Tea for one...

Sometimes I have great weeks. Sometimes my days go by like I'm in some kind of romantic comedy, where there's a montage of the female main character getting ready in the morning with a peppy song playing.

This week wasn't one of those weeks for me. 

For whatever reason, I just felt like everything was happening out of my control. Not to say that I'm ever in control of what's happening, but there are times when I feel like I have a better handle on things. I always know that God is in control, but this week was just rough for a few reasons, and I couldn't seem to keep my traction. 

Still, though, I managed to take comfort in the little things. 

I finally got a kettle for my office at work, so I've been indulging in multiple deliciously hot cups of tea throughout the day. Just a quick little moment for myself. Little sips of Lady Grey, Orange Pekoe, and Berryblossom White. 

Another nice thing about this week? We got our pictures back from Robert and Tiffany of Rustic White Photography. They did our lovely engagement and wedding pictures, and we love the ones they took of us a few weeks back...

I can't get over how happy Ruby looks in that picture - she's the furry little center of attention, and she's eatin' it up! Robert and Tiffany were so good with her, but she definitely didn't make it easy. Despite a good afternoon romp at the dog park, she was still pretty wired, and seemed totally intent on smelling every square inch of that big grassy field. She also nearly ripped my arm out of its socket chasing after a chipmunk. Good thing she's cute. 

Isn't my husband so darn handsome? I can't even stand it. He looks like a American Eagle model or something. 

Family shot!

Anyway, that's all I have to say for today. Next up will be a post about politics that people will either love, hate, or ignore (which would be fair considering I have some strong views on the election that's coming up, even though I ironically haven't applied for my citizenship yet, and am unable to vote). 

Have a good Friday night!

Funkytown

Okay, that might qualify as the lamest possible blog post title ever. Suffice to say I've been in a bit of a funk the past couple weeks. My poor husband has been sweetly putting up with my sarcasm, but I've GOT to get out of this mood!

I'm not sure what the culprit is. Is it the weather? Surely not - I've been looking forward to fall since the first sweltering day of summer. I'm actually loving the cool crisp temperature that greeted me when I left the house this morning. 

Is it my diet? Maybe....I've been stressed lately, and I've been sick, and both of those contributed to a less-than-stellar stretch of eating habits. Crackers. Ice cream. Mashed potatoes yesterday for Thanksgiving. Disaster. 

Maybe it's just busy-ness. That could totally be it. With the crazy back issues I had been having (you can read about it here) I've been going to a chiropractor at least three times a week for adjustments. I remember sitting in the chiropractor's office when they told me they were going to recommend at least three adjustments per week, and I also remember thinking "I have to drive all the way out here THREE TIMES A WEEK?". I think that thought was quickly followed with "okay, well I guess I will have to make that work so I can start feeling better". And for the most part, I have. Some days of the week I get up super early before work to go to the chiropractor, and I make it to work before anybody else even gets there. Other days, I leave work an hour early so I can go get adjusted. The exciting thing? I've been feeling LOADS better, I can move around, bend over, and sit comfortably on the couch without the crazy nagging back pain that was literally causing me to have to lay down mid-day. The down-side? I think I'm starting to get worn out from all the extra running around. 

It might seem like a small thing, but with all the busy-ness I've been experiencing at work, plus the busy-ness of the weekends, I'm starting to feel VERY ready for a vacation. Luckily, I only have to wait a few more weeks. In just 40 little days, Kevin and I will be headed down to Florida to hop on a cruise ship for a week. I will get on that ship, put on something outrageously comfortable, ask server for a fancy umbrella drink with extra cherries, and begin a week of bliss...

Chicken soup and flag pajamas....

I am sick. It all started Friday when I woke up with a suspiciously sore throat, upon which I leashed a full assault of extra vitamins, loads of water, and three Airborne tablets dissolved in about a gallon of orange juice (which prompted me in the late afternoon to Google "vitamin C" overdose...don't worry, it's not a thing). After that vitamin freakout, I went to bed on Friday night confident that I had totally kicked the butt of whatever virus was trying to worm its way around my immune system. I woke up Saturday morning to the sad sad realization that I had failed. Sore throat. Bummer.

I told myself it was just allergies or something, which might have had something to do with the Farewell party we were having for very close family friends. I made a peach salad with blue cheese, walnuts, and balsamic dressing, and sat around the pool pretending I was feeling totally awesome.

Sunday I woke up and decided to just give into the misery. I spent the entire day on the couch with the exception of about 20 minutes where I whipped up a batch of home made chicken noodle soup (note for future - next time make big batch of soup sans noodles, and just heat up small batches adding noodles each time to avoid sad mushy noodles). The rest of the day was spent under a pile of blankets on the couch watching (and sort of feeling like) The Walking Dead.

I did, however, go to work today. Yeah, I'm that girl. Don't worry, I Lysol-ed every surface of the office twice throughout the day. I'm going to crawl under a pile of blankets now, and pray that by morning I can stop coughing, and that my glands stop resembling Frankenstein neck bolts.