Running face...

My god! I'm going to have to start following Thomas' lead and start training at night.

There's a black fly in my Chardonnay...

May feels like the start of the new year. I have been so busy this month, this is actually the first time I have had time to sit down and reflect on the huge difference a span of 30 days can make. 30 days ago, I had to drink a lot of alcohol to muster up enough courage to tell my boyfriend that we were not going to make it.

Fast forward 30 days later and I have raked, weeded and tilled my backyard with the help of some really amazing folks. We now have a thriving vegetable and herb garden plus a nice steamy compost pile. Other people have caught my garden bug and want to pitch in too. I believe we are going to create a bonafide Co-op. The name of this Co-op is called the Garden of Eating.

This month, Cole has taken it upon himself to become the "man" of the house. He makes sure I eat, he gets me water, he has even put ice in a plastic baggie for my knee, none of which I have had to ask him to do, he just does it on his own when he thinks I need something. He picks up his toys and cleans his room, he helps me around the house and the garden. He even reminds me to take my vitamins. The garage is almost organized, I have a few more sections I want to tackle but I can almost fit my car in if I want. The house is clean, rearranged and more functional, there are still a few rooms that we need to tackle but that will happen with time. I have been going out more, hanging with my friends, rekindling old friendships and making new friends. I have even gone out on a few dates! I have not watched tv or movies, I have been jogging more, eating healthier and hardly drinking. I ran a 5K and came first in my division, plus I ran 10K at the Rose Bowl and ran up a mountain for 1.5 miles without stopping. I've diversified my jogging routes to include mountain trails and beaches, I am clear-headed, focused and firing on all cylinders. I feel balanced and healthy.

The irony is that in order to have been able to accomplish all of this in 30 days, all I had to do was guzzle a bottle of wine.

Dating Rule Number 1

Did ya hear about that Drew Peterson guy who's been married 4 times with 2 divorces and 1 dead wife and another one missing? Or what about Michael Peterson who was indicted for pushing his wife down the stairs and bludgeoning her with a fire poke? And who could forget Scott Peterson who drowned his pregnant wife, effectly killing 2 people with one cold and heartless act?

So what's my point?

Unless you want to potentially die a violent and torturous death, don't date anyone with the surname Peterson.

Gluttony

Can someone please come over and smack a bitch the next time I decide that eating all you can eat Korean BBQ for three hours straight is a good idea? Because that little thing in most people's head that says, "put down the fork and scootch your chair away from the table now" when they have had enough to eat, appears to be broken in my head.

Mistake number one...I decided to not eat for the entire day so that I could shove as much meat down my gullet for dinner. By the time we got to the restaurant, I was ready to eat the napkins. I was so hongry (and a bit grumpy too). So we sit down and I immediately eat all of the panchin. By the time everyone had gotten there, most of it was gone and we had to order more. A few people were probably pissed, but did I mention I was HONGRY? Plus where was our meat?

So in due time, the meat was on the grill, we all ate and ate and ate and ate. There are a few schools of thought regarding KBBQ. Some people ordered rice to eat with concert with their meat and some people ate the chicken as well as the galbi and bulgolgi. Not me. I don't want to fill up on stuff I can eat every day or fill up on filler that is going to expand in my tummy squeezing out room for perfectly good meat. I drink very little water and just systematically insert meat in my mouth as it is done cooking.

Three hours later, I feel so sick. All I want to do is lie down. I'd curl up in a ball but my belly won't allow my legs to fold upward. The closest I can curl is in an L.

I would like to tell you the aftermath was horrible. That I took care of business when I got home, that I expelled the devil from the far recesses of my intestinal tract, that my toilet got an involuntary mud bath. But no, that did not happen. The meat stayed in my belly all night, grumbling and rolling about, making itself known, but refusing to make an appearance. As of this sitting, I have an alien body of a meat-mound the size of Mt. Olympus sitting on the side lines, waiting for it's cue...

New Passion!

I have a new passion and I swear this time that it will never fade away. Fortunately for me, my new passion includes elements that I already love so the transition will not be too difficult. The elements include food, great friends and sharing, but with a twist.

I love, love, love when good friends come over to my house and make dinner for me in my kitchen! There is something about watching someone else maneuver through my space that makes the food taste extra special. Plus I get to sit on my ass and do absolutely nothing, an activity that is about as foreign to me as the truth is to Richard Bruce suck my Dick Cheney. The best part is, I didn't have to break a sweat or get in my car to eat an amazing meal.

I love food, I love friends and I love friends who cook for me.

Mom's Day

This post is dedicated to my Mom. I love my mom. I once bet someone that my mom was the best mom in the world. I won the bet because over time, my mom proved to be constant, supportive and ever-present.

My mom has been the one person who has ALWAYS believed in me. ALWAYS. Her latest advice to me was so profound yet such a simple truth, it is hard to believe that I don't call her 10 times a day.

I love you Mom and I hope Cole will feel the same way about me as I do about you as an adult. That would be the greatest gift ever. And no, that is not the only gift you are getting for Mother's Day this year, you're just going to have to wait a few days...

I LOVE you Mom!!!

My To-Do List for the Weekend

1) Clean the shit out of my head.
2) Clean the shit out of my house.
3) Clean the shit out of my garage.

Home bitter-sweet Home

Some of y'alls have been wondering what the heck has been going on in our household and I know you are DYING to get the scoop first hand. You're wondering what happened with Spend-free April amongst other things, but more emphasis on other things.

It was interesting and I am still trying to piece it all together in a logical and accurate manner. I am gathering my thoughts and wits about me before I make an official commentary. Or I may never spill the beans of what happened between these four walls over the past few days, but I do know this...we both did the best to our abilities.

With that said, I would just like to say one more thing before I shut this part of my life out forever:

Good luck and I sincerely wish you the best.