Sleeping With Sirens


My husband is a terrible sleeper. Starting off, his snoring is uniquely awful. It’s the cross between heavy breathing, and a gurgling within his throat/nostrils. He has a deviated septum, and it’s killing me. I have to constantly tell him to roll over on his side, away from me. And, not to mention a fan going full blast to block out some of the noise. Now, I’m a light sleeper. A very light sleeper. Additionally Tom talks in his sleep. Sometimes in gibberish. It startles me awake, and I just have to coax him to just lay back down and go the eff to sleep!

Like, last night. He starts off with some gibberish. It can be entertaining at times, so I asked him, “What?”
“Caldwell’s bringing it back.”
“Who’s Caldwell?”
“The dog.”

We don’t have a dog named Caldwell…

“Uh, what is he bringing back?”
“My rifle, from the mountain.”
“The dog is bringing you back your rifle?” Seems accurate.
“Yeah, from the house.” I thought from the mountain?
“We’re in the house…”
“I don’t know.”
“No. WE ARE in the house, not where.”

Confused look, and back to sleep.

 Sometimes, it’s worse.

For example, the other night he jumped out of bed hunched over and ran into the bathroom. First thought that comes to mind? He’s going to blow chunks all over my bathroom. Nope. He runs to the sink, and frantically runs his hands through his hair brushing whatever it was into the sink…

“WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM!?”
“Uhhh… What?”
“The spiders. Where did you put the spiders?!” Huge question marks are circling over my head.
“What… Spiders…?”
“The ones from the antlers!” Huh?
(9 times out of 10 all of his dreams are about hunting/guns.)
“There are no spiders. Come back to bed.”
“There aren’t?”
“No.”
He shuffles back to bed and lays down. I’m just laying here like WTF just happened.
“What did you have a dream about?”
“I was cleaning antlers off and spiders started running all over me.”
Cue snoring. End scene.

(HA HA, now do you see what I did there for the title? Clever I am.)



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12:15 PM

It's Never Too Late To Change Your Life

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This will be my second post in one day. Sue me.
I've made a big decision tonight to face my biggest demon. My weight. I have been looking back at pictures and thinking to myself, "I've never been as big as I am now." Which makes me think I'm not only bigger, but uglier. My self-esteem has hit an all time low. And, that's nothing but my own fault. I've accepted that, and I think that's always been a hurdle. I blamed genetics, and stress, my overloaded schedule, and my asthma. Which frankly, are all good excuses. But, when it comes to being healthy no excuse is good enough.
I've needed a push. At first it was my wedding. That day is gone and over with. And, I can't help but feel bittersweet looking at the pictures. That was supposed to be my day to shine, my day to be the most beautiful one there. And, I blew it because I couldn't stick to the routine I had set for myself at the beginning of the year. I am done with crying over it, because it's something I can't change. I can't change my past, but I can change my future. So, I'll be kissing the Halloween candy goodbye and saying hello to a whole new lifestyle.
My motivations are pretty big ones for me. Tom and I chose to save our honeymoon for the summer so that we could go to the beach. Our plan is to go to the Oregon Coast. Nothing too extravagant, but it's going to be fun. I would love to be fit and feel good on my honeymoon, to make up for the lack of good I felt looking at my wedding photos.
So number one, look great for my honeymoon, and while we're there possibly hire a photographer and get pictures taken on the beach!
Number two, I want to be able to do fun things. I want to be able to go on hikes with our dogs, nature walks, and mountain bike. I want to be outdoors. I want to be able to hike up a mountain and challenge myself with it, but not kill myself. (Cause it would definitely kill me at the place I'm at now.) I want to enjoy my marriage before the mini-us(es) come along.
Which leads to number three. Tom and I have made a very important decision to wait to have kids until we are financially stable and healthy. I want to set our children up with the best genes possible. And, it's been discovered that good/bad genes will be passed down to your children just based on the choices you make in your life. I want to have a healthy pregnancy. And, Tom and I want to raise our children in a healthy and active home. That to me is a huge motivation. The longer we have good health, the better chances our children have. I want to create a chain reaction.
This blog is probably going to be absolutely filled with all my upcoming challenges, and definitely a lot of whining I'm sure. But, hopefully right around the corner from all those cringe-worthy posts, will  be ones where I see a difference and can offer help and support to those who are in my same shoes.
CHEERS TO CHANGING MY LIFE! -clink-


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9:35 PM

For The Love Of...

I'm very excited to announce that we put our dogs in boot camp! They've actually been there for a week. It's just basic obedience training (iwasgettingtiredoftheirdestructionandmisbehaving). But, we got to see how well they are doing yesterday. OH MY LANTA. Let me tell you what, they are doing awesome. Especially Sarge!
Let me explain. Our dogs are pretty good dogs. But, they don't listen well. We could call and call for Sarge and he would completely ignore us. Drake is a shorthair so naturally they are easily distracted. SQUIRREL! We were looking forward to see what a weeks worth of work would do. And, I'm pleasantly surprised.
(I was kind of skeptical at first. I looked up reviews of the trainer after dropping them off and there was nothing but good comments! Phew.)
The trainer first takes one dog out at a time and we watch from a distance so they don't know that we're there or else they would have a heart attack I'm sure. Drake smelt us from the very beginning though so his performance wasn't up to par. Although, he prances around so cutely. Like, "Hey mom, dad. Look what I've learned!" It's pretty much the most adorable thing. And, he always looks at you as if he needs some confirmation that he's doing it right.
Sarge could smell us too but he did completely amazing. It was almost as if he was a different dog. One thing I was trying to teach both of the dogs was stay. Our trainer doesn't teach the word "stay" because he believes when you tell a dog to sit he better sit until you tell him okay. Which I love. There our dogs were. Sitting. And staying there. Until he called them over.
-INSERT OOGLY EYES AND JAW DROPPING HERE-
Finally we got to go out and work with Sarge. Drake was tired and he had worked him a little more because he was distracted which made the trainer work with him a bit more, so he decided to give him a break. It was the moment of all moments. We had set Sarge off to play by patting his head and saying, "okay". He ran off to go play with the trainers dog when I said, "Sarge, come!" That dog turned on a dime, and actually came to me.
-insert even BIGGER oogly eyes and say goodbye to my jaw-
I cannot wait to go back and see how much they've improved next week. Completely worth the money and I can't wait to have the furbabies back. I've missed them. But, slightly filled the void with a new little creature we call, Cosmo.





Can we just take a moment here to admire how freaking adorable this little guy is. I never pegged myself as a reptile person. In fact, they give me the heebies. But, little Cosmo here we got in at my work a couple weeks ago. I got the courage one day to pick him up, and instantly I was in love when he fell asleep on my hand. We got him a week later, and just... just look at this little gem!


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1:32 PM
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