note, we are pretty sure Mr. W is going to have to close his gaming/comic store in June.  We are both very sad about this, as it brings him a lot of joy.

There may be an opening in the marketing department at work.  I’m going to look into it, but it seems like the current employee is transferring to a different department because marketing is having a lot of problems, and that doesn’t inspire confidence.  Eh, we’ll see.  Just a thought I had. “Hey Teri, you have an MBA in Marketing…perhaps you should put that to use while you’re paying it off.” /shrug

Girls’ Weekend #4 is fast approaching, and I am pretty damn excited.  This year we are meeting up in Atlanta.  Going to the Zoo, the aquarium, an art museum, and the World of Coke [the bubbly beverage kind not the snorting kind, in case there was some confusion].  Gonna meet up with my old college roommate, Sarah, for some pampering time and fancy dinner.  I wish I didn’t have to fly there, however.  I am angered by the TSA’s new pornoscan or molestation travel policy, but it’s too far to drive.  Pornoscan it is!

In more stressing news, I found a lump in one of my breasts.  The earliest I could see the doctor was the 19th, but then they pushed it back to the 24th, so I will find out what’s going on then.  Been trying not to think about it, but that never works.  My mom told me to stop copying off of her.  She said in her first year of marriage to my dad he lost his job and she found a lump.  I did not know that I was copying them but have decided to stop forthwith.  [After all, it's only a matter of time until she gets pregnant.]

So who here had amazing things happen in their first year of marriage?  Like of the winning-the-lottery or publishing-a-novel variety?  I will gladly start copying you instead.