It's The Final Countdown

I have come to terms that I'm a horrible blogger. Absolute horrific. On the bright side, it's not that I don't think about blogging. I actually wrote my final essay for my English course on blogging this semester. It was great.
This week is finals week for school. To be completely honest, I did not do well this semester. At all. I am not looking forward to see where I end up.
I'm just glad it's all over and done with. I can't wait for next semester to start over and redeem myself from the horrors of this one.
(I'm going to interrupt this right now and just say that I'm in the computer lab at my school right now, and I'm rather annoyed at the two grown women playing hang man behind me. PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES. Har har har. Not.)

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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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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