Adventures in Emmieland

Our plans for the weekend are epic. We will tidy the house play with the dogs and just generally iutvtogether except for my Sunday morning mass. Last week at the laundromat we both got sick. We blame the children, why are children there if not to be blamed for random sickness?  In order to avoid further ugliness by being in public with sickly children we bought a washer/dryer to be delivered on Tuesday. I guess I will have to get used to going in the basement. Anyway since next sat is our con validation we want to be rested up. Das decided to put summer tires on the car on Wednesday, Thursday there was s snowstorm and today it was just above freezing and rainy and has it stands Saturday is calling for snow so if weather is bad obviously andrew is to blame. I ordered cute Mary Jane flats. My heels are slightly turning my ankle all too often. I realize it's not the shoes fault but I blame it anyway, I mean really am I expected to take responsibility for my clumsy ways? Weirde...

I think stating I may have overdone on Sunday is an understatement. I'd had over 3 thousand steps before I went to 11:30 mass. By the time I fell into bed around 11pm I'd done over 11 thousand steps. I never do that many and yesterday my body made it clear that I aught not do that many again. Being stuck in bed feverish /clammy and in pain is a sure sign that I need to pace myself better. I feel loads better this morning but I'm going to leisurely roll out of bed and see just how little I can reasonably do today. I had the weirdest dream night before last. I don't recall all of it but it was basically me agreeing to remarry my first ex husband then dumping him before the wedding for a guy I was sorta engaged to while I was a teenager and somewhere in there I became a part of some underground spy unit. Oddly enough Das made no appearance. I remember thinking even as I was dreaming that it was jacked up. Only one more Sunday before the remarriage! Das and I decided ...

So they say an averagely active person should take 10k steps a day. Generally I hover around 3k obviously I'm an underachiever. Yesterday however I was so on the go with banking, laundrymat, dogs, housework, grocery shopping that I hit 10k before six pm. By eight I was laid out asleep then woke at 11:30 and did some sweeping and putting laundry away then read a book finally falling asleep again around four just to wake up again at six. I think it's safe to say that I'm not built to do 10k steps a day, it's bad for my sleep, lol I'm eyeing dresses and skirts as it is officially spring, no one told the weather but I have high hopes that soon there will be heat. I'm getting a schoolgirl plaid skirt today and polo shirt, who says uniforms are a bad thing? I've always been drawn to uniform dressing, maybe because I'm a lazy dresser? It's what I like about dresses, nothing to coordinate. Sadly dresses are rarely made in a way that does my body justice....

When we talk about addiction to food or gambling what are we really talking about? I am quite upfront about the fact that when under extra stress I eat and not just anything I eat sugary treats whether I'm hungry or not. Another coping mechanism is words with friends or online solitaire. I can pass hours on those things getting absolutely nothing productive accomplished. Yet I don't think of myself as addicted. I do sometimes feel compelled so I file those behaviours under compulsions. Without much, if any, conscious thought I taper back when my stress lightens. My behaviour becomes much more balanced. So would I be condsidered a compulsive eater/ gamer or an addicted one? I haven't seen much that addresses that question and I wonder if it is because no one actually knows the answer. I'm going to have to ponder this some more and see what I come up with.

We finally have home internet back. While it wasn't horrible to be without it certainly was inconvenient, and here I thought I wasn't too hung up on convenience. So far Das' first week at the new job has gone well. I think the most important thing is the compatibility in personalities which appears to be there with his coworkers. It's snowing, because obviously winter doesn't want to give any ground to even a thought of spring just yet. One of the times I am very grateful for oil heat. So warm. I'm waiting rather anxiously to hear from the priest on our next step. Its not easy to feel a lot of happiness over the process when I feel so pressed for time. I wish we'd had longer to do it but on the bright side I don't have to organize a huge affair. So glad Das isn't in politics, I'd be the worst political wife ever.

So I was baptized yesterday. It was interesting as the only baptisms I had previously been to were done at a nondenominational church and a baptist church both which practiced full immersion. I wasn't quite sprinkled but hovered sideways over a bowl of holy water and the priest dribbled water on my forehead three times while trying valiantly to keep the water off my hair. He even provide a towel to pat dry afterwards, nice. My in laws came down for it and then we had lunch out. I must say I thourally enjoyed myself. Das' mom gave me a gift because apparently I should always have gifts. I don't think there has been a time aside from our first visit that we have seen each other that she hasn't given me something. It's sweet. I love both getting and giving gifts so it's always fun for me. We still don't have home internet, sigh. One thing at a time I suppose.

While no internet at home is doable it sucks. I'm finding myself not checking nearly as many blogs/sites as usual and practically never updating anything of mine. Such is rural life I suppose. Today was our marriage interview, yay! Still haven't set a date though. I appreciate the questions the priest asked, they like to cover all eventualities such as were you kidnapped? Obviously if I were kidnapped/doing the kidnapping I'd be a ok with telling my priests. Tomorrow I will officially be a baptized catholic.  So this afternoon we are simply living together tomorrow afternoon we could be committing a serious sin. ;) Allergies are bad which makes no sense to me since it hasn't been above minus three in days. I can't believe allergens can live. Just my luck those buggers are resilient. Time to take my stuffy, runny, itchy eyed self to the drugstore then bed.